[b][u][center]A Taste of Excess Part 2 For Engy By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Grow. Grow. Grow. That word was not just the only word in Havok’s head, but it was pushing all the other words out. Every little bonk that he got – whether to his cock or elsewhere – reinforced it until there was nothing but the giant neon emblem of the word throbbing, pulsing, and shedding light on the rest of his skull and brain. Grow. Grow. Grow. And so he did. His cock swelled, pulsing and throbbing as it inched out from him. His balls did the same, churning away, pulsing, feeling ever so tight before they suddenly loosened again, falling down along his thighs from their own weight. His cock jumped, throbbing again, pulsing and spitting pre-cum across his length, only for his balls to suddenly churn again, growing heavier and tugging his cock back down. Through it all, the white dragon stared straight ahead, his mouth hanging open in a dumb smile of bliss. Every time the gray kobold nudged him, that word pulsed in his mind – [i]Grow.[/i] Havok moaned, his mouth hanging open a little bit further as his cock churned, throbbed, pulsed, [i]grew.[/i] The feeling of another inch creeping out from him, forcing itself further out and exposing his raw manhood to the room – [i]Grow.[/i] Another throb, another pulse, another spine-tingling blast of pleasure as he was sunk further and further into the trance of need, lust, and utter want for more. The word continued to glow like some billboard advertisement in his brain, getting more and more potent with each passing second, making it feel better and better to just stand there and let it happen. Again. And again. And again. His balls were past his knees, now, but they were still churning away. The constant cycle of reaching full size, feeling too full, too stuffed with cum, only to suddenly loosen and fall further down and further out, continued. Every time that he thought that they’d gotten as big as they possibly could, they would suddenly loosen, fall, throb, and start filling all over again. As in-sync as they were to his cock throbbing, swelling, and growing, it was like having his brain hardwired to pleasure, and being unable to escape it. Havok felt himself getting leaned against something. A wall, a chair, he didn’t know. All he knew was that it left him all but pinned by the weight of his own endowments. Oddly enough, even that helpless feeling helped make him feel all the more…aroused. Bigger. Heavier. Needier. Leakier. But despite all the pleasure, despite feeling inch after inch creeping out – four feet of cock, now, and balls that were touching the floor – he wasn’t cumming. It was like the sheer weight of his own seed was keeping him from going over the edge, keeping him pent-up and desperate as more was made. His eyes were completely glazed over as a scaly palm rubbed his balls, teasing them, rolling them a bit. “Mmm, a very good start. Your body takes to magic so wonderfully, doesn’t it? And you know you look so good with no more thoughts in that head of yours. Only the one I put there, hmmm?” He could just barely make out the kobold whispering to him. Havok nodded without thinking. “Such a good dragon. And what is the thought I gave you?” “Grow – mmph.” And grow he did. Tingling heat and warmth spread through his body, his cock arching higher and higher in front of him. The rest of the office, such as he’d seen, completely slipped away, replaced with the utter emptiness of the void and that one word that glowed so brightly in his mind. [i]Grow, grow, grow.[/i] Havok wasn’t sure how long it took. Time stopped having any sense or meaning as he stared straight ahead, watching his bobbing, swelling cock rising higher and higher over his head. It was bigger than him, now, bigger than he was tall, and it loomed overhead with all the throbbing sexual energy of a god of virility. Each throb through it was more powerful than his own heartbeat, hammering through his body and making him feel it, forcing the sensations of being so stiff, so aroused, all the way through him. There was no room for thought. There was no room for protest. There was only room for pleasure. Havok stared at his cock, his hands at his sides, his balls so swollen that they pushed the whole thing up even further. Each orb had churned to a size that made it impossible for him to shift his legs. Even if he had the capability to think of any sort of escape attempt, his own balls would have been too heavy to carry away. They were heavy enough that his legs couldn’t slide away from the wall, and… And they were pushed forward enough to offer some grand lounge under his cock. He watched as the kobold threw a few pillows over his now-massive sac, lying on it. Havok braced for pain… And felt none. If anything, he only felt pleasure. “Feels good, right?” the kobold said, the voice coming from so far away. “This is such a good position for you. Big, heavy, dripping…You don’t even have to think. All you have to do is keep enjoying yourself, dribbling away…Heh. I think I deserve a throne after putting in so much work this week.” The white dragon didn’t have a word for that. He just shivered as the kobold stroked his balls, and then up the side of his cock, tracing the little lines in the flesh that were so much more obvious at this size. He felt a tremble of pleasure coming up from his shaft, bubbling from the bottom of his balls through his cock – “Ah, ah.” The kobold patted his shaft, and suddenly, everything stiffened. Havok moaned, his eyes rolling back for a second before they opened to slits again. “Not yet. I don’t plan on having my throne deflate anytime soon,” the kobold said, settling in and resting his head back, his long horns running along either side of the dragon’s shaft. “Mmm, much more comfortable.” “Mmmph…” “Juuuust keep thinking that word. What is it again?” “Grow – mmmm…” His balls swelled a little bit further. So slight now, no longer so much at once, but still enough for him to feel the churning through his sac, the pulsing of need that kept coming back and hitting him [i]so[/i] hard. His cock twitched, only for the kobold’s horns – and some strange crown? – to hold it in place. Throb. Throb. Throb. “That’s it. A nice, horny throne, perfect for the co-head of the company,” the kobold said, crossing his legs and resting against Havok’s cock and balls. “Now, stay good and horny for me. I’d hate to have the back of my throne start sagging. Think horny thoughts. Horny, happy, growing thoughts.” Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Havok lost himself in the utter pleasure that was the transformation, the growth, the objectification of himself. From a dragon enchanter, he’d turned into something else, something that was… That was a thing… That was big… And throbbing… And oozing… Havok moaned, his eyes barely remaining open as slits, staring straight at his bobbing, twitching, needy shaft as he moaned for more. # Adaris sighed as he lounged on the heavy balls. They were far bigger than any sane man needed, but since when did [i]he[/i] bow to the demands of sanity? That was boring, dull, completely out of the question for someone like him. Anyone with his kind of magic needed something more interesting, more appealing, to keep them from going out of their minds with boredom. At least with this dragon, he had something to keep him intrigued for a while. [i]Haven’t seen someone that took to the magic this easily since Brute – or whatever their name was under that,[/i] Adaris thought, reaching over for a chalice that he kept nearby. [i]Hmmm, wonder if they know each other?[/i] Doubtful. The dragoness was from some prestigious academy and was trying to make ends meet for herself, and this dragon was some homeless man that had come looking for a job. An enchanter’s job, at that. Hardly the pair that would have been likely to know each other, in his opinion. [i]That said…definitely not doing badly for someone that picked that up on his own…[/i] Adaris leaned back, crossing one leg over the other as he stared at the ceiling. There were a few different things that the dragon under him had sent in for examination, wondering if it was good enough for a job. Most of them had been passed on to his master and co-runner of the company, but there had been one that Adaris had decided that he’d put a claim on for himself. Pulling a ring out of his crown – and as ever, rather thankful for the storage space that he’d enchanted into that – he twisted the black band between his fingers. It was just big enough for an average finger, but with a great deal of other magic stored inside of it. As far as he could tell while he was examining it, it was a droning ring, but one that went further than the simple sort of rubberizing that he’d seen done in the outer edges of the city. No, this was a ring that roboticized and droned someone, turning them into a mechanical gel-being that could be taken apart, harmlessly, and reprogrammed over and over again to be whatever someone wanted them to be. He’d guess that it was something that Havok had made out of a personal desire, or as an experiment to see whether it could be done, but for a company… Well, that was a fine little thing. [i]Heh, he probably didn’t even mean to send this one in,[/i] the kobold thought, flipping the ring from one hand to the other. [i]This was mixed in with a small box of other objects, and was hidden under three of them. He probably forgot that it was even in the box.[/i] But that was fine with him. He could use this as a little test for someone else. After all, while he had an assumption of what the ring could do, that didn’t mean that he was right. He needed to put it to work to find out for sure. [i]Heh, and I know just the one for that.[/i] Adjusting himself on the sloshing, growing throne beneath him, Adaris reached into his cape and pulled out a phone. It didn’t take long to find the proper number, and he held the phone to his ear as he called out. Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Beep. “[i]Hello?[/i]” “Hello, hello, Brute. It’s Adaris. I think it’s time that you come in for another extra-shift.” “[i]Oh, um, I might – I am a little busy right now –[/i]” “Let me rephrase that. It’s a testing shift, and I need my special little dragoness with her special mutating body.” “[i]That’s not fair.[/i]” “And you know you need the money.” “[i]I…how soon do you need me?[/i]” He really loved the way that she [i]sounded[/i] so nervous to hide the anticipation he knew was bubbling away for her. Brute really was such an obvious little thing; she didn’t have a proper duplicitous bone in her body. Made it really hard for her to hide that she enjoyed all the experiments that were done at the Emporium of Excess, or how they used her. “As soon as possible, my eager little ‘ness. I have something very, very fun to test on you…” She hung up, and he chuckled as he leaned back against the swelling balls and throbbing cock. He might have been the smaller, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t totally in charge of the dragon lost to the pleasure of his own cock and balls. It was such a lovely high riding out that sort of domination… [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Havok continues to grow under Adaris’s control, soon becoming nothing more than a decoration. Tags: M/solo, M/M, Mind Control, Growth, Dragon, Kobold, Cock Growth, Ball Growth, Hyper, No Orgasm, Big Balls, Kobold Dominating Dragon, Docetri, Series,