Meanybeany_Productions

Nomming all the galaxies.

The goal here was to try and depict the insane size difference and growth. Mostly, through focussing on the guy's experiences and how weird it would be walking around a megamacro who is still rapidly growing.

Galaxy nomming.

So this is the 45th image I think, but is numbered 35 because the numbering is a hot mess. Not 100% happy with the lighting, this lighting/shading method is perhaps not really suited for it. But, it gets the idea across I think.

edit: tweaked the reflections and shadows around the guy a little, I think the perspective works a little better now.

Wanted to try a more belly-centric demoness pic. Maybe I'll do another.

Having some difficulty getting the dark levels right on my main monitor. It looks fine on my tablet, and I'm not sure how I'm going to fix this without letting it become really washed out.

Also I only just now realized the horn placement doesn't match between pics. I'll need to adjust them a little.

Spent two weeks on this picture, I think it's the best dragon pic I've done so far. \o/

As a heads-up, I am 100% guaranteed to find major problems with it in the near future, and I will make a ton of edits. When I've made enough edits to justify it, I'll update this post with a notification.

-Altered a ton of things, I think it's an improvement. Also included a slightly edited version of the kissing pic, the red was a little out of control in some places.

So, a slightly redesigned Yuki, kissing someone.

I'm aware that that is not how lily pads work. <.<

This image is guaranteed to be edited in the future, but at this point I've stared at it so long I can't improve it anymore, and I don't want to sit on it anymore either.

Omnom.

Don't think I've ever done a planetary stomp before. Next page will be gravity-assisted planet eating.

A clarification: This is the 43rd pic in the series. However, because I am a dumb, I never properly renamed the series when I did previous in-betweens. Therefore, the numbering is 'technically' up to 33.

The new new new '08.

Adding another inbetween. Don't worry, I'll make sure to make them all available properly numbered when the series is done. I think there are a few gaps remaining.

Heya all.

I'm sorry for the downtime. My pen was broken and it took me forever to get a replacement. In addition to that it's been extremely difficult for me to focus or enjoy anything lately.

To all the new patrons:

Thank you for supporting me! Keep in mind that this is a per-post patreon page. This means you will be billed *per post* I make. (Announcements and polls and such don't count.) You can limit the maximum number of posts you want to support in your settings - you will still be able to view all posts.

I will probably do a few more of this planet-eating thing in the coming weeks, as well as another picture I had in the works. Also, I may go back and tweak this picture a bit if I can think of ways to improve it. (Feel free to offer suggestions, though if it requires a lot of redrawing I will use it for future pictures instead.)

Also, I would like to draw some feel-good pictures, because darnit I think we all could use that.

Regarding Recent Events:

For the past while, it’s been very difficult for me to be creative, when the US authorities have been incredibly violent and cruel towards protesters and non-fascist media. (And yes, I’m aware similar things are happening around the world.)

In addition to making me angry and sad for the victims, it’s been disheartening to see Trump supporters demanding the protesters and reporters be massacred, and cheering every time a journalist loses an eye to a rubber bullet. Now that Anti-fascists are going to be declared terrorists, they are very excited to see them die.

Aside from making a modest donation and not looking away, there is little I can do on my end.

One big reason why I’m struggling to be productive is the knowledge that there are people like that in my audience. There have been a few incidents recently that have made that very clear to me, and I don’t think I can ignore it any longer.

I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I think there is only one way for me to regain at least a little motivation to be creative. I have to remove the fascists from my audience.

I honestly don’t know how many of you this will apply to.

Every single one of you, who voted for Trump, wanted to vote for Trump, or intends to vote for Trump:
Unpledge from my Patreon, unwatch me on FA, stop following me twitter if you were, and un-friend me on Discord (or better yet, block me.) I do not want your commissions. I never want to hear from you again.

(Note: If you are a supporter of Alternative für Deutchland, Front national, Jobbik, Fidesz, PiS, Putin, Forum voor Democratie, Partij Voor de Vrijheid, BNP, etc, the same applies to you. Get out.)

I don’t want the money of people who want to massacre unarmed protesters or journalists. I don’t want to hear about how they ‘had it coming’ or how any media to the left of Goebbels is ‘fake news’. We crossed the point of ‘it’s just a difference of opinion’ long ago, and now we are entering ‘cheering for mass murder’ territory. Go away and never speak to me again.

I understand that this may destroy my business. It took many years of hard work to build up this small niche audience so I could do this for a living.

But I don’t want to perform for bloodthirsty fascists. It isn’t worth it.

In order not to start a hundred arguments, my discord channel will be closed immediately. Please do not comment to this post, I am not looking to engage right now. Additionally, under no circumstances should anyone harass former or current patrons or fans (either on this site or elsewhere). I don’t want arguments, I just want fascists out. Even if it costs me my livelihood

To everyone else: I apologize for how heavy-handed and disruptive this must all be, especially shutting down the Discord server. But, this is the only way I can square my values with the current situation.

Fairly happy with this one.

Though, there's a good chance I will come back and tweak this one at a later date. (Really I always do that with the demoness sequence.)

I also will need to finish up converting the other demoness into matching this series.

Lorge Krown.

Ragnarok aint waiting...

My tablet's pen appears to be dying, and I can't draw anymore until it's fixed. So there may be a hiatus until I get a replacement, or the problem is resolved some other way. I may do some other stuff, like writing the balloon snake store in the mean time.

Also I may come back and edit this when I can draw again.

The intent here was to create a bit of a horror feel. But, it turned out pretty hard to make something helpless look scary, so perhaps it turned out more creepy. It looked better in my mind, but hey, at least it's a giant fat borb.

The failsafe has failed.

Working to improve my colored lineart style.

(Tweaked face a little. May do more.)

(Tweaked the face again.)

So I'm practicing using different brushes and trying to improve my coloring. (Downloaded a ton of free brushes, but eventually I'll try to make my own.)

Originally I wasn't sure I was going to put out any complete pictures during this. But, it turns out having something to work towards is important for keeping me motivated.

So, my first picture of this 'become less crappy at colors and textures' is a xeno queen. Fairly happy with how it turned out, though if in a couple days I look at it and think it's oversaturated or something, I'll go back and edit it.

A thicc, largg bird.

The idea here was to add lighting effects to this art style.

I think I should practice doing more realistic human faces, fur, and metal objects to this style. It's slowly approaching a state where I could do a comic or sequence in it, but it's not quite there yet.

Boobified, and in a slightly different style. Still tinkering with this art style, I think it's got legs.

Also, I really want to see this show. You know you want it too.

So, people keep asking me for commissions, and I keep turning them down, because there are ten quadrillion people on the waiting list already.

Right now, Patreon stuff is eating all of my time, and I've barely made any progress on the commission list.

So, here's an important question for you:

Are you ok with me doing commissions and posting them to Patreon as paid content?

I know other people do it, but thus far I've avoided it, because it feels wrong to me. *But*, it may be the only way to actually fit them into the schedule, because I am the slowest artist this side of the Belt.

So, I'm going to probe the audience and ask if they would be ok with it.

This was just me messing around, and I think I like the idea. I'm going to draw her again soonish, and add breasts and maybe hair/fur.

I was going to do a werewolf kaiju creature, but it got stuck in sketches.

So, I decided to do more blue dragon. I guess I'm just full of lies atm.

I think here she's sort of trying to formally negotiate a new sort of relationship with her partner.

My mechanics for the Ferox would be slightly different.

This brings the series up to 40 pics. I think that's enough blue dragon for now.

Maybe time to draw some other stuff for a bit.

She left quite an impression on this guy. Fortunately he's a hard man to beat.

Here she's sort of becoming more comfortable with the power dynamic.

Wanted to draw a shy or insecure dominatrix. Also paws.

It's a bit of a shame that the style isn't consistent anymore, as it's been refined since I started the series. But, that's just the price of progress, I suppose.

Sorry things are super slow right now. It's just really difficult for me to get motivated to draw when several people I know are at high risk of dying from the current pandemic.

I'll try to get at least a couple more done this month. For now have a hat dragon, which I think is pretty cute.

(This one goes between 03 and the 'previous' 04. You can number it 03b I suppose.)

This one was a ton of fun to do. I had other ideas for it too, including a giant tentacle monster version. But, I figure I'll leave it at the more vanilla 'sea dragon' style critter.

I think this is smoothing out the transition between the existing pictures reasonably well.

Also, it's still good practice for expressions on dragon faces. I'll need to do this with a realistic dragon face though, this is really 'easy mode' for expressions.

The sequence really needed a pic of the water inflation starting.

Also, I've edited an older picture and made it part of the sequence.

Note that the numbering doesn't match. That's because I keep adding in-betweens. When the series is finished, I will attatch all the images, properly numbered.

Fleshing out the 'roughly human sized' area a bit. Quite happy with how this expression came out.

Gonna start doing more of these, and build a Monster Manual style collection.

Dam big snake...

Always feed your durgon.

Since people seemed to really love this series, I figure I'll do a couple more.


I'm still struggling with a throat infection/inflammation, so I can't promise I'll be able to put out a lot of content this month. I'll do my best.

Heya, if anyone is wondering why there haven't been any posts for a while. Right now I have what is probably a throat infection. Once I get a little better I'll start drawing more stuff, right now I just can't.

Quite happy with how this one turned out. I wanted to do a more sunny lighting scheme, and an owlbear, which I never got around to drawing. And ice cream.

I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll seal the fate of a planet...

two versions, one where she is filled with quick dry cement, and one where she is filled with water. I figure, it'd be neat if there were two endings to this story.

I'm also considering altering the previous giant snake pic to match this series, incorporate it essentially. It'd need some urbanization, but it might work thematically.

*Please inflate responsibly.

Someone suggested I draw a tiny 'before' version of the balloon snake. So I did.

Water this time! Surely nothing bad will happen.

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Patreon shat the bed a little and the previous post got corrupted. So I'm reuploading an edited version of the last pic. Sorry for the mess.

From the people who brought you Inflat-A-Saur.

Had a lot of fun with this one. I think I'm going to do a couple more in this setting, with different taurs.

Some minor mistakes will be corrected later today.

Consult a roof technician if you suffer from Roof Wolf.

Happy new year everyone!

Here's the first art post of the decade.

The rats were determined to put an end to their mouse queen quickly, before she would grow so large and hungry that she'd eat them all, like she did their king.

Currently I'm trying to improve my coloring and lighting. Still plenty of room for improvement, but it's already a step up from previous works, I think.

So the idea here is that some cultists are trying out a spell called 'summon more demon'. Figuring it'll summon more demons, they draw the summoning circle on one they already summoned. Turns out, all the spell does is summon more demons *inside* the first demon, making that demon progressively larger.

This picture is certain to get tweaked a bit in the future. But, after three days of working on it nonstop, I'm becoming blind to my own mistakes. So, I'm going to move on and come back to it later.

This will become part of the space orca dragon sequence, and I'll adjust the other pictures to include her dorsal fin and tail fluke.

So far I think this one is my favorite in the series, it simply has the most expression and interaction.

It was only a few days ago that your small snake girlfriend begged to be fed so she could 'pack on a few pounds'. In retrospect, buying food from that shifty mage might not have been the wisest decision you ever made.

Now, your 'girlfriend' has ballooned to impossible proportions, still growing larger with every morsel she consumes. Subjects come and go, worshipping their empress and feeding her whatever they can. Whatever culture existed here before exists now only to serve her and her unending appetite.

She demands her subjects address her as 'Empress', 'Mistress', or 'Your Highness'. No one dares question her any more, and she makes no exception for you in this regard. But, it seems she still likes you, and you have the 'honor' of 'servicing' her when she pleases...

Back by popular demand, the nightmare experiment continues.

Things are getting a bit out of hand it seems.

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Thanks for supporting me, everyone!

This is the entire series. Edited, renumbered, and zipped.

Alright, last picture in the series for the foreseeable future, and last paid post for the month.

Next up I'm going to continue editing some of the older ones to match the style of the newer ones better. After that I'll renumber the entire sequence and put up a zip file for you people to download.

(shown is pic 17)

I figured I'd add an extra pic showing that the guy hasn't been eaten. It was a good opportunity to practice a different expression.

She's on top of the world, sort of.

I figured it'd be good to show the dragoness enjoying her growth and pudginess.

Omnomnom. World eating, as requested. Resorting to perspective shots and what are essentially 'close-ups' to show her increasing size.

Don't worry about the guy, he's not going to get eaten.

fun times

omnomnom

A bit tricky to find interesting 'sex' poses at such size a difference...

Picture 12 in the series of increasingly convoluted and contradictory numbering.

Finally a proper prequel to the demoness pictures. It's still a big jump in size, so maybe in the future there will be another one.

Alrighty, last one for this month. Going to focus on a few other pictures I wanted to get done, and once the poll has run a little longer I'll start doing some exploratory sketches for the rest of this sequence.

Also maybe start seeing what other stuff I can do in this style. Maybe do a winged dragon or something.

edit: tweaked the guy's face a little.

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Since apparently quite a few of you like it, I'd like to know what you all would like to see more of in this sequence.

Multiple answers are allowed.

(I renamed a few pics in the sequence because I keep adding in-betweens.)

People seem to really really like this sequence and I'm happy to oblige, but I'm somewhat running out of ideas.

There is a need to fill in some gaps in the growth sequence, and they present an opportunity to do some more pics with stronger expression.

Pretty happy with the expressiveness of this one, even though it has a few iffy spots.

My headcanon is she's saying something along the lines of "I need to be at least thiiis big."

I'm sure this'll work.

So this is technically a sequence now!

This scene takes place before the previously drawn picture, and a story is building in my head. (for the bunch of new patrons (welcome!), I'll include the other picture here so they don't get confused.)

I think I'll be drawing more of her in the future!

*looks at feedback on blue dragoness posts*
I guess people want more of her. Though I also want to do some other things, so maybe one more blue dragon post...

For picture 01C I wanted to show that the dragon likes that she's growing, and for it to be cute.

Picture 10 is meant to be a little intimidating, as the guy realizes just what he's unleashed as the dragon's body fills the background.

Also included a 'mean' version, since it required only minimal editing.

Not quite sure the perspective is quite right, her belly may need to be bigger. If needed I'll edit that when I have a fresh eye.

edit: made the belly bigger.

Dunno if people are eager for more of this. I'll make that call based on how many likes/comments this one gets. Don't want to spam stuff the audience isn't super eager for...

So, it turned out, a previous picture that was meant to show the dragon 'hungry' turned into something else.

Therefore, second attempt. The dragon being hungry (DragonTest00C.jpg), and the dragon having eaten a bunch. (DragonTest00D.jpg)

Also edited the very first picture (DragonTest01b.jpg) a bit to match the current style a bit more.

Still surprised at how popular this series is, relative to my other works. I'll continue working on it for now, got at least one more post in the works, maybe two.

(Several people suggested I write a story for this series, but I'm not sure it'd be anything 'new', so there are no plans for doing so - currently.)

Hmmm, how about some more?

Wow, it appears you people really really like the blue dragoness. Figured I'd expand the sequence in the other direction too.

Because this one was quicker to draw than the previously posted pictures, I figure I'll do two pictures on this post. (the other new picture is DragonTest00B.jpg)

Also, one of the pictures in a previous series 'Outgrowing Your Troubles' started off as a picture in this style, before I decided to change it. So, that version is included here as a bonus picture. (DragonTest03B.jpg)

And finally, because this series was drawn completely out of sequence, the numbering is a mess. Because I'm still adding pictures, there's no point renaming the files now. When I finish the series, I will include the files with updated names. (and updated shading opacity on the older pictures, so the series is at least a little consistent.)

Since people appear to like this dragoness particularly much, I figured I'd expand the sequence a bit.

(I think it's 06, not 100% sure.)

Lowered the opacity of the shadow layer a bit, I think this looks a little better.

And now for something completely different.

I wanted this page to be action-y, figured there should be some of this stuff, but it shouldn't drag on, so one page is good. Probably turned out alright?

Hmmmm... Dunno if this quite turned out as I expected. I think it's reasonably close.

This feels like it should be an illustration in a perverted monster manual.

Calling it done for now, but maybe later I should add some stuff on the platform to flesh it out a little?

A bit bigger than last time.

Some kind of pregnancy/growth thing going on here.

Figured the red demoness picture should have a prequel.

Maybe a sequel too? Haven't decided yet.

As with the previous one, this one will be edited as I spot problems. Right now the face is 'mean', I may edit it a bit and go for a more conventionally attractive one.

edit 1: Tweaked the face to be less mean and scowly. I think it makes her a little nicer to look at.

edit 2: Changed the background and made her horns bigger so they're in line with the earlier pic. Now it's a sequel, and I think this version is much more interesting.

(name not final)

Maybe this could be a fantasy RPG supplement? Fantasy stuff in 'space' with dragon orcas and whatnot...

This is guaranteed to be edited at some unknown point in the future. But for now, I think it's done. \o/

Man this picture was a monster to work on. Made some changes to the plan along the way, resulting in a closeup that I can't insert in the main pic, so it's a separate image.

If you knock over a building, how sorry do you really need to be?

Very vanilla picture, but experimented with the style a bit. Trying out thinner lines and rougher coloring. Ended up liking it more than I was expecting.

This page was by far the most time-consuming. It may still need some tweaking here and there.

Soon we'll be getting to some action...

Bouncey bouncey.

Don't overfeed your pet demoness. Or do... I guess. I can't really tell you what to do.

This is meant to be a more 'conventional' demoness, instead of a succubus.

Currently I'm limited by my monitors and lack of calibration device, so I may have to come back to it later and tweak the lighting once I have a more reliable view on the picture.

Already working on page 3, but it's very unlikely it'll be done tomorrow. (Only got halfway into the sketching stage.)

Finally starting the next comic. I suspect this comic will go a little slower than the last one, both in pacing and in production speed.

Also, as usual, I will be editing pages to fix mistakes.

Fatty seal in cave. I think she is hungry.

A couple different versions for this one.

There have been so many requests for me to continue this sequence, I figured I might as well.

I call this one: "False Advertising."

Oops. There goes the bed. (And soon probably the house...)

2019-05-22 edit 1: the lower legs and feet didn't have proper perspective on them, fixed that, I hope.

This is probably going to be the last page of this little mini-comic. I've been thinking about doing something like this with these characters for years and years, and it's been nice to finally do it. So thank you all for bearing with me. ^^

edit: some changes to shadows on the face

I may make some minor changes if it turns out I goofed.

Just a mini-comic I started while the poll was running. Characters are © Scott Calico and are used with permission.

Alright, I'm calling the poll done. Serious voting has stopped and someone just pledged multiple times to vote four times in the poll. (I can see who voted for what, I'm just going to discount their vote.)

Not taking cheaters into account, the feral dino feeding and inflat-a-saurus are tied for first place.

-I'm going to go with the feral dino feeding for the next comic.

-I will do something else for inflat-a-saurus. Likely a series of loose pics done now and then. I will see if I can do a pool party and ask top supporters (measured by their amount of past and current support per month, I can look all that stuff up) if they want cameos.

-The next comic after that (If the world hasn't gone to shit by then.) will be Rebecca's story.

Got a couple ideas for the next project, I'd like to get a feel for what you the audience members want.

You can select multiple options if you like.

Tweaking the comic style yet again. A meaningful improvement, I think.

Still toying with the idea of a werewolf comic...

It needs some World Cheese, probably.

I really don't get all the guns and gear of the Ark late game.

This is really what you should be doing - making a mega dinosaur by feeding it everything you find.

I always felt that this is how taming in Ark should work.

I'm going to do an 'analysis' page of spidertaurs like I did for the Devoratrix species. Maybe something to combine and turn into a PDF later?

Character belongs to 'Hoshino Kedama' and is used with his permission.

Oh, when will they ever learn that you can't have an 'all you can eat' when furries are involved...

And that's a wrap for this one comic. ^^ I will go over the earlier pages and make sure the style is reasonably close to what it is at the end, I'll include potentially edited pages in a future time I post some art here.

edit: I uploaded the edited pages here, since I may not be able to do another art post in time.

Originally this was going to be the ending page, but I think there's room for one more page after this...

(Also included are some minor edits of previous pages.)

*edits page 22 three times while this window is open*

Things never work the way they're supposed to...

This page will probably be edited a little tomorrow. <.<

I think this is basically what people want from this page?

Already at work on page 21 - this comic will go past 20 pages, I'm not sure where it'll stop. Honestly, I should stop caring about comics being a specific number of pages, and just continue them to whatever endpoint works.

I think this page is done. If I made major mistakes, I will correct them tomorrow, when my newly acquired headache has hopefully dried up.

Feeding time...

Say aaahh...

I think this style works best on splash pages, but that may just be my lack of skill at drawing proper comic pages.

Also look, giant dragon butt.

If anyone sees weird broken gradients, let me know. I suspect it may not look right on everyone's monitor.

edit: made some edits based on feedback. Scaled her up in panel 1, scaled the beetle wreck up in panel 2, pulled the tent fabric over her neck in panel 2, and made a hole in the fabric in panel 3 so her tail is now visible.

It's like a turducken, but with horses!

Wow, this one took forever and a half. Probably 60+ hours in total. No 3D rendering was involved, this is all hand-drawn. I used an anatomical diagram to help draw the face of the horse being led into the lab, everything else is drawn from scratch. Made some mistakes here and there, but overall I like it.

This post includes two versions; the centaur version, and the nightmare version. 4k and HD versions of each.

Some more serious enlargening happening.

Also included are edited versions of a few older pictures.

Magic items shouldn't be hard to use.

Spent sooo long doing just the water effects. It's an improvement over previous pictures, but obviously not quite perfect. Overall I like this picture a lot even though there are some problems with it.

That probably tasted like more...

Alright, finally she's making progress...

Next up is fixing a bunch of sore thumbs in the previous pages, then doing page 11.

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Finally finished a story to go with the images!

Chapter 1a - Pat

“Day three plus four hours twenty minutes. Treatment twenty-three B, specimen one. Assistant Patrick Difoo, begin recording.” Pat rubbed some sleep out of his eyes, pushing his glasses out of the way. He yawned and took a sip from his coffee, grimacing at his unshaven black-haired reflection in the window between lab rooms.

He petted the white rat in his hand while he waited for the computer to confirm that and for the maze overview showed up on the screen. When that happened he lowered the rat into the chamber and lowered the one-way mirror lid. Once inside the small chamber, the rat sniffed around, but stopped for a moment and tapped the lid. The tiny creature was not nearly strong enough to push the lid open, and after a few attempts she gave up. Pat pressed enter on a nearby keyboard, causing a small door to open and a timer to start. The rat looked up, roughly where Pat had been when he put her in the chamber, and then set out into the maze.

The maze was different every day. It was built from plastic segments that could quickly be clicked into place. This time only small changes were made that still completely changed the path out of the maze. Pat observed the rat’s movements on the monitor. She followed yesterday’s correct path, until she encountered her first blockage. Again the rat looked up and scurried back, starting to search for other paths again. She found the exit as efficiently as was possible. There was a little bit of kibble in the end chamber to entice the rats to actually go there, but this rat ignored it. She simply sat down and poked at the ceiling lid expectantly. Pat opened the lid and picked her up. “Pretty good score, girl. But I feel like you’re not giving it your all. Judges are going to dock you points for walking slow.” The rat squeaked back at him a few times. He scritched her and put her in her cage. The creature sat down and looked at the human, head turning to follow him as he walked around the cage and started tapping on a keyboard.

A man in a lab coat entered the room unannounced, walked over to the coffee machine, and poured himself a coffee. “Still talking to the animals, Pat?” He asked with his back to Patrick. “They’re the closest thing to good conversation around here, Matt.”

Matthew Everett was a man in his late twenties with chestnut hair and below-average looks. An introvert with a talent for being meticulous, he had been hired by Sparrow Genco eight years ago. He had worked on this one experiment that entire time, spending most of that time by himself. He and Pat did not get along. Currently Matt was responsible for duplicate twenty-three, one of fifty, each of which consisted of a hundred tubes of liquid with a rat in each; ten copies of ten different treatments. The rats were taken out of the tubes once per day and tested. Pat was in charge of said tests.

Matt frowned as he tasted the coffee, and poured the rest down the sink. “Making coffee’s not hard, Pat. Learn it sometime.” He set the mug down in the sink and walked over to where Pat was working. “Experiment going any better?”

Pat pulled up the logs. He would not take the bite, he would be professional. “Neural plasticity is impressive, memory is excellent, problem solving is pretty good. If we want more accurate data we’ll need to come up with a better test. I haven’t heard back from human testing for a few days, but last I heard there was a significant reduction in amyloid plaque. Don’t know if it’s a cure just yet, but it’s probably marketable.” Pat took a sip from his coffee. Regardless of what Matt thought, Pat liked his coffee to register on the Richter scale. He continued. “Cell growth and regeneration is looking good too. Overall the tissue looks healthier than what’s natural. The formula appears to be progressively improving every aspect of the rat’s metabolism.” He paused for a moment, only briefly making eye contact with Matt. “Sure would be nice if the board actually told us what we’re putting in these animals. Couple days ago, I saw one of the rats chase down and eat a cockroach like a predator. Side effects are going to be a problem and we can’t do anything about them unless we know more about the formula.”

Matt nodded, content with the information presented. “They don’t pay us to care, Pat. Just do your job.” He turned around and headed back to his own lab, taking the cage with him. He’d apply the anaesthetic, hook the rat up with all the hoses and put her back in her tube. Pat wished Matt could be a bit more gentle about it.

Chapter 1b – Matt

The next morning, Matt walked between the rows of tubes, examining the rat in each of them, and took notes on his clipboard. Thirteen years. Thirteen years of research, and two hundred and forty-eight million credits of investment had gone into this project. You wouldn’t have thought it, looking at Matt’s lab. A series of transparent plastic tubes filled with liquid, each equipped with cheap monitoring equipment. Pumps, plastic hoses, consumer-level computers, tanks and reservoirs. The truth was, most of the equipment could be cheap and it wouldn’t hurt the experiment. That way, more money could go to towards specialized equipment and repetition of tests. As a small company, Sparrow Genco punched well above above its weight through efficiency and talent. And… a very lax attitude towards safety and ethics. After doing his routine, Matt sat down in his chair heavily and called the supervisor.

“Yeah, twenty-three B looks promising. The quadruple dosage treatment. It looks like it’s finally working. Eighty-five hours in, but it’s finally taking hold.” Twirling the phone cord around his finger, Matt looked at the excel sheet with data while he waited for a response from the supervisor. He knew the supervisor was looking at the same data at this point, having ignored everything until now. The man was theoretically in charge of both security and oversight of the experiment, but he did essentially nothing and Matt resented him for it. After a long minute of silence, the man on the other end responded. “Yeah, looks good. Take twenty-three B into phase two and get back to me in half an hour. I’ll inform he boss of the good news.” The supervisor hung up and Matt put the phone down, looking back to the rows of tubes.

Chapter 1c – Rat

Awakening from a dreamless sleep, the rat opened her eyes. She could see only green liquid, and felt a thing covering her muzzle. Panicking, she started squirming, grabbing for anything, and got herself tied up in wires. A high-pitched repeating sound sounded through the liquid, muffled and distorted. Eventually she managed to get her forepaws around the thing on her muzzle and pulled it off. Suddenly, she noticed she could no longer breathe. Her panic increased and in her squirming she accidentally swallowed some of the green liquid. Briefly, her skin felt tight but pleasurable and she no longer felt like she was drowning. Instinctively, she drank again, and the good feeling repeated. Then, she started drinking as fast as she could. The rat felt pleasure like never before, but soon she felt confined, trapped by a hard transparent thing. Still drinking, she found herself forced into an awkward position and curve as the space seemed to shrink around her.

Fortunately, the wall proved too weak to hold her. She arched her back and broke free, causing pieces of a hard material to fall away. She fell and the wires that had held her came loose. The rat landed on the ground with a wet thump and crawled to her feet. There had been a brief moment of pain when she landed but it was gone in an instant. She sniffed the air, hungry. She had to get the good feeling again.

Soon she found a sweet smell coming from one of the large objects on the ground. It was coming from a spot where a hose went into the object, and rhythmic gurgling and sloshing sounds could be heard. She bit into the hose and made quick work of it. From the severed hose gushed a sweet liquid, and the rat started by licking it up, and then put her mouth around the gushing hose, greedily sucking it all in. Her furry hide creaked and stretched as she expanded to contain the liquid, while her stomach gurgled as it processed the new materials. Her body grew, slowly at first, but as it grew her capacity to absorb new materials increased with it, and soon she was a roughly normally-proportioned rat with a swollen belly. For a few minutes she sucked and swelled like a balloon as she emptied the reservoir, and when it was done she was a pudgy rat as large as a man.

She heard a familiar noise and sniffed the air. The smell was familiar too. She turned around and waddled in the direction of the sound, knocking over equipment as she went. Reaching a door, she reached up with a paw and pressed the handle down, the way she had seen the bipeds do it. Pushing the door open, she found the room she had been in before, only much smaller. The maze was there, and the biped who always petted her. The rat walked up to him, realizing that she was now much larger than she had been before. The biped turned around and panicked, pressing himself back against the thing he had been working on. To show him she meant no harm she stood on her hind legs, and licked his face. She squeaked and turned around. She waddled to the other side of the maze and looked at the biped. She wouldn’t fit anymore and she was glad for it. The maze was annoying. But, she might as well take the food. She reached a paw into the end chamber and grabbed the kibble, putting it into her mouth. Looking at her biped friend, there was a certain smugness to the rat as she ate the reward kibble from the maze end chamber. The food tasted great going down, and she remembered the good feeling food gave her. She could visit the biped again later. The rat immediately started searching for more food, sniffing the air and going out through the door again.

Catching the scent of an animal nearby, she followed it through rooms and corridors before she found her prey. A man in a business suit stood waiting by a machine, and looked at something on his arm while he tapped his foot. The rat scurried around the corner and lunged at him.

Chapter 1d – Pat

Terrified, Pat immediately ran for the emergency exit. He wasn’t getting paid enough for this. In fact, if things were really getting this crazy and bad, chances were he wasn’t getting paid at all. He made his way through the hidden sliding door out of the back of the facility and ran towards the dilapidated ‘abandoned’ shack where he, Matt, and several others kept their old motorcycles. The facility operated on secrecy, and commuting was normally not allowed. Pat figured the consequences for leaving the base without permission would be less severe than facing whatever was going on inside. He rode his rust bucket of a bike out into the savannah and towards the city as fast as it could without falling apart.

Chapter 2a – Matt

After making sure he had his data and power point presentation ready to go, Matt hustled to the lab entrance. He hadn’t been given enough time to prepare, especially since he had to initiate phase two of the experiment simultaneously. The supervisor conversely, had already sent him a text asking where he was. He was waiting by the entrance. The plan was to leave the facility and go to the board meeting together, to tell the boss and investors about the good news and hopefully get a promotion.

Rushing through the lab, in the process of taking his lab coat off, Matt noticed the mess on the floor. One of the tubes had shattered and there was green suspension liquid on the floor. It was just a splash, not nearly enough to account for most of a tube’s volume. There was a sweet smell in the lab, most likely one of the liquid feed hoses must have popped, or so Matt thought. When he realized the broken tube was 23B, the one he was about to tell everyone about, his heart sank. He ran towards the entrance. “We need to call it off, the specimen is – “ he started to say to the supervisor he hoped to find… but all he found was a giant white rat swallowing a man’s arm, business suit and expensive watch and all. The rat was as large as a man, and it had just eaten one, rendering itself immobile as it rested on its huge abdomen. The massive distended belly however quickly deflated while gurgling and churning while rest of the rat noisily creaked and groaned from expanding as it absorbed the matter. The rat grew mostly proportionally, though its weight increased slightly faster than its size. The creature’s teeth were no longer ‘proper’ teeth for a rat; they were clearly meant for rending meat.

Matt turned and started to run, the giant rat going after him a second later. Fragments of thoughts about the experiment popped into his head as he ran down corridors and pushed open doors. The experiment was… a success. Probably. Technically. There were a few other people in the complex, running past the annoyed lab workers he hoped one of them would know what to do with the growing problem. Unfortunately, all they could do was delay the creature briefly. Going by the screams, the lab now probably had several vacancies. Still, promotion seemed unlikely...

Something smashed behind him, and he stopped briefly to look in that direction. Matt guessed the water cooler had been knocked over. The rat couldn’t be far behind. He resumed running and practically slammed into the emergency exit. Pushing the heavy door open, Matt made his way into the small natural cave. There was another door twenty yards in, a well-camouflaged sliding door that led to the surface. The lab technician reached into his pocket and fumbled with his key chain. The door remote was on it – it was little more than a garage door remote. As he was doing that, the rat barged through the door he just passed and knocked him on his butt. Drooling, growling, the horse-sized and heavy-bellied monster was about to devour him, its teeth and mouth still red with blood from its last victims.

|In a moment of clarity, Matt pressed the button on his remote and opened the exterior door. Sunlight came pouring in, and the rat sniffed the fresh air. Perhaps seeking bigger prey, the fat rat turned around, its belly swaying as it went, and waddled out the door.

Still on the ground, Matt pressed the button again and closed the exterior door.

Chapter 2a – Rat

Sniffing the fresh air, the giant rat emerged from the hole that had just opened up. The sun was bright, the air was hot and dry, and the terrain was dry and sandy, with some dry bushes and trees. The irresistible smell of some kind of large and tasty creature was coming from nearby. There was a scraping sound and the hole she had just come through was gone; there was just a rocky outcropping now. Not spending a thought more on the vanishing hole, the rat followed the smell across the dry ground. She found a four-legged creature with horns and another creature like the ones she had just eaten. They appeared connected with a rope. With no plan or tact, the huge rat simply charged the creatures as best she could. Her massive belly made running more difficult, but she was still fast enough to catch her prey. Barrelling into her prey, she knocked the hoofed creature over and tore into its neck. Something hit her on the head. The smaller creature had just struck her with a stick. Feeling little more than a brief moment of pain she turned around and bit into the creature’s neck, taking it down quickly. Once both prey were down, the giant rat started tearing into them. Less than a moment later, all that was left was a skull and some bones, and a giant, bloated rat resting on her full belly. |Quickly, the meal started digesting, and the rat drank in the pleasurable feel of skin stretching over expanding flesh as her body grew bit by bit.

A few minutes later she could walk again. The now huge and obese rat lumbered across the savannah towards her next prey. It wasn’t long before she came across a herd of hoofed animals. When she got closer they ran away, and she wasn’t fast enough to keep up. Several creatures were crushed in the stampede however, which was all the rat needed. She gobbled them up one by one, growing larger all the while. Her walking gradually became more difficult, as her body swelled and thickened. Her great white belly hung lower and lower as it filled with food and fat, and before long it touched the ground. Her enormous and growing haunches, neck, and forelegs swayed and jiggled with fat and muscle as she waddled to her next prey. A group of huge grey animals with big ears and long noses stood nearby, confidently watching the great rat draw near…

Chapter 2b – Matt

The first thing Matt did was search for survivors. It didn’t take long. After finding nothing more than a few small blood stains, he concluded everyone else must have been eaten, making him the only survivor. He spent a few minutes thinking about what he was going to tell his superiors. If he wasn’t careful, they would pin this on him. He didn’t want to become a scapegoat. The solution was simple; He swapped a cylinder from one of the other labs and cleaned up the mess in his own lab. If the rat came from one of the other rooms, where someone else had been responsible, he would probably be off the hook. Maybe he’d even get a promotion, now that he was the only person left with experience! Calling headquarters, and explaining the situation – including the small modifications to the truth – Matt convinced the board of directors of the gravity of the situation.

They instructed him to forward all data on the successful variant of the formula, then initiate the ‘blank slate’ protocol. ‘blank slate’ involved low-level formatting of all storage media in the facility, destruction of all biological matter, draining all nutrient solutions and other liquids, sterilization of all equipment insofar as possible. A team would show up later in the day to physically remove or destroy equipment so that no evidence would be left.

Except Matt himself. He figured they weren’t going to let him be a liability, and since they didn’t offer him a promotion or hush money, they weren’t going to be nice about it.

He forwarded the data for a different formula and kept the working one for himself. He executed the command that formatted everything else in the facility, but didn’t bother with the physical clean-up – he had to be gone before the goons showed up. He left the facility through the secret emergency exit, after checking the security cameras. Being on a rat’s menu wasn’t one of his life goals after all. Once outside he walked to a nearby old shed where low-level staff kept old motorcycles to get to and from work. No one really paid close attention anyway, and the authorities were corrupt enough that police never bothered them. An old shed full of rusty motorcycles wasn’t going to arouse suspicion.

As he rode his rusty machine back to the city, Matt heard a commotion. Elephants tooting and stomping, from the sound of it. Taking a slight detour, he took his bike off the dirt road and soon found the elephants. All but one were in the distended belly of a giant beast of a rat, the last being swallowed just in time for him to see. The rat’s head must have been forty or fifty feet up in the air, and it wasn’t even on its hind legs. Its body and limbs were monstrously thick, its belly dragging on the ground, spilling out between its legs on either side of its body.

“Yeah, you need to have all that ready as soon as possible. I’ll be there in a few minutes, and the rat will show up a bit later. It’s super fat but also pretty big so it won’t be slow.” He put his phone away. He had chided others for texting or calling in the car or on a bike before, now he felt he was a bit of a hypocrite. After seeing the experiment growing out of control in the savannah, Matt had made a video with his phone and sent it to the city authorities. He had told them the creature was probably regenerating – that was one of the goals of the experiment after all. He hadn’t seen that regeneration in action, but it seemed the right decision to go on that assumption, given how well the formula had worked. The only way to kill the rat, he figured, was to explode it.

He pulled up at the syrup factory, at the outskirts of the city. Assuming the rat was coming for the city, it would pass here, and they’d get one chance. The plan was very simple. The rat would smell the sweet syrup leaking from a giant hose. It would drink the syrup, at which point an inflatable device at the tip of the hose would be triggered and become stuck in the rat’s mouth, fixing the hose in place. The syrup would be pumped into the rat, causing it to explode, regeneration or not.

Chapter 2c – Rat

Drawn to the smells of food and people, the rat made her way to the city. Inhabitants started taking pictures and making videos, but once the rat started eating people, panic took over. The rat was obese, but also enormous – large enough that even in her fattened state, she could outrun a human on foot. People ran into buildings, and out of buildings when the rat started tearing through them. They fled in cars, which quickly formed traffic jams and pileups, and then had no choice but to flee on foot. Only people on bicycles could reliably escape the giant monster of a rat that barrelled down the streets, devouring people left and right. The ground shook as giant rat paws carried the massive white furred body after people. Cars were crushed, alarms triggered and then violently silenced as the huge rodent obliterated everything in its path. The people it was chasing were tiny morsels however, not at all the filling meal she wanted. Her belly never felt full anymore.

Then she smelled something sweet. Following the scent, she flattened a metal fence and came upon an open area with large storage tanks and a tanker truck, all of which were connected with thick tubes, one of which was leaking syrup on the asphalt. Wasting no time, the giant rat lumbered over to the syrup and licked it up, then taking the tube in her mouth and started sucking on it.

Suddenly, the tip of the tube inflated with a loud hiss, forcing the rat’s jaws apart and fixing the tube in place. It was bothersome, but because she still wanted to drink the syrup, it was not really a problem - at first. Then the liquid started flowing faster and faster. The giant rat felt her belly fill up rapidly, stretching and groaning as she was pumped full of liquid. It was a pleasurable sensation, she felt no need to protest – at first. She started growing again, limbs and body becoming longer and thicker, but the growth was completely and utterly outpaced by the expansion her gut was undergoing, and soon she was lifted off the ground by the rising bulk of her own abdomen. Every part of her body started expanding faster than it was growing, causing them to squish together and become less flexible. She was in rat heaven.

Before long however, her belly started aching. The pressure was getting more and more intense as hundreds of tones of syrup were being pumped into her, inflating her like a balloon. Her skin creaked and protested as it was unable to keep up with the volume it was being asked to contain. Patches of skin were stretched so thin now, they were practically bald, and angry red spots were developing. Her limbs and neck soon followed, being inflated too large and too tightly for comfort, and still there was no end in sight. Underneath her, the tanker truck was crushed like an empty beer can under the expanding bulk of the enormous rat’s swelling belly.

The rat started to panic, but in her inflated state, was unable to do more than wiggle her limbs slightly. So bloated was every part of her, that she could barely move at all anymore. Angry stretch marks started appearing everywhere as an ominous creaking echoed throughout her body. Her skin protested ever stronger against the inexorable expansion…

Chapter 3a – Pat

He couldn’t allow this to happen. After all the experimenting, he couldn’t allow them to kill her for standing up for herself. Local infrastructure had been devastated when the giant rat came through it, so internet and phone coverage was non-existent. Rumor was that the rat had hurt people, but Pat hadn’t personally seen it. His first indication of the rat’s presence had been when he saw her rising on a huge white dome that he realized was her inflating belly. The experiment must have somehow gone awry and turned her into a giant – and now they were trying to cause her to explode, from the looks of it. He rode his bike into the facility where they were keeping her, some kind of syrup factory from the looks of it. No one came out to tell him to leave the premises. From the ground, all he could see of the rat was the curve of her great belly, slowly creeping across the parking lot. The skin looked tight as a drum, and sounded like rubber being stretched close to breaking. He had to move quickly; from the looks of it his friend was going to pop soon. The sound of metal creaking and protesting came from afar, probably some metal structure was being crushed by the rat’s expansion on the other side. He hoped there wasn’t anything sharp over there…

Following the giant pipe through which they were inflating the rat, Pat ran into one of the nearby buildings. He had no knowledge of syrup or factories, but shutting something down shouldn’t be too hard. He came across a series of what he figured had to be enormous pumps, their noise was deafening. He frantically searched for buttons, breakers, and switches, pressing or flipping them all. It had the desired effect; the pumps went out, along with the lights and all the other equipment, and the factory fell silent. In the dark, all he could hear was the ominous creaking and groaning of acres of skin stretched tight, and the gurgling and sloshing of a vast body of liquid.

Chapter 3b – Matt

“What’s wrong?!” The foreman shouted. Technicians examined their control panels, trying to determine the cause of the malfunction. “Don’t know sir. No malfunctions or damage reported anywhere, but everything has shut down. Pumps aren’t turning. Looks like we lost power to the entire production floor.” The foreman angrily pushed his subordinate aside. “No, this can’t happen! We have to finish this, or it’ll backfire!”

Something outside rumbled, and as everyone looked to the camera feeds, Matt bolted. He didn’t want to wait around to see what he already knew was going to happen. He made his way out the factory building and onto the parking lot outside. The impossibly enormous bloated white mass that was his experiment filled his view. It was laid out over the factory compound like a gigantic water balloon, several empty storage tanks had been half pushed, half crushed aside. It was already changing shape. The body proper, and the limbs, barely visible at first, slowly grew, becoming longer and regaining their mobility as their bone and muscle structures outgrew the sphereoids of fat they were in. The creature was the size of an ocean liner at this point, and it wouldn’t be long before its enormous and massively thick paws touched the ground again. Matt did the only thing he could think of. He got on his bike again and drove off, hoping to leave the growing creature behind him.

A deep, low rumble shook the ground when the first paw touched the ground. The shaking was so violent that Matt was nearly thrown off his bike, forcing him to stop. The flesh of thick toes spread, huge claws dug into the ground, and the asphalt and pavement underneath cracked and crushed as more and more weight came to rest on the paw instead of the shrinking belly. Another low rumble told Matt that another paw had touched the ground. The rat lowered its head to the ground, apparently letting someone climb onto it and cling to one of its ears.

He decided he had wasted enough time. He took off again, hoping to stay on his bike when the next rumble happened. The earth shook two more times soon after that, and then there was a dreadful silence. As he sped through the streets, Matt could see bystanders gawking at something up and behind him.

His plan had been to go to the edge of the nearby lake, find a small boat, sail to the middle of said lake, and wait while the military deals with the giant rat somehow. His plan was derailed by a terrible shaking, which threw him off his bike and into a row of bushes. Everything shook. Windows shattered, people fell over, some old buildings even collapsed. An impossibly large shadow fell on everything, drawing closer as the rumble became louder. Getting up, Matt saw the incredibly huge rat drag her enormous bloated belly across the city. Buildings were knocked over by huge powerful limbs and flattened by the belly that spread out from either side of the giant monster like a giant water balloon. Giant rat paws landed heavily, leaving paw-shaped craters in the ruined asphalt as they crushed everything and anything underneath. Whereas before the monster had hunted people, now she ignored them. They were insignificant morsels now, not worth the effort of scooping up.

The creature sat down on her enormous haunches, butt flesh squishing out to the sides and pushing aside smaller buildings and vehicles. She grabbed a tall building with her chubby fore paws and started nibbling it, like a normal-sized rat might nibble on a fry. The building lasted no more than ten seconds, and the rat resumed her trek, apparently not liking the taste enough to try another building.

The rat made her way towards the lake, her belly flattening everything in her path. The entire block in front of Matt was wiped out as a white wall covered in short soft fur smooshed it. After the monstrous belly came an equally monstrous ass, furry butt cheeks competing for space and rubbing against each other as powerful legs pushed the giant monster closer to the lake. Matt picked up his bike and drove off in the opposite direction, the lake seemed a bad idea now.

Chapter 3c – Rat

After experiencing a moment of fear, the giant rat had absorbed her enormous liquid meal and grown proportionally. Now larger than anything around her, she was once again looking for food. There were tiny things scurrying on the ground, but they were not worth bothering with. She noticed a body of water nearby and headed in that direction, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake, not to mention a dust cloud. At her size it was a short distance to the water, and once she arrived she lowered her head and started drinking. Immediately feeling herself expand up and out, she was annoyed that the water receded. The rat walked forward, and drank again, repeating as the water receded further. The white behemoth expanded in all directions, her chest was now so fat it dragged on the ground like her belly, and her fat neck spread out on the ground as she drank. A minute later the lake was gone, and in its place stood an impossibly large and obese rat.

Still craving more, she bit into the ground. It tasted like nothing, but it filled her, which felt good. She couldn’t eat as fast as she had drunk, but there was no reason not to keep eating. Stone and dirt felt dry and gritty, and after eating a sizeable crater into the ground, she decided to look for water. So fat was she now, her movements had become annoyingly slow as her fat limbs squished against her fat body and generally competed with it for space. Dragging her bulk towards a distant sea, she left a trench half a mile wide and many miles long, obliterating everything in her path without even noticing. On her head, a tiny figure clung to a giant rat ear, hanging on for dear life.

The white furry behemoth reached the sea and lowered her head, eager to drink away the unpleasant dry taste of rock and dirt from her mouth. A vortex formed in the water near the giant rat’s mouth, and her body started swelling. A terrible creaking and groaning, sloshing and churning came from her body as every part of her inflated. Her belly ballooned up and sideways, and her limbs becoming so round with fat that she was once again immobile. Not even slightly deterred, she drank as fast she could, her head getting pushed forward by her growing neck and body. Soon the front of her body was in the water, her head on a growth-powered voyage across the sea, and onto the opposite shore. Struggling, she found she couldn’t turn around to drink more. Her head was stuck where it was, pressed into the green landscape. Seeing no alternative, she started chewing on the land once again. At this size, the rock and sand was almost like a liquid, and she was able to eat it faster than before. Half chewing, half drinking the crust, the rat continued expanding like a white saggy water balloon filling and spreading across the landscape, her head and limbs becoming smaller and smaller dots on an ever expanding flattened sphere.

Before long she had grown so large that she could drink the rock and stone, and the hot gooey material underneath it. It was not quite pleasant at first, but she became accustomed to it quickly. Having no concept of the formula that was altering her, she simply thought it was something hot that she could eat. Swelling ever further, she found that it became easier to drink – At some point, the meal simply started falling into her. The crust cracked under the rat’s massive weight, turning into a layer of islands on a roiling mass of magma. As the rat grew exponentially, the flow of magma increased and drained the world quickly. Feeling herself expand ever larger and tighter, the rat had become a white sphere, drinking up the last of what was once a world as her giant head and paws.

Then there was silence, and a rocky orb floating nearby that looked mighty tasty…

The End

notes: I will most likely get back to this and tweak the human face some more, after I've not looked at it for a while. Just hitting a brick wall with it, maybe someone will have suggestions for it?

Devoratrix regina (working title, until something better comes along)

This aquatic species is omnivorous, with a preference for meat. Though capable of surviving on land, the creature is barely mobile out of the water. Several unique traits of this species make them particularly interesting research subjects. This species encompasses a range of variants, which are oddly enough not genetically distinct - differences are due to as-of-yet unknown triggers during development. The species is named after the 'queen' variant, which while rare, tends to be dominant.

Variants - Different variants of this species have been observed. Despite the differences in appearance, all specimen carry the genetic material required to develop into the listed forms. The trigger for most developmental pathways is speculated to be as-of-yet unknown events during prenatal development.

Type I: Standard - This is the type of creature most commonly encountered.

Type II: Warrior - This variant features oversized jaws and barbed tentacles. It is by far the most aggressive variant encountered, and also the fastest. Both male and female specimen have been encountered. Unlike warrior castes from social insects, these warriors are fertile and capable of reproducing.

Type III: King - Due to as of yet unknown stimuli, a warriors may develop into a 'king'. This is a larger version of the warrior, with disproportionate jaws and multiple jagged appendages. It is too slow to hunt effectively, relying on warriors and 'normal' variants to feed it. Specimen of this type are always male and spend all their time mating with females while killing or driving off all males who aren't direct offspring. 'King' variants feature indeterminite growth, but their extremely violent behavior generally results in them dying quickly.

Type IV: Queen - This variant specializes in reproduction and is invariably female. Ovaries increase in both number and size and the womb expands dramatically. Additional vertebrae form as needed, extending the spine. The growth discs for new vertebrae are located inside the intervertebral discs. The formation process is almost certainly an engineered feature, not a naturally occurring one. Queen specimen exhibit indeterminite growth and are often accompanied by agressive offspring, making them the most dangerous variant to encounter.

Subtype A: Normal - this is the subtype most commonly encountered.

Subtype B: Human Face - this rare subtype has a human face at the tip of its snout.

Subtype C: Tauric - this subtype has a humanoid torso in place of the normal head. These specimen never have 'mouth tentacles' but always has a split tongue. Extending the tongue distends the humanoid torso and mouth.

Metabolism - Amazingly, this species requires no oxygen, even though they possess lungs. The metabolic pathways supporting its cellular processes are powered by an organic form of fusion that uses molecular structures forcing nuclei close enough together for aneutronic fusion. This process relies on quantum tunneling made possible by an unknown effect that drastically widens the wave function of the particles involved. Instead of radiating away, the high-energy photons excite electrons in a structure somewhat reminiscent of chlorophyll, which in turn powers conventional ATP pumps and other, as-of-yet unidentified structures.

The stomach of this creature exhibits strong psychic emanations. The digestive process and cellular metabolism throughout the body are assumed to be psychically enhanced or linked. The working hypothesis is that this enhances the speed and efficiency of nutrient absorption, possibly allowing for molecular disassembly of unwanted materials and reassembly into useful nutrients. This psychic pattern is more powerful in larger specimen, perhaps allowing more difficult matter to be digested as the creature's psychic field becomes more powerful.

Radiation Resistence - Specimen have been observed absorbing or blocking background radiation in unique bands. These bands in fact widen as the individual develops, eventually rendering the creature immune to high-energy photons. No increase in temperature has been observed after absorbing radiation. Instead, cellular activity increases slightly and proportionally. Other forms of radiation such as neutrons, positrons, and alpha particles are blocked but do not stimulate cellular activity.

Skeleton - The skeleton is comprised of a mixture of hard and flexible structures. The entire structure, (and to a lesser extent the softer tissues) feature carbon macromolecules, giving it tremendous strength, both compressive and tensile. These macromolecules can only be sustained inside the living creature - when extracted, they decay in a matter of minutes. The cartilage-like structures in the ribcage can stretch to several times their original length, most likely to assist in the swallowing of large prey.

Movement - The creature propels itself using its powerful tail as well as a gravitic effect. This gravitic effect is more powerful in larger specimen and allows the creature to both move and turn faster than one might expect.

Tentacles - The six tentacles immediately behind the creature's head are used to grapple prey and manipulate objects. The nervous tissue in these structures show signs of psychic energy, moreso in larger specimen.

Jaws - The creature has a powerful bite, but not remarkably so for its size. On a warrior or king variant, the jaw has oversized, protruding teeth that can do tremendous damage, but are less effective at eating.

Mouth Tentacles - Many specimen possess two or four tentacles sprouting from the back of the mouth. These are used to pull in prey.

Split Tongue - Many specimen possess a hollow tongue that extends, and splits at the tip into four short tentacles. This tongue can be used to swallow smaller prey or drain blood.

Still gotta come up with a name for it. More of this critter on the way!

See? I can draw stuff that isn't fat.

Now back to drawing stuff that is fat.

(I may tweak this later, as I've spent way too long staring at it to see problems at this point.)

Apparently Lizard won. So here we are. Turned out alright, I think.

Good things come in small packages, right?

Maybe this will become a sequence.

(you won't be charged for this post)

the picture is included as an attatchment, for some reason a post has to be a poll *or* an image.

So this picture of a containment unit needs a creature in it. Originally it was going to be part of a dragon sequence, but I'm not happy with it. Other people seem to like it however, so rather than throw away two days of work I'm going to run a poll for what I should put in it. Feel free to make suggestions not on the list.

Note that the scale of the scene can be adjusted by resizing what's behind the window, so smaller or larger things are possible.

I don't think I've drawn a big pudgy vixen in... decades, perhaps. This is long overdue.

Some tweaks may be made tomorrow, when I have a fresh head. Maybe add some hints of fur here and there, and see if the muzzle needs a fix.

The idea for this picture was to improve on my lineart and make it work better for erotic works, and practice human parts. And I just wanted to draw a large 'taur of some kind. It took far longer than expected, but it turned out okay I think.

I couldn't decide on a coloring pattern so I included three different versions. I personally prefer the 'C' version...

Guess that ring will find a purpose pretty soon...

The enlargening begins!

Last post of the year, thank you everyone for supporting me. I hope everyone has a good new year's eve!

You know you all want one.

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Added a version with a smaller head in the bottom picture, I felt the original one wasn't quite in proportion given the perspective.

"I'm afraid the pickings have been getting rather slim, mistress."

I'm sure this will end just fine for him.

I'll need to edit the face in picture 3 to be more in line with the rest of the sequence, but overall I think this is a good one to end it on for now.

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I've included an edited version of picture 3, that should bring it more in line with 1,2, and 4.

edit edit: Tweaked the faces in 1,3, and 4 to be more consistent. Also I've included edited versions of pictures 1 and 2 (I don't even remember if I changed anything in 2, but I might as well include the entire sequence here.)

Inflate your bear responsibly.

This is kind of meant as an in-between of the previous two pics. I originally was going to use it as a sequel, but I got a better idea for that now.

Now, this is just a general notice, but if anyone feels like a picture is too light or too dark for them to view properly, please let me know so I can make adjustments.

A larger Cynthia, hungry for something. Whether this will end well for the other person involved is left to viewer discretion.

edit 1:

tweaked her left arm, it was too short. Maybe the right arm needs to be thicker, but I can't quite decide. Perhaps I'll be better able to see tomorrow.

This is presumably before she reaches building-bursting sizes.

Will probably be tweaked in the future, as I spot problems.

edit 1: narrowed the shoulders a bit, made the left buttcheek a bit smaller to be in line with the right one, and shrank the head a smidge.

edit 2: just a very minor tweak of the lighting on her right side.

So, this is another picture inspired by Ark. It looked better in my mind, but I think some people will still like it.

It kinda looks more like a bird playing with a toy caveman and dinosaur set than a giant bird over an Ark camp, but perhaps that works?

Everyone who has played ARK will probably get this. ^^

I'm sick at the moment and my brain isn't 100%. So I may have missed some things. In that case it will be fixed once I see the things.

I remembered I still needed to do picture 1. Now the sequence is complete and I can write a story about it.

Oh boy, this took a long time to draw. One day per character, basically. But, pretty happy with the result! (If I had done this in my old style, it might have taken several weeks!) Went with a simple background in the end, as it distracts the least. But, maybe if I get a really good idea, I'll put in a different one.

Top row from left to right: James, Lancia, Seraphine

Bottom row from left to right: Gill, Liz

edit: I've edited the picture to make Sera's breasts smaller. The old version is still included.

Smugness intensifies.

Originally there was going to be some dialogue, but I feel that it works better without.

Also, going for something a bit more 'romantic' this time. It's been on the to-do list for a while, this is as good a time as any.

I had a ton of fun drawing the car. It was something that had been on my to-do list for a while.

A large fox lady brushing the hair of her kid or little sister.

I started on this drawing long before I ran last month's poll. I guess it's not strictly what they were hoping for, but I suppose they still got lucky?

Last post for october. Also including an edited version of an old picture, because I can never let go.

A new challenger appears!

So, it looks like kobold and anthro dragon are tied for first place. I think I know what to do!

(The title is just a placeholder until I come up with something clever.)

Now, I'm still experimenting, I decided to try a hybrid of styles, I'm quite liking it so far. If anyone has feedback, I'm happy to hear it.

I think this style could be used for a comic - or at least parts of it. It works well enough for character expressions and getting a lot of 'stuff' in the page, but it's not so good for backgrounds, at least not in color. Maybe I can develop a hybrid style for future comics.

Characters are © Strega, and are used with his permission.

Ok, I think that's as far as I can really go with this. I'm struggling to come up with interesting stuff to put into this kind of picture. Also, as she's now spherical, there wouldn't really be any effect from having her eat more planets, as some people have already suggested.

Since people seem to love the rat so much, I could go back and draw some prequel pics? Maybe have her be inflated with water or something. (Also I still need to draw a 'picture 01.')

It also looks like people stopped voting on the poll, so I'm tempted to start drawing that sooner.

People seem to like seeing the rat inflated. Figured it was time to go for broke.

Continuing to practice POV shots and faces/expressions.

Okay, so raffles aren't an option. For now, I'll run a poll on what I should be drawing. If any of them are crazy popular I can see about drawing a sequence of them. If there are several that are super popular, I'll see about dividing my attention between them, or do them one by one.

note: the subject matter will be female

You can select as many as you like.

If you have suggestions for species, you can comment with those below, and I will include them in the poll after this one.

I will continue drawing current stuff until the poll has run its course (one week).

Bigrat was thirsty...

I spent soooo long doing the coloring and lighting and glisten on all those tentacles and boobs, but the end result works, I think. (though some editing may be needed, once I've spent some time away from it.)

In fact, I like this so much, I will probably try to do a companion picture showing her human torso and the front two boobs.

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I have added a closeup picture. Because I don't think that many people are excited about this one, plus it already having taken three days to draw, I decided to recycle an old face for it.

edit edit:

Tweaked the face a little. Somehow it looks much better on the tablet than it does on a regular monitor. Maybe it's the angle I'm viewing the tablet at that distorts it.

This month, I'm going to try to do a few POV shots, and overall I'm going to try to focus on expressions.

Looks like she is very happy to have you underfoot...

There were some people who would not have been ok with me drawing a 'popping' or 'post-pop' picture, so there will be no 'alternate ending' to this series.

For this picture, I wanted to make her more menacing, without changing the base design of the creature.

I may come back and tweak this some more. Right now my brain is fried but I still kinda like this one even if the lighting is not quite consistent everywhere.

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So I had a thought about the rat sequence, and I wanted to know the audience's thoughts on the matter before continuing.

Currently, the rat is being inflated with some kind of syrup or other sweet liquid. The 'baseline' scenario is that the rat absorbs it, grows bigger, and continues rampaging.

I am considering drawing a single-picture 'alternate' version, where the rat has popped. My current idea for that would be the same cityscape, but with a crater and buildings covered in red and yellow. (It wouldn't be a seperate post, it would just be a quick 'alternate' version of the rampage picture.)

But, because that may gross out a number of people, I've decided to run a poll for this. (It would be an alternate version that is clearly marked, so you wouldn't have to look at it.) But, if there are people who really don't want me to, I won't draw it.

Are you okay with me including a picture where the rat has popped?

So originally this was going to be another picture in the blue dragon sequence. I think the style has developed reasonably well since I started it. I personally still prefer the 'old' style, but overall the audience seems to prefer this style.

However, Darnon suggested I add some more color so I made this 'alternate' version. (the original version is attatched as well)

Also I've edited the 'lost lady' picture. It's a small edit (moved an eye) but I think it's enough of an improvement to justify attatching it here as well.

(Also also, I'm noticing sometimes the upload to Patreon fails. So let me know if files appear to be missing.)

Next up is a poll for the next picture(s) in the rat sequence...

Maybe this is not going in a direction she planned?

This is the first time I've ever drawn stretch marks, maybe I'll change them if I can come up with something better.

The ever-expanding rat has found herself in a bit of a predicament.

Experimenting with this style some more.

Trying to figure out how to do clouds in this style. I think this is okay?

(For those confused, I'm labeling this picture '04', and the original as '03'.)

People like the rat picture so much, I decided to do a few more. Since nobody seems to have a problem with me using old sketches as a base for them, I decided to use one I really liked.

This picture is technically a prequel to the earlier one, maybe I'll also do one of 'before mad experiment'.

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So I get asked from time to time if I could either reupload or finish old sketches.

Since people seem to like the giant rat picture, I started sketching up some more ones, but I also found that I have a few really old sketches that might be good.

My question is this, do you people want me to use some old sketches to produce a few new giant rat pictures? I have included the sketches in question in an attatchment to this post. (They are the pencil ones, the new ones are obviously different.)

So this picture was mostly meant to practice planetary destruction effects and the like. The idea was to get to a more realistic depiction of megamacro.

Also included is a minor edit of a gold dragon picure from before. Just made the tail bigger so it matches the perspective.

So it's been a while since I posted anything, but that's not because I haven't been busy.

I lost track of how many hours I've spent on this, but it's a lot. (I may come back to it and make minor edits. If I make a lot of edits, I'll include a new version at a later time when I post something else.)

edit 1: I've tweaked the legs, especially the knees, and added some lines to the pants to help show the shape and angle of the calves. I'm still not 100% on it, but I think it helps a little. (I've kept the old version in the post in case people prefer that one.)

There is an extensive personal canon as to what is going on here, but I'm going to let the viewer decide for themselves.

A smaller version of a creature I've drawn a few times in the past. It made it possible to squeeze her in this kind of pose.

The idea is that she can eat via unbirthing things, and those four tentacles are essentially part of her vagina. This way, she can continue to feed herself even when her human mouth doesn't keep up with her growth.

Wanted to experiment with more dramatic perspective, and tweak the shadow pattern I typically use, slightly.

I get the feeling people prefer this art style, so I'm going to continue working on it.

Maybe this should be a little sequence?

Wanted to practice greyscale some, and keep working on expressions. And a bird. And boobs.

I may come back and tweak this if I find sore thumbs and the like.

Really happy with how this one turned out. The focus was on building dynamic poses, but in the end I fell in love with them, especially the middle one. ^^

Wanted to draw a happy bear, so there.

A gold-ish version of a D&D character in a game I'm running. Originally she was going to be silver, like she is int he game, but it turns out this color works much better compositionally, so here it is.

It looks like the bot only invited about a third of the people, and I don't know how to auto-invite everyone to the server.

So, for everyone who is interested in joining the server:

https://discord.gg/YraWxF

I have a tendency to spam sketches at people anyway, as anyone who ever talked to me can attest, might as well spam them at people who want to see them.

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Thanks everyone for supporting this story. Additional thanks to Talos for helping me with editing the story itself.

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Characters, Story, Images © 2018 Meanybeany

1 The Chase

Casper leapt over rotted logs and ran through mud puddles. His merchant outfit had been reduced to filthy rags, his boots were almost worn out. The man’s light brown hair was a dirty mop on his dirty, frightful face. Without stopping, he briefly glanced behind him, almost slamming into a mass of strangely shaped tree roots.

In the distance, a hundred men wearing steel plate armor and red capes cut a path through the jungle, following the lone man. The soldiers were a mob, no formation or order guiding them, their eyes red and white with hate and zeal. At the head of the shapeless mob, a banner displayed a stylized bloodhound with a crown hovering over it. Further behind them still, a pair of large sailing ships lay at anchor, their livery including the same crowned hound.

As he ran, Casper could see a small hole in the ground coming up ahead. It was just large enough for him to fit through, and it was so surrounded by roots and bushes he estimated it could only be seen from this one specific angle. In the split second he could afford, Casper stopped and looked into the hole. A wooden ladder led down into darkness through a narrow tunnel of earth. The wood was somewhat moldy, but it could perhaps hold his weight. He didn’t have time to test or think. He climbed down the ladder as quickly as he could, his hurting hands, damaged boots, and tired limbs making his descent unsteady. As he descended into the darkness, his grip slipped and he tumbled the rest of the way.

Back in the jungle, the throng of soldiers came to a halt. The lead man, who was wearing a fully enclosed helmet with no visor or eye slits held up a hand. “Halt, halt! Signal’s lost.” He shouted. He held one hand against the heavy helmet as he looked left and right, as though trying to spot something.

2 A Brief Respite

Casper opened his eyes to darkness. He wasn’t even sure he had opened them. Maybe they were swollen shut? Everything on his head hurt. Arms outstretched he stumbled through the dark, bumping into wooden crates and nearly tripping before he found a door.

He opened it slowly and on the other side was a workplace of some kind. The room was poorly lit by a glowing gem in the ceiling, with several tables full of dirty alchemical equipment, some of which was bubbling and working even now. Casper entered the room and closed the door behind him. There was no one here, but signs of recent activity were everywhere. Shoeprints on the dirty floor, several coffee mugs with small amounts of brown liquid, several loose coins, not covered in dust, on the very dusty table. Some areas of the table were largely clean of dust, indicating spots where someone had worked. Whoever lived here did not keep a clean house. There were a few more doors leading out of the room, all closed.

Not wanting to offend whoever lived here, Casper left the coins and opened one of the other doors. The next room was better lit, but not better cleaned. There were couches facing a black plaque set against a wall – probably a device from a different world, Casper had seen them before. He walked past the primitive entertainment device and into the rest of the room. An enormous pile of trash blocked access to one door, but another door was still accessible. A row of small cages sat on a table, each containing a single small animal. A few rodents, a lizard, a snake, and some kind of squid. Several of the creatures eyed him as he passed by and entered another door to briefly examine the kitchen.

Not finding anyone there, he called out. “Hello? Is anyone home?”

“Quiet! You don’t want him to find you!” A soft female voice sounded from nearby.

“Excuse me? Who is there?” Casper said, a bit softer, looking around for the source of the voice.

“Down here.” She said.

Casper looked down, seeing one of the cages there. The tiny silver lizard was talking to him.

“Who are you?” The lizard asked.

Casper scratched his head. He had encountered speaking creatures before, this was not particularly unusual to him, but it had caught him off-guard. “Oh, hi. I’m Casper, I fell in a hole and ended up here. Where is the home owner?”

The lizard spoke again, a little quicker this time. “Right. Okay, the home owner is an evil wizard and he will probably rip out your skeleton and make it beat what’s left of you to death when he finds you.”

Casper swallowed the spittle and blood that had been accumulating in his mouth since he fell down the stairs. “Er, I didn’t break anything. I didn’t mean to break in either, I was just fleeing.”

The tiny lizard rolled her tiny eyes. “What part of ‘evil wizard’ and ‘rip out your skeleton’ was unclear to you?”

Casper nodded, a bit more nervous now. He had thought he was safe for the moment, but perhaps he had merely gotten into more trouble. Leaning closer to the cage, he whispered into it. “Okay, so what do I do? Is there somewhere safe nearby?”

“No, but you can run. Also, please take me with you?” The lizard pleaded.

“I don’t know if you want that. I’m being chased by an angry mob of soldiers.” Casper responded.

“Are they scarier than an evil necromancer wizard?” The lizard asked.

“I don’t know. I think both can kill you pretty easily.” Casper said.

“I’ll take my chances.” The lizard concluded.

Casper shrugged and opened the cage door. He held his hand inside to allow the tiny lizard to crawl onto him. She settled onto his shoulder. “Onward ho!” She joked. “No seriously, you should get going before Nicomedes returns. I wasn’t kidding about the skeleton stuff.”

“What’s your name, by the way?” Casper asked as he turned around. “I’m Marisella, Mari for short.” She responded.

Mari directed Casper out of the dwelling. He took the coins with him, as the wizard would be mad at him for taking his lizard anyway, and Mari insisted Casper take the soap and shampoo and other bath things as well. “He’s not even going to notice it’s gone, trust me.” She insisted. The exit led to a small natural cavern that exited through a waterfall. “In that direction, a couple days away, is a village. Probably.” Mari pointed into the jungle.

“What do you mean, probably?” Casper asked. The lizard shrugged. “I don’t know if it’s still there. Maybe Nicomedes killed them all?” Casper shrugged. “Okay. That’s fair.” And he started walking in the direction of the village. “Oh, could you stop shrugging so much? You’re going to throw me off if you keep doing it.” Mari added.

It wasn’t long before the sounds of shouting and clanging caught up with them. “Oh crap.” Casper said as he sped up his walk. “It’s my friends.”

“What do they want you for?” Mari asked.

“Long story short, I was a junior dungeon delver for the Caris Empire. I was on my third assignment when I was cursed by a magical artifact, basically it put me under a permanent magical effect. And, because in the Caris Empire magic is forbidden to anyone not of noble blood, they decided to capture me for the ritual leeching.” He paused to look around for a moment before continuing. “It’s where they bleed you out and suck up your magical abilities to fuel theirs. The process kills the sacrifice, obviously.”

“And they sent an army after you just so they can leech you? Seems a bit excessive.” Mari asked, skeptical.

“Well, my curse is pretty peculiar. I think they want it.” Casper panted.

“You’re not going to explode or anything, are you?” Mari asked, a bit more nervous now.

“Nah. Er, it’s erm… basically, my semen is cursed to make things grow bigger. There’s a prostitute in Cariso City who is twenty foot tall now, if you can believe that.” Casper added, in a lower tone. “If they didn’t kill him.”

“Hmmmm…” Mari added as Casper hurried further through the jungle.

3 The Plan

Later that day, near the evening, they still were nowhere near reaching the village, but they had at least left their heavily armored pursuers behind for now. Casper sat down against moss-covered rock and caught his breath. He had been on the run non-stop since being cursed, which was a month ago. He had built up considerable endurance since then; in fact he had never been in better shape. Mari clambered over the rock behind him, looking around but not straying too far from the human. “Those idiots are persistent. What’s in it for them anyway?” She asked, still trying to grasp the madness of the situation Casper was trying to escape.

Casper sighed. “Eh. Status. Belonging. Sadism. Some money. Whatever motivates fanatics. In the end, it doesn’t matter; they were ordered to bring me back and that’s what they’ll do.”

The tiny silver lizard climbed back down and onto Casper’s lap. “So, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we can solve both our problems at once.”

Casper raised an eyebrow. “Get the wizard and the goons to fight each other?”

Mari shook her head. “No no. You know what defeats both a wizard and a bunch of steel-plated goons?”

Casper sighed. “What?”

Mari added: “A giant dragon.”

Casper chuckled. “Where are we going to get one?” Mari huffed a little. “You make one, of course! Out of a smaller dragon.” After an awkward pause she added. “Me! I’m a dragon.” It took Casper a few moments to process. “Oh, right. I thought you were a lizard. Sorry.” Mari rolled her eyes and demonstrated her dragon-ness by breathing a tiny amount of fire into the air nearby. It was a small flame, but Casper could still feel the heat. “Oh, okay, I believe you. No need to show off.” Casper added hurriedly. He wasn’t afraid she would use the fire against him, but he felt he had insulted her by not recognizing that she was a dragon. “I’m sorry, I just… thought dragons were bigger.” Mari responded, a little less annoyed. “Evil wizard, remember? The snake in the cage next to me was the size of a castle when he found her. I’m glad she was sleeping when you came in. She’s a jerk.”

“Okay, so, let me get this straight. You want me to have sex with you, so you can grow to giant size, and that will stop the wizard and the imperial bloodhounds from chasing us?” Casper said as he took the last of his clothes off. “That’s the plan.” Mari responded.

He sat himself down again, leaning back against the rock, and let the tiny silver dragon climb onto him. She was less than a foot long, he had no idea how this was going to work. But if it meant he could stop running, it was worth a shot. She sat down behind his member, which took little incentive to grow erect. “Hey chief! How do I make this thing go?” She laughed as she put one paw on the tip.

Mari put her forepaws around what was to her a huge column of meat, and proceeded to lick the business end. She paused a moment to carefully position her hind paws where they could also somewhat stroke the shaft. She continued doing this for a few minutes, getting it to throb, but that was about it. “A little help here?” She pleaded. It was humiliating to have to ask for help, but there wasn’t much she could do beyond giving his member a full-body massage. Casper’s hand came down and rubbed his penis, and then rubbed the tiny dragon against said penis. A few minutes later a little bit of pre emerged from the tip, which Mari greedily lapped up.

Immediately, Mari felt pressure welling up inside of her. She could feel her flesh expanding under her skin, stretching her form like a balloon. Gasping in pleasure, she lost hold of the penis, but Casper caught hold of her as she slid off. Panting and gasping in rhythm with the spurts of growth, she pawed in front of herself with her still tiny paws, tongue lolling to the side. Her weight was steadily increasing, but it was still nowhere near a problem for Casper. By the time the growth wore off she had almost tripled in size, and her arousal was building too, fucking Casper was all she could think of. She turned around in his hands and stood up, her fore paws pressing against his chest, and her hind paws on his thighs. She placed her slit against his still erect penis and pressed down. It was tight, so tight. Maybe she was still too small for this, but if this was the case, it didn’t register. She squeezed herself around Casper’s member, panting and squealing as she slowly went down. Mari started grinding up and down, but the fit was so tight it forced her to move slowly. She licked his chest, and tried stroking him, but found she couldn’t really do much in this position; she was essentially impaled on a much larger creature.

As the small dragon impaled herself on his penis so tightly, Casper could feel himself starting to build up to a climax. He gently held her against himself, letting her smooth body press against his abdomen and chest. He was afraid he’d hurt her, though she didn’t appear to be concerned at all. She continued grinding against him, panting and gasping and squealing. Eventually he came, and as he started spurting his load into the dragon, he could feel her silver skin stretching. Her weight shifted on him as again mass appeared out of nowhere. Her grip on him loosened as she grew large enough to make the fit comfortable. Immediately she slid down all the way and gasped, riding him more aggressively, her paws grabbing further and further around him as she grew. As the dragon swelled to the sound of stretching skin, her neck lengthened enough for her head to reach Casper’s, she kissed him hungrily, as though she were greedily devouring love. Her head rose higher, going past Casper’s head and higher still, her hands found their way around his back, pulling him against her tightly as she grew larger, longer, and thicker. The weight of the silver dragoness expanded more, and he lost his balance. The two of them fell sideways, away from the rock Casper had been leaning on. Mari kept growing, and her forepaws moved on to the back of Casper’s head while she arched her back, finally orgasming and screaming.

They lay there for a few precious minutes. Mari toyed with Casper’s hair, sniffed it, and regretted it. “You really need a bath, Casper.” She said. “I’d love a bath.” He responded. “How about after a quick nap?”

4 Clean Fun

A few hours later, Mari licked Casper’s face, waking him up. “Hey. You ready?” He righted himself groggily, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “It’s still night. Ready for what?” Mari rolled her eyes. “For the next session, of course. I’m not exactly ready yet to take on our pursuers. Obviously.” Casper nodded. “Right, of course.” He drank from his water skin and rolled over on his back. “Let’s do this.” He said. He was thankful recent experiences had given him this great stamina.

Instead of mounting him, Mari nuzzled into his side, pushing him up. “Bath first. We both smell like troll asses.” She said as she nudged him towards a nearby stream, his backpack in her mouth. The river was calm and clear, the purple sky and bright full moon reflected on the water’s surface.

Mari insisted they clean each other rather than themselves. The dragoness lay on her back in the water, with Casper sitting on her belly, his back towards her head while she washed his back and hair. “Are there dragons where you’re from, Casper?” She asked, pulling a twig out of his hair.

“The nobles keep a few as pets. Or slaves, depending how you look at it. They treat them better than the human slaves, at least.” Casper responded.

“And they kill commoners if they have magic? No offense Casper, but your country sounds like it’s something that fell out of a troll’s butt.” Mari said, rubbing shampoo into Casper’s hair with her paws.

“Yeah, it sort of is. The food is great though. And nice hospitality. So long as you don’t stray into the noble districts.” Casper responded with his eyes closed to avoid the shampoo.

“I think I’d like the food, but not much else. You should make some of that food when we get to the village, I’m curious.” Mari let the shampoo sit for a moment while she washed the rest of him, taking a long time to clean his groin very thoroughly. She swam backwards and sank into the river just enough to wash everything out of his hair before coming back up. She lay on her side seductively, hind leg outstretched. “My turn…”

Casper took the stolen sponge, which he knew to in fact be a dead sea creature, and started polishing the dragon’s hide. There was a little bit of dirt on her, but she had sat on his shoulder the whole day, and that little dirt was now spread out over a much larger dragon. He started with her head, one hand under it, the other moving the sponge across her sleek features and her red fins. From there he proceeded to do her neck and chest, and her forepaws. “So what do dragons do for fun?” He asked.

“I dunno.” Mari responded. “That’s like asking what do humans do for fun. I personally liked watching stage plays, reading, going to the beach and eating ice cream. And some other stuff.”

“That’s fair. I liked the beach too. Couldn’t get ice cream of course, since you need magic to make it when it’s not winter.” He moved further down to her belly and she cooed and rolled on her back to give him better access.

“You’re in for a treat then, because your country’s stupid laws don’t exist out here.” She answered. “If we can find a wizard who’s not a murderous psychopath anyway. We could probably pay one to cast a spell for us in the village or one of the cities further in.”

Casper sat on her belly, in the same position as before, cleaning her feet and toes one by one. “Probably going to be expensive. We have, what, twelve copper pieces?”

“Probably. And I didn’t count them.” She said. Mari closed her eyes, enjoying the rubbing for a little bit. She moaned when Casper carefully and slowly cleaned her nether region.

“Do dragons have magic?” Casper asked, polishing the dragon’s haunches.

“Some do. Most can assume a human or elven form. That’s all I can do, honestly. Well that and breathe fire. The fire is technically magic, it’s not like I’m spitting a burning liquid.” Mari relaxed when he moved on to clean her tail.

“You can assume human form?” Casper asked, a bit surprised. “Then why don’t you?”

Mari rolled her eyes. “Pfft. Why?” She rolled over for the last bit, and let him clean her back and dorsal fins. When Casper was done, the dragon’s skin was as shiny and reflective as a mirror. The two of them came out of the water and Casper put the bathing items back in his tattered backpack.

5 Another Go

The two of them laid down next to each other and embraced, Mari’s fore paws flanking Casper’s face, and Casper’s hands around Mari’s back. She bent her neck to kiss him, her breath hot and her tongue overwhelmingly large for his human mouth. She pushed sideways, rolling Casper on his back and placing her full weight on top of him. She was heavy, certainly heavier than Casper, but not so heavy he couldn’t handle her. Mari pulled herself forward and reached under her groin with one paw to guide him in. It was an easy fit. She grinned, placed her forepaws to the sides of Casper’s head, and pushed herself up while keeping her groin planted on Casper’s.

Mari started slowly rocking up and down, gently pushing Casper into the grass with her considerable weight. The man kept his hands on the dragon’s lower back and just underwent the ‘milking’ that was essentially going on. It wasn’t long before the first pre caused Mari to gasp and expand. Her entire body swelled outward, her proportions changed slightly, as she became stronger and thicker. Her belly bulged down and out, becoming slightly plump, while her thighs swelled even more with muscle and fat, becoming massive, thick, and slightly soft. Casper came in earnest, while Mari panted and moaned as her body grew. Her fore paws slipped and she did her best to roll on her side to made sure she landed mostly to the side of Casper. Only her groin and left thigh still pressed down on him, her right hind paw pressed against his face awkwardly. Still growing, her now enormous and thick thigh pushed Casper down while he tried in vain to lift it with his one free arm. He tried to obtain some kind of foothold or leverage with his right foot, but the dragon’s smooth hide was far too slippery. From his perspective, the world was comprised entirely of squeaking and creaking dragon hide, a thick belly and thigh, ad a large and growing dragon paw pressed against his face. He was still pumping his seed into the growing dragon, doing his best to push back against the growing mass that was pushing him against the ground.

“Are you okay?” Mari asked as she rolled over a bit more, lifting her left leg off the ground, moving some of her considerable weight off of her partner. “Oof. Yeah, I’m ok.” The dragon expanded again, her belly, thighs, calves, tail, all parts of her body becoming thicker and thicker, but with Casper beside her instead of under her, she could enjoy it without being worried. Still panting and moaning she placed one paw behind Casper’s head and the other behind his back and pressed him against her chest as she climaxed again.

When they were done, she kept hold of him and rolled on her back, letting him rest on her large soft belly. She moved one of her large paws through his hair and bid him goodnight as they both fell asleep.

6 Disaster

Both Mari and Casper woke to the sound of angry cheering and metal pieces clanging together. “Shit, did they continue throughout the night?” Casper asked. It was still night, they couldn’t have slept long. Casper got dressed and they hurried off again. Seeing Casper was quite tired, Mari lowered herself to let him onto her back. “Get on, sleepy head. Before you sleepwalk into a tree.” Despite her considerable bulk, Mari was faster than a human and they were confident they were putting distance between themselves and their pursuers.

Unfortunately, that is not what happened. Still screaming and hollering, the mob of crazed soldiers in fact gained on them, running through the jungle at inhuman speeds. “What kind of training do they give these guys? I’ve never seen humans run so fast.” Mari said.

“That’s not training. That’s magical drugs they’re on.” Casper responded. “It’s strong stuff, but there’s one hell of a crash afterwards.”

Suddenly, Mari stopped. “What’s wrong, why did you stop?” Casper asked. “Death blossoms. A whole field of them. I can’t go through there, we’ll need to go around them. The dragon turned right and ran in a direction perpendicular to the previous one. Casper looked back nervously, the mob of armored madmen was drawing closer.

Casper couldn’t see the death blossoms Mari had mentioned, but he could tell roughly what area Mari was avoiding. He snapped his fingers. “Mari! Go around it and put the field between us and them!”

She did so without asking why; it was pretty obvious what he was planning. Any sane person would have noticed their quarry was avoiding a patch of terrain, but these were currently not sane people. When the first crazed soldiers barged into the area, the death blossoms attacked.

A single star-shaped flower sprung up and hovered ten feet off the ground. The soldiers paid it no mind. The flower started spinning, and countless small venomous darts started shooting off in all directions. Several soldiers fell down, the rest continued their charge. More flowers popped up and started unleashing their venomous payload, and soon the field was silent again. A hundred armored men lay dead in a field of flowers. Tendrils emerged from dozens of locations in the ground and started pulling the soldiers towards well-masked holes in the ground. A minute later, it was as though nothing had happened and no one had ever been there.

Mari stopped running and sat down on her haunches, she and Casper watched the carnage from afar. “Wow. I guess that’s it for your friends.” The dragoness said.

“Nah, that was just one hunting party. There are others in the jungle, and if they get eaten too, the empire will just send more.” Casper responded.”

7 Again

The two of them decided to put a little bit of distance between themselves and the field of death blossoms before going back to sleep. They woke the next morning to the sound of jungle animals and Casper’s rumbling stomach. “Ugh, I should really hunt or forage for something, I’m starving.” He said, looking for his clothes.

“I could probably hunt something for you. And I can roast it too.” Mari was on her side, looking at him longingly, holding his pants in one of her paws. “But, I’m hungry for something too.”

Casper rolled his eyes. “I can’t fuck on an empty stomach, Mari. That protein has to come from somewhere. Please give me my pants back.”

Reluctantly, Mari surrendered the pants and got up to help Casper hunt. Casper proved to be the better hunter, though Mari’s fire breath made starting and maintaining a fire trivial. The two of them ate roasted swine that morning, with Mari simply swallowing everything that was left afterwards and insisting on licking Casper’s face clean.

The dragon sat down heavily behind Casper and placed a big fore paw on his crotch, her neck bent so her muzzle brushed against his hair. “So… How about that protein you promised?”

Mari rolled on her back, holding out a fore paw for Casper. He stroked one of her side frills with his hand and pecked her on the muzzle. “Sure, why not.” He took her paw, letting himself be lifted onto her fat belly. She kept her fore paws on Casper’s back as he crawled backwards until he was out of reach. Once he was near the back he slid off her smooth round belly and landed on her crotch, between Mari’s monstrous thighs. Casper adjusted himself, letting his spread legs rest behind him, and guided himself into her slit. She was so much larger than last time they had sex, that his penis alone wasn’t going to get the ‘job’ done. But then again, this was all about his magical semen anyway. Casper wasn’t worried she wouldn’t enjoy it. Mari moved her large hind paws closer to him and Casper held on to them. He pushed.

From Mari’s perspective, she could sense him crawling over her belly and settling down at the base of her tail. Feeling something smaller crawl all over herself felt oddly satisfying to her, she wondered if this was what it was like when she crawled over Casper’s belly. She felt him insert his member into her, but it didn’t really touch anything she wanted touched. She knew her increasing size was going to make this mechanically harder, and she felt a moment of guilt that she couldn’t really pleasure him like this - not if the point was to pump her full of magic semen and make her grow. She simply laid back and let it all happen. She lowered her hind paws so he had something to hold on to, or at least rub her paws against his face, if only to prove she was willing to be more than a passive recipient. She felt him moving back and forth against the base of her tail. It felt oddly intoxicating, that she was barely being moved at all. Casper was making an intentation in Mari’s thick flesh back there but she was by no means rocking or even jiggling. It made her feel powerful, and in turn that aroused her. She hadn’t really realized this about herself, even though she fantasized about being larger before.

Casper kept pushing, holding on to the hind paws beside his head, and was immediately met with a rumbling from below. Mari swelled under him, like rising dough. From his perspective, he could see her belly and thighs swell out faster than up, the dragon growing larger but also thicker. Her enormous belly groaned and creaked as it swelled, like an enormous water balloon. The claws by his head were now rising in the air above him, the thighs and calves becoming so thick it was no longer possible for her to lower her paws to his level, even if the sheer size of her had allowed it anymore.

Mari felt a surge of growth, greater than the previous one. Her body strained as its growth stretched her skin so tight she briefly felt she might burst. Her belly bloated enormously, her legs became monstrously thick, even more so than before. Her tail grew huge as well, she knew she wasn’t going to be a fast runner after this. Her neck thickened with muscle and fat, and on her head she could feel a second set of horns appear under the first. If she were part of a dragon community, they would have earned her some status, or so she thought. The growth continued unabated, Mari moaned as she built to climax yet again, drunk on power and pleasure. When she finally roared, it was loud enough to send birds flying, and the jungle near her felt oddly quiet for a few minutes.

“Hey, Casper. Are you okay? I hope I didn’t hurt your ears with that.” She said. Her voice was still the same, albeit with an underlying rumble she hoped wouldn’t be off-putting to Casper. She could sense something sliding down the side of her tail, where it met her haunch, so she kept perfectly still so as not to accidentally hurt him. Casper emerged from around her haunch and belly, as they sagged slightly against the ground. “No, I’m ok, I think. I heard you inhale before you came so I covered my ears.”

Now that she could see where Casper was, Mari rolled around to right herself, destroying the ground where she lay in the process. “Hey, so er, maybe I should give you a servicing instead next? You know, I don’t think you enjoyed that so much. I dunno, I could give you a tonguejob or something?” Mari felt some guilt that she hadn’t given anywhere near as good as she had received, but she couldn’t really think of much beside licking him. Unless he had a paw fetish maybe, she thought.

“Nah, that’s alright. I’m sort of spent. Maybe later.” He said nonchalantly.

“Okay. Er, well. You know, just so you know I’m not all take and no give, and all that.” She kissed him delicately, enveloping half his face with her lips. “We should get moving. Nicomedes will probably return sometime during the day and we want to be as far away as possible when he starts searching for us.”

Casper looked at Mari’s body and raised an eyebrow. “Girl, you’re the size of a house, don’t you think we can stop running yet?“

Mari blushed. “No, I don’t think so. Nicomedes is as powerful as he is smelly. And he is very smelly. Come on.” She lowered her head and tilted it to the side so he could get on.

Casper shrugged and climbed on to the giant dragon head, using the horns as hand and foot holds.

8 Discovered

A few hours later, Mari had made good progress towards reaching the village. Her sheer bulk had cut a swath of destruction through the jungle however, and they were worried they were going to be discovered because of it. It was around noon when hands started appearing out of the ground around Mari’s paws.

“Eep!” She yelped as she instinctively jumped back. Casper held on for dear life.

In the jungle around them, both could see undead monstrosities pull themselves out of the dirt. There were so many, it was simply ridiculous to think the entire jungle was full of them. Mari backed away several more steps, but more undead simply emerged where she was standing, the previously emerged undead shuffling in her direction. She breathed fire on the ones in front of them, turning them and a big chunk of jungle to ashes.

“Cooo…me… baaa…aaa…ck…” The zombies moaned in unison.

“Hell no!” Mari shouted. The force of her voice knocked the nearest zombies over, but the bulk of them kept coming.

“Doo…on’t maaake mee..ee coommme..e… aaaand geee…eet yoo…ou.” The zombies continued. There was an annoyance in the intonation, partially lost in the moaning.

Mari breathed fire again, obliterating enough of them to create a path, and ran through it, kicking up huge clouds of ash, dirt, and plant matter as her obese body plowed heavily through the jungle. After a few minutes she looked behind her, saw no zombies in pursuit, and slowed down to a walk. “We should fuck again.” She said. “Before he arrives.”

Casper, still holding on to the frill behind him instinctively rubbed his groin. It was still a little sore. “Er, I guess? I mean, I’ll do my best...”

Mari stopped and lowered her head so Casper could dismount. She rolled onto her back, again holding out a very thick fore paw for Casper to hold on to, or climb on if he preferred. He held on to one massive digit and was hoisted into the air and lowered onto the enormous dome of the dragon’s belly. His feet made indentations in the reflective hide, but not much, as the dragon’s hide had gotten quite thick and tough. He could see a distorted reflection of himself staring back at him, a surreal comparison to the tiny creature he had let out of her cage just a day earlier.

He had been deposited near the front area of the belly so he first had to climb up the belly. From atop it, he could truly appreciate Mari’s size. She was looking at him, draconic snout hard to read, but her blush gave away some embarrassment. Her fore paws were held up to her chest, almost like a puppy would. Casper slid down the belly, landed on the groin and walked further back towards the slit that was waiting for him. He sat down behind it, facing the belly, like he had done before. By rights he would need his arms to pleasure her properly, but the goal was to make her bigger. He simply laid down on her slit, and masturbated himself with one hand, holding the other hand out against Mari’s smooth skin for at least some minimum of stability. After some stimulating, he produced a tiny bit of pre, but that was enough to start the process.

It happened largely the same as last time, but it seemed slower, or perhaps more measured. Things worked differently at giant sizes. Everywhere around him, the silver dragon skin creaked and groaned as it struggled to contain the burgeoning mass of dragon flesh underneath. The great belly, tail, thighs, calves, everything expanded outward. Over the squeaking and creaking of the dragon’s skin, Casper could hear a rumbling moan coming from the other side of the belly. The moan was constant at first, but became a series of yelps and gasps when it seemed as though the growth encountered resistance, increasing in intensity after overcoming it, resulting in the growth becoming a series of powerful spurts of increasing intensity. Casper was thrown to the side as the enormous dragon squirmed under him. He grasped at the smooth, taut skin in vain, and slid down the side of the enormous thick tail. Mari was squirming in pleasure, crushing nearby trees and slowly rolling over on her side. Casper crawled backwards, trying desperately to avoid the enormous silver shape swelling and rolling towards him. Mari was completely lost in her own experience, tongue lolling out of her mouth, panting and growling as her enormous head pushed aside brushes and trees as her body’s growth pushed it further across the ground. Her sounds were so loud, Casper doubted she would even hear him if he called out to her. He crawled to his feet and walked away a few dozen feet, and waited for Mari’s growth to stop. He still hadn’t figured out how much growth each load caused, but it didn’t seem to be very consistent. Soon the dragon stopped growing. From Casper’s perspective, her exact dimensions and proportions were impossible to accurately gauge, but she must have been the size of a mansion or larger and she was enormously fat. Her belly was to thick and round, it would certainly droop down to the ground or thereabouts.

Mari opened her eyes and looked around. “Casper? Where are you? Are you okay?” There was panic in her voice, and she started rolling over to right herself, but thought better of it.

“I’m here.” Casper said, walking around the vast bloated belly. “You threw me off early.”
“Oh! I’m so sorry. Are you hurt?” Mari raised one enormous and thick paw, but realized she couldn’t do much with it that wouldn’t hurt him. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.” Tears were welling in her eyes.

“No, I think I’m ok, just a little rattled is all.” He put a hand on the side of mari’s enormous face. “So, do you still want this?” He held his still-erect penis with his other hand.

“I mean, if you’re ok with it…” Mari answered weakly.

The giant dragon slowly rolled over on her back again, her head staying close to and fixed on Casper. Getting back on top of her proved harder this time. She wasn’t flexible enough to lift him up with a paw so she ended up letting him climb onto her head, and then curling her neck forward enough for him to drop off her nose and on to her chest. Casper walked across her enormous bloated body as though it were scenery, looking back at her face before going over the top of her belly and back down to the base of her tail. He once again laid down on the giant slit, careful not to slip in entirely, and started masturbating himself until he came.

9 Too Late

Nicomedes rode his undead steed through the jungle at a tremendous speed. The foul creature left a trail of rot and death in its wake; vegetation died anywhere the rotting horse corpse trod. He was very annoyed that one of his valuable specimen had escaped, possibly with help, and he was very annoyed that he now had to come after it. There would have to be some kind of punishment. A torture of some kind. Something to hurt it but not harm it and reduce its value. He had passed the location where his undead messengers were destroyed, apparently burned by something. He figured it was probably a rival wizard who had taken his pet.

His dark, sweet thoughts of vengeance and sadism were interrupted by the sight of a silver dome rising above the canopy up ahead. “Motherf…” He uttered as he pulled the reigns and forced the horse-corpse to stop suddenly. A low bestial moan rumbled through the jungle, shaking plants and every bone in his unwashed body.`

He turned around and rode his horse back the way he came, even more annoyed than before.

Mari roared as her body expanded like never before. She could feel her mass increasing, not merely because her skin was stretching as it was forced to grow, but she could feel the enormity of her weight increasing. It was intoxicating, she felt like she was becoming a mountain. Trees were being flattened by her expanding bulk, she was obliterating an expanding section of jungle through her sheer presence. Even moving was an odd experience. It felt like even small movements were major endeavors, not because she lacked the strength, but because there would be consequences for whatever was in the way. At this new, enormous size, materials took on different characteristics. Brushing against a hill caused a landslide, the sand acted almost like a liquid, rocks were brittle, and tree trunks were like dry noodles. She slightly adjusted her hips and pushed over a massive tree.

She looked in the direction of her groin, seeing only the enormous shape of her own belly. Casper was somewhere behind it. She could sense something was still touching her skin near her genitals, but she couldn’t sense what he was doing. She was determined not to make any sudden movements, the wrong movement on her part might throw Casper off.

She felt another orgasm building, slowly but inexorably, the sensations of all her body parts stretching and growing, becoming larger and heavier in spurts. Mari hadn’t said anything since she put Casper on her body, but her involuntary moaning and gasping gave her an idea of what she sounded like. She liked it, she felt powerful and huge as everything that came out of her mouth was accompanied with a low bestial rumble and a tremor that shook nearby objects even if she whispered. But, she worried Casper would hate it.

Mari could hear the creaking and groaning of her own head growing, the widening distance between her eyes was disorienting. She had felt a third set of horns grow in, she wondered if that made her dragon royalty.

Mari pawed at the air involuntarily as another growth spurt hit. She glanced at her paw. It was massive, not merely in size, but proportionally it had become monstrously thick and heavy. She liked it, it was just another way to become larger and more powerful. Back when she was stuck in a cage and dreamt of being larger, Mari hadn’t really considered her body changing proportions. As everything grew thicker, her legs were pushed further apart. While her flesh was incredibly sturdy given her size, there was still some sagging, especially on the sides of her enormous bloated belly.

She gasped when she saw Casper walking around her. She immediately stopped moving, though her growth continued, and the wall of silver flesh that was her side crept closer to the tiny human. He came walking along her side, through the ruined wasteland that used to be jungle. When he was clear, Mari rolled over on her side, causing an earthquake and destroying the jungle some more, one of her hind legs hanging over a cliff. She lowered her head. The dragon tried her best to make her voice soft, but nonetheless a deep bass rumble accompanied all the words, even though her original voice was still in there somewhere.

“Hey. You okay? Er…” As she spoke another growth spurt expanded her body and pushed her head closer to Casper.

“Oh, I’m alright. I mean, I’m kinda done, I suppose.” He shrugged.

Mari felt a pang of guilt. “Oh. Uhm, sit down. I know what to do.”

When Casper sat down on a hill, Mari opened her cavernous mouth wide and approached the human with a tongue many times bigger than he was. She proceeded to rub it against him as carefully as she could, licking him from groin to head. The dragon’s hot wet breath rolled over Casper like a mist, leaving him wet even in places the enormous tongue didn’t touch him.

For Mari, pressure continued building as the growth spurts became more intense and abrupt, as though whatever magic that was fueling her expansion was making its final push. The sounds of skin stretching and bone creaking echoed through her skull. The sensation of her body expanding in all directions, the stretching skin touching and rubbing was too much for her mind to process, there was just too much of it.

She focused on licking Casper.

The man was being pressed into the grassy hill by the immense tongue, and it enveloped him. He held it with his arms, pulling it against himself as though making love to it. Everything felt warm and moist, and all he could hear was the rumble of Mari’s moans and the creaking of her body as it grew.

She couldn’t hold back her building orgasm any longer, but she made sure to exhale before climaxing, so that instead of a deafening roar she merely let out of a pleasured rumble. Casper came again, at the same time.

Casper moaned as his ropes of seed flew across her tongue in his most satisfying release in days. It then suddenly dawned on him what the dragoness seemingly forgot about. It wasn't until her tongue rolled back and she swallowed that it dawned on her as well; that the curse worked this way too, just like the first time. Her eyes locked with Casper’s before she suddenly felt it all welling up inside her again. Her thighs squirmed together in anticipation, she could already feel it, this was going to be the biggest one yet.

Originally she was going to be a phoenix, but I liked the color composition of the picture so much I decided she would be a harpy instead.

I've included two versions of the bird picture, since people can't seem to agree which one is better/worse.

Also included is an edit of the silver dragoness picture 3. Still not on the level of the other pictures, but an improvement over the previous version anyway.

And that's the last one for this sequence. I will probably need to go back and edit one or two of them, there are some inconsistencies and I think I improved on the reflections in the later pictures.

Drawn off a sketch I made over a decade ago but never finished. Figured it'd be cute.

So far, I'd say this art style benefits more from the tablet, since it requires long smooth lines, and drawing on the graphical tablet is more accurate.

My first ever picture on my new tablet. I'm noticing it's not quite consistent with the previous pictures, so I may make some edits in the future.

edit: I tweaked it a little bit, I think it's more or less consistent now.

So this was an interesting picture to work on. I wanted to draw something different, and practice my lineart style, etc.

The end result is OK I think, but if I were to do it again, I'd do it differently.

However, now that I look at it, the idea of a bath house where bird people go really appeals to me.

Also included is an edit of one of the silver dragoness pics (added pants, which she will be holding hostage in the story, until the guy agrees to more sex.) Also a very minor edit of the spider girl pic from a while back. Probably no one will even notice the difference but I think it's a slight improvement.

I struggled with coming up with the next pose, so I figured I'd go back and do an in-between. A belly hug seemed like something people would like.

Really happy with how this one turned out!

I feel like the reflections are getting better, though I do need to manage how much time I spend on each picture.

A romantic interlude between the sex.

Maybe I'll edit this picture later, add some more clothes and stuff.

This one was a ton of fun to draw!

Also included is a slightly edited version of picture 03, made the highlights a little lighter.

Continuing to practice this style, now including some human bits and textures

Working on this art style some more. Going back to adding some coloring and cell shading to it.

Not really the style I originally had in mind, but it's an improvement at least.

Also, giant rat, because I don't draw a lot of giant rats.

Taking a brief break from the dragoness sequence to work on refining my lineart style. I'm liking it a bit better now, but the line weights need a bit more work.

Getting to the more interesting sizes...

Since it doesn't seem that people are super into the random pictures, I'm going to do another dragon sex/growth sequence. Aiming for 10 pics and a story.

I haven't decided on a name yet. This is technically a redesign of Silvy, but I don't want to change her canon, so this is going to be a seperate story.

I will most likely make edits at a later time, but for now I'm calling this one done.

Third place in the poll, gryphon. Some things I like about this pic, some things I don't. I'm going to need to experiment with this style a bit more, I feel like I need to mix it up to get more out of it.

Second place, horse. I think a unicorn is horse-adjacent enough to count.

I like how this one turned out, but I couldn't think of anything else to put in the picture. Maybe once I can think of something I'll put that in...

Leading in the poll, snake. Still experimenting with this style, working on improving my shadows.

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I'll be drawing a few random single pictures now, here's a poll to see what people would like to see most.

You can select any of the ones you like to see.

(I may do some tauric versions now and then if I feel like it.)

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Here is the first draft of the story I have been writing, to go with the red dragon illustrations.

The pictures are not explicit, but the story is.

I would like feedback on the story, if possible, so I can hopefully improve it a little.

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The Monstrous Shall Inherit the Earth
Part 2.

0.Prologue

A dozen dirty, sweaty, tired men progress single-file through a dark and dusty cavern. Their flashlights project cones of light in the dark. Behind them a large machine sits idle, its enormous steel form covered in rock dust. The front of the machine is a rotary drill with worn teeth. A group of powerful lights on a retractable arm shine into the cavern from behind the men. The men all wear fully enclosed suits with displays projected onto their helmet visors. In their hands they hold drills, steel briefcases, and small scanners. The lead man stops moving and gestures excitedly towards those behind him. The others hustle forward, their excitement obvious despite their masked features. The lead man wipes dirt away from a flat section of wall, revealing it to be transparent, and the other side to be filled with a liquid. A red, roughly human-size creature floats in the liquid, unconscious. One of the men waves his device in front of the wall where the creature is, and images appear on his visor. He gasps, as the men around him raise their drills to the transparent wall, several feet to the side from where the creature is.

1.Perfect Connection

My name is Jay Wilkins. I used to work for the Docan city authorities as a police psychic, with a specialization in mind manipulation and paralyzing effects. There was the occasional enforcer raid I was required to participate in, but for the most part I helped constables apprehend suspects alive. In fact, I almost never actually had to use my abilities. Me being there generally put people’s minds at ease, unless of course they actually did intend to kill someone, in which case I turned them into a drooling ragdoll for a couple hours.

Life was generally good. Of course, if everything stayed that way, I wouldn’t be telling this story.

When it started, I had gotten fired just two days ago. Budget cuts happened. It caught everyone by surprise, even the chief. I was going to be ok for a couple months at least, getting my severance pay, but it was still not a good time for me. I didn’t have a lot of savings and my house was on the line. From one moment to the next I went from being pretty secure to seeing the spiked walls closing in. Docan was pretty remote, except for the smaller cities surrounding it. Hundreds of kilometers of mountains separated us from the neighboring countries. We didn’t do a lot of long-distance trading, and aside from GlobalNet there wasn’t that much communication with the rest of the world. The economy ran at a pretty glacial pace so finding a new job locally was pretty damned hard. I even reluctantly considered joining the military, since that was just about the only other thing I was qualified for.

I had just sat down in the park to have lunch, after a job interview that went nowhere. Except for the park, Docan was a grey city, with ancient buildings built in and around the mountain slopes and somewhat more modern ones on top. Spending a little time in the park each day helped me stay sane. It was a nice day, except for the clouds in my head.

“Hello there.”

A female voice sounded from the other end of the stone block I was sitting on. I turned to look, and probably stared for half a minute. What was sitting there with me was an honest-to-god dragon. Horns, wings, tail, and all. She was red, and about the size of a person.

She giggled, and batted her eyes at me.

“Like what you see?”

I blinked and straightened my back. The honest answer would have been ‘yes’, but instead I asked her: “I er, who are you?” Once I had regained the use of my brain, I could sense that she was an actual living being, and not merely a psychic manifestation that psychics sometimes create. Though not surprisingly, she radiated psychic energy.

“My name is Amishiralrynth.” She said. “But call me Amy.” She scooted a little closer. “And who are you?” She added.

Her voice was sweet, soft, and her articulation was a bit odd, like she wasn’t used to speaking. I couldn’t help but notice that she eyed my sandwich with great intent. It was a nice sandwich, I wasn’t going to give it away for no reason, but I was open to negotiations. I told her my name, and asked her where she came from.

She responded with what looked like a smile. “I’m from right here. Though, perhaps the question you want to be asking is, from *when* am I.” After a brief pause she continued. “Well I don’t know either. This is all… very new to me.” She gestured around her with a wing.

A few people cast half a glance at us as they passed by. I had my belt with psychic charms on me at the time, so people probably figured the dragon was just a manifestation.

A lone passerby however threw an empty candy wrapper in my direction and sneered: “Put that ugly thing back in the Hades Gate, you fucktard.” The overweight man trundled on, casting another foul glance at me before exiting the park.

The dragoness watched the man go, unimpressed. “If he looked less disgusting I might eat him… But what was he talking about? A Hades Gate?”

I explained to her that the Hades Gate was a psychic artifact, locked up in the ruins under the city. “Thirty years ago a group of explorers found an artifact in the ruins and accidentally activated it, causing it to eject a couple of hungry monsters that then tried to eat them. After that the artifact was named ‘Hades Gate’ and the city had psychic wards placed on it, both to protect, and hide it.”

She rolled her eyes. “And people think I’m from there? Even though I haven’t bitten anyone?”

I shrugged. “Nah. He’s just an asshole.”

We continued to chat for a little bit. Amy wanted to know so much, and I was quite curious too. Fossils had been found before of creatures that didn’t fit anywhere in the tree of evolution, but dragons weren’t among them. She described her world as magical and primitive, like something out of a movie, but not as charming. In terms of asshole countries and all the bullshit they caused, her world wasn’t all that different from mine. We agreed to meet at my place in the evening for dinner. Mostly she insisted and I agreed. Also I gave her half my sandwich, she loved it.

Later that day, early in the afternoon, I heard her landing in the back yard when I was making dinner. In retrospect, an entirely sensible move, though it caught me a bit off guard at the time. I opened the back door and let her into the kitchen. She brushed up against me as she entered, giving me the fluttering eyelashes, as subtle as a steamroller. I chuckled and closed the door behind her.

“Oh! What’s all this?” She asked, looking around the kitchen. Amy had not seen appliances before, and wanted to know what they all did. When I showed her the living room, the television blew her away, though she found the programming ridiculous and lame. “Everyone has a magic wall in their house that can show anything they want but they fill it with this garbage? What a waste.” I couldn’t say I really disagreed with her. Centis Joke was a tiny country without domestic studios that could produce anything worth a damn. And the less said about the crap coming out of shitholes like Zubronia, the better.

I served her the pasta in a bowl, not sure if she’d want to bother with utensils. Her paws were dexterous enough to use the remote but when it came to eating she just put her muzzle into the bowl and guzzled the noodles. She liked it though. I had made enough for a couple days as I usually do – stuff is cheaper when you buy a larger package and it saves me from making the same meal several days in a row – but she just kept asking for more. It wasn’t a big deal, but I was concerned she’d get sick.

“I’ve never had this before, but it’s great!” Her muzzle was completely covered in sauce and cheese, she didn’t seem to care at all. She leaned into me with a big grin, and I had no choice but to wipe her muzzle clean with a hankie. She quickly licked my hand and asked: “So, what’s for dessert?”

A few minutes later she had eaten all the ice cream and whipped cream I had, and was on her back with her head on my lap, eating the cookies I was feeding her. She was making ‘cute’ noises every time I fed her something, and kept trying to squirm a little more on top of me. We chatted for a little bit, about this world and hers. She is very intelligent. It didn’t take her long to figure out where she was and how this world worked. It also didn’t take her long to work herself all the way on top of me, with the tip of her muzzle close to my face. Her breath was hot and smelled of pasta, her heartbeat was fast and intense, and her yellow eyes were full of purpose and lust. In the moment, I had no idea why she was coming on to me so hard, but I can’t say I had a problem with it. I stroked her under the chin, which caused the frills on the side of her head to flutter. I thought it was cute, that she was cute, at the time.

Her lips were warm, her hide felt soft and firm, perhaps like perfectly smooth and flexible leather. I can’t remember what she whispered to me, but her tongue was warm, wet, and soft. When she planted her nether region down on me and felt my erection, her grin became ridiculously large. She unzipped and unbuttoned my pants easily, even though I’m pretty sure zippers weren’t around in her time. I decided I didn’t want clothes at all. As I undressed, her eyes remained locked on mine the whole time, like she was afraid to lose my attention, though she pressed herself against me. Her skin was warm and supple, her paws gentle and confident as they played with me. Once I was naked, and back on the sofa, she climbed on top of me and unceremoniously planted her nether region on mine, forepaws on my shoulders. Her breathing was still fast, one of her spread wings knocked something off a shelf. We kissed again, deeper this time. I moved my hands over her back, feeling her shoulders, the base of her wings, the frills on the back of her neck. The experience was surreal, but she was real, so warm, solid, and smooth. Her wings moved in response to me penetrating her, I could feel the large wing muscles move. Her soft moans intensified as I pushed, and I could feel her forepaws pressing against my back, careful not to press her claws into my skin. Her hind paws were by my sides, her toes twitching slightly with each rhythmic movement of her body, their soft undersides brushing against my skin.

I could feel her slick skin sliding against my legs as her tail flopped back and forth. All of her body felt this way, with strong muscles moving underneath. Her head was above me, alternating between kissing the top of my head, nuzzling me, or resting her chin on my head as she panted. I felt something else connect, something in the realm of psychic energy. It was something I had never experienced before, but it was pleasant, like pieces you didn’t know you had fitting together perfectly with the pieces of someone else. I kissed her neck, and licked it slightly as she continued moving on me rhythmically. She moaned something and grabbed the back of my head with one forepaw as she pushed down harder. Her wings made it a bit awkward to get a solid grip around her back, leaving my hands no choice but to move around her body and legs. I finally settled one hand on the back of the base of her neck and the other on the back of her hips, right in front of where her second row of back frills started. Her moans were soft and cute, accompanied with soft, high-pitched but primal grunts. As Amy’s grinding became faster and harder, her panting and moaning accelerated as well, and became more intense. Her breathing became ragged, but to her credit, she never so much as made a scratch on me with her claws. We climaxed together, rocking the sofa and making primal noises.

We lay there for a few minutes, caressing each other quietly. Eventually she slid backwards, bringing her head level with mine, her forepaws resting gently on my chest. We kissed, not as deeply as before, but more gently, with more purpose.

“Why me?” I asked after what was probably half an hour of cuddling.

“I could sense your magic aura. I could tell you were going to be attracted to me, and you are cute.” She responded, softly. It wasn’t what I was expecting.

“Magic? You mean psychic abilities?” I asked.

“If that’s what they call it now, sure.” She chuckled. “You can change your clothes, put on a different smell, pretend to be someone else, but your aura never lies.” She toyed with my hair, moving a paw back and forth and around over my head.

It made sense. It was the only way she could have approached me so confidently, or so I figured. “So if you can see all that, can you tell what else I like?”

Amy chuckled. “I can’t read minds, if that what you’re wondering. All this lets me know is whether or not you would be attracted to me.” She reached over and popped the few remaining cookies into her mouth. “And no, it’s not common among dragons. No more than your abilities are common among humans. I just got lucky, I suppose.”

It seemed a bit rude to ask, but I couldn’t resist. “So… you’re only about my size. Aren’t dragons supposed to be bigger?”

She sighed, a bit sadly. “Yes, we are. I guess I wasn’t lucky in every way. If I just say ‘a wizard did it’, would that be explanation enough?” She paused for a moment. “What I mean is, I don’t know enough about magic to say how she did it. I guess the simple answer is I was placed under a curse early in life and never grew past this size.”

I could sense the longing in her voice, as well as in her psychic aura. It unsettled me, but it also excited me. “I can probably take a look at it if you want. No promises that I can fix it, of course, but I can try.“

I could sense her excitement, a flash as bright as the sun. “Oh? I would really like that.” She responded calmly.

I untangled myself from her to grab my charms. Still naked, I picked up the belt and made sure the right ones were equipped. It had a couple for offensive purposes, I wouldn’t be needing them here; I replaced them with ones used for investigations and protection. Returning to the living room, I moved one of the chairs in front of the sofa and sat down. “Okay, I need you to not move for a bit.” It felt comfortable doing this, though this was the first time I had performed a psychic examination in my own living room.

She was right, there was indeed a curse of some kind on her. It was powerful and old, so old. Her time must have been thousands of years in the past. I had not seen a psychic curse like this before, and its workings were a mystery to me. However, time had made it a little less secure than it would otherwise have been. I figured I might be able to push it out with a burst of energy. After all, I had done this before a couple times. A few years prior, when I was new to the force, a crime syndicate started selling psychoaddictive drugs and several kids ended up psychically cursed to want more of a very toxic drug. I fixed them with no problem and earned myself a commendation.

It turned out, this was nothing like that.

I did what I had done before. I simply pushed against the curse to make it leave. It didn’t budge. Whoever did this was more skilled than that crime syndicate. I probed the curse some more, it was complex, powerful, but not perfect. “So… you were correct. Whoever did this meant to prevent you from growing. I don’t know if I can remove it, it’s tied up to your essence pretty tightly.”

I was probing Amy’s essence, and I could sense the sadness and disappointment in her. I didn’t want her to be unhappy so I probed again. “Maybe I can alter the curse, temporarily reverse its effects so you can grow to whatever size dragons are supposed to be.”

“Yes, please, if you could.” She said, excitement both in her voice and her essence.

I focused on bending the curse instead of removing it, and to my surprise, it worked. Whoever did this wasn’t expecting this. I essentially reversed the parameters and pulled my mind out.

Immediately I was met with a wave of pleasure coming off of the red dragoness. It vanished as quickly as it came, but left a warm pleasant glow in its wake. Amy was caressing her abdomen, pleasantly surprised. She looked up to me and held out a paw, inviting me to cuddle up with her again. “Thank you…” She whispered as she kissed me tenderly.

2.The First Step

We woke around the same time the next morning. I showed her the shower and we cleaned each other. I made us breakfast, which was completely inadequate for her, of course.

“If you need more, I can run to the store. You can technically come with me, people will just assume you’re a manifestation and not pay you too much mind.” It was not entirely unheard of for psychics to keep manifestations around, but it was still unusual to bring them into a store.

Amy huffed. “No thanks. I don’t want people to think I’m your pet.”

I finished my sandwich and pondered. “We could go somewhere else. What do you want to eat? I imagine you’ll want meat?”

She nodded. “I like meat, but honestly, we dragons can eat pretty much anything that’s remotely edible. I’m not picky.” She smiled. “But, I really did enjoy your cooking.”

I considered. “Well, I can order sausages. How much do you think you’ll need?”

Amy wingshrugged. “I don’t know. I’m feeling a bit weird today. Not hungry, but like I could eat anything.”

I nodded and placed an order for a hundred pounds of sausage and various items I was going to buy at the store. I figured this would keep her satisfied for a while, what was left could go into the freezer. We played a video game for an hour and a half while we waited. The delivery bot eventually showed up and with strained motors rolled through the living room into the kitchen to deposit my order. I swiped my card over the sensor on the bot’s top to confirm the delivery was received, and then it promptly left again. Amy did not trust the drone at all. She insisted that ‘golems’ have a habit of breaking free from their masters’ control and becoming a major problem. But after saying that, she quickly turned her attention to the huge stack of sausage packages I ordered. I opened one of the packages, offering to heat the sausages for her, but she didn’t need that, she just scarfed them all down in seconds. Immediately after the last bulge slid down her throat, she asked for another. I shrugged and obliged, opening another pack and getting rid of the plastic. She wolfed it down just as fast. She grinned and put a forepaw on the next pack.

I was getting a bit concerned. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You just ate ten pounds of sausage, that’s pretty wild as it is, but if you keep going you’re going to get sick.”

Amy simply grinned. “I feel fine. Better than fine even, I feel great. Though, I would really like another one…” She made a soft whimpering sound and fluttered her eyes at me.

“Okay, okay…” I chuckled and opened the next package, the contents of which she again devoured in an instant. I couldn’t help but notice there was no bulge in her stomach. She was only the size of a human – smaller, technically, since part of her size was wings, tail, neck, and so forth, surely her stomach couldn’t hold fifteen pounds of meat. I stroked the underside of her belly to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.

She cooed and lowered her eyelids. “Getting frisky already?” She chuckled and pawed at the next package.

“Where did all of it go?” I asked, perplexed.

She smiled. “I don’t know. Is it a problem?”

I opened the next package of meat and set it down in front of her, while kneeling down to closely examine her belly as she ate. I could see the food moving down her throat, but whatever bulges were made in her belly vanished as quickly as they arrived. I could hear a faint gurgling and stretching sound when she ate, but I thought that was just the sound of her eating, at the time. In her essence, I could sense that she was enjoying this. It wasn’t a hunger she was feeding. Not a conventional hunger anyway. We kept going until all the meat was gone. It was only by the end of it, when I put the last plastic package in the bin, that I was sure – she had grown larger. When she first came in, she was probably a hundred and sixty pounds or so. After eating that meal, she definitely weighed a lot more. I asked her to sit on a scale; it read two hundred and sixty-five pounds, confirming my suspicion. It seemed likely that my manipulation of her curse was what caused this.

I sat down on the sofa to take this all in. Amy snuggled up to me, quite excited and happy. I could feel her new weight, and the new strength in her limbs, she was gorgeous. One of her forepaws idly stroked the obvious erection under my shorts.

“You like it?” She cooed, pressing her chest against mine to demonstrate her new size. I obviously was, but I was also still taking it all in. Psychic manipulation of an organism was not unheard of, but it was very uncommon and never as efficient as this. But more importantly, the ramifications were… considerable.

“Yeah, you look great.” I said after a few moments. Acknowledging it felt like a formality. But, it prompted a grin from her nonetheless. She leaned on me a little more, and kissed me lightly.

“How about a little more?” She whispered.

I have to admit, the idea of having sex with a larger dragon was exciting, and her larger presence in general was intoxicating. I was apprehensive about where it might lead, but I wasn’t reluctant when I agreed to feed her more.

We agreed that the most efficient course of action was to order cheap, bulk food such as sausages and potatoes. It wasn’t particularly appetizing, but then we weren’t really feeding her normal appetite. Drone delivery was limited to about a hundred pounds, so I placed a number of separate orders. Amy insisted it be deposited in the bedroom, where she lay on the bed, asking me to feed her. She pulled me on top of herself, fondling my chest and groin with her forepaws while I stuffed her open maw with potatoes and uncooked meat. She never chewed, instead merely swallowing everything whole.

Underneath me, the red dragon expanded. The only limiting factor was really how fast I could pick up food and put it in her mouth. Her belly and torso expanded, lifting me up slightly as she grew. Her limbs thickened and lengthened, the muscle and fat swelling slightly faster than the bones grew, making her heavier set as we progressed. She rubbed her inner thighs against me, letting me feel how soft but strong they were. Her forepaws were getting larger, clearly larger than my hands by this point, deftly massaging my chest and groin – again, to her credit, she never left a single scratch on me. Her voice was still the same, but the noises that accompanied it were getting deeper, matching her expanding physique. It was only a matter of minutes before eight hundred pounds of food were gone, and I was sitting on more than a thousand pounds of red dragon, soft, strong, and thick all over. She pulled my head closer to her muzzle and kissed me, deeply, tongue and all. Her tongue was massive. She let me play around inside her mouth, but when she put her tongue inside *my* mouth, she parted my jaws and filled me up, leaving me little choice but to experience her undulations and movements before she withdrew and kissed me more gently on the lips. I climbed off of her, and off the bed, careful not to hurt her wings, before I undressed.

3.The Hunt

Amy reoriented herself so she was laying on her side, allowing me to snuggle up beside her. She folded her strong limbs around me, pulling me against her ample body. I caressed her sides, drinking in the size she had grown to. She let me explore her body, enjoying my appreciation of her form. I started by kissing and caressing the base of her neck and worked my way backwards, putting my hands on her strong shoulders, sliding down her forearms all the way to her large forepaws, kissing them like one would a lady’s hands. Her large, thick wing muscles were directly behind her shoulders. I gently stroked them, up to what amounted to a second armpit where they met the wing and the opposite wing muscle on what was the wing’s shoulder. I moved further back, stroking her soft belly and the area between her generous thighs. Her haunches were massive, like a horse’s. her calves were, too, and her hind paws were huge. She giggled and placed them on my head, the soft undersides covering my face entirely. I kissed one of her feet too, like one would a dame’s hand, and proceeded back a little further to the underside of the base of her tail, where her genitals were. They had grown along with the rest of her, but perhaps not as much.

I laid down beside her, and drew closer. Her slit was very discreet, nothing more than just that – a slit – from the outside. I gently pressed the skin around it outwards, spreading it, revealing pink walls. She was somewhat similar to a human’s vagina, with a tiny discreet clitoris, a urinary tract, and what I assumed was the vagina. The entire area was completely smooth with no labia – I figured the walls of the slit served a similar function; they were slick and moist, and Amy shivered briefly when I touched them. I leaned closer and started working the area with my tongue, moving around the clitoris and walls. She seemed to enjoy it, putting her forepaws on my ass and holding me in place. She moaned and whimpered as I continued for a little while. The inside of her slit was soft, but I could tell there were powerful muscles behind that soft pink flesh. She could close that slit if she wanted to.

She tugged gently at my butt and I looked up. She gestured for me to move towards her head, and I did, turning around and crawling over to lie beside her, my head on a pillow. She turned and righted herself, nudging my legs apart with her snout and placing her forepaws over them gently, letting her weight rest on her elbows. She kissed me on the lips gently, then moved down, licking my neck and chest, then my abdomen, before settling at my groin. Her long, thick tongue wrapped around my already painfully erect penis, before drawing back slightly and lowering her jaws around it. It was only then that I appreciated her teeth. Those long, sharp, white things, obviously meant to rend meat. She was careful, never more than barely touching any of my exposed flesh with those teeth, always keeping her tongue in contact, wrapping down and around my sack. Her tongue and hot breath left a film of moisture on my nethers – whatever I smelled of before, now I smelled of her. My erection was throbbing, I didn’t think I could hold back that much longer at that point.

After this, she withdrew and moved to the side as she made it clear she wanted to lie on her back again. Her large wings required a lot of space to maneuver and she had to be careful not to break the bed under her weight. She giggled as she awkwardly rolled herself on her back. I sat down on the base of her tail and guided myself in. I let my forearms slide around her thighs, my upper arms resting against the back of said thighs, while her calves pressed against the sides of my had. I simply pushed rhythmically. The size difference meant I had to work harder now, but I could still stimulate her. The psychic link also allowed some pleasure to bleed through back and forth, making things a little easier, and through the link I had the distinct feeling that she didn’t mind the awkward size difference at all – she liked it for some reason. She still made the same soft sounds she did before, but now they were accompanied with deeper grunts and moans. I kept pushing, and she squirmed, arching her back and flexing her powerful leg muscles. I could hear the bed protesting; the steel frame was bending under her weight and movements. The psychic link had us panting and grunting in unison, and we eventually climaxed like that, too.

As if on cue, the bed’s legs finally gave way, causing us and the bed to fall down half a foot with a loud metallic ‘clunk’, followed by an annoyed thumping on the wall by the neighbor. Amy laughed and pulled me close to her head. We cuddled for a little while.

“So, what’s next?” She spoke softly, but there was intent in her voice.

“What do you mean?” I asked, half knowing the answer.

She adjusted herself lazily, pressing her forepaws into my chest and groin a little more. “Well, what else is there to eat…”

I chuckled. “You wanna get even bigger, huh?”

“Hmmm. Don’t you want me to get bigger?” She bent her neck around so her head was close to mine, and licked my ear. “You seem to be enjoying it so far. You could have even more dragon to play with.”

I have to admit, her power was intoxicating. Having her even bigger could be fun. I was concerned about how far she’d want to go, but then again, if she *didn’t* want it in the first place, nothing would have happened. I told her I was game, but I wouldn’t be able to afford to keep feeding her like this. She had a different plan in mind.

Half an hour later I was leading her down the stairs of the city, so we could take off outside the more densely populated areas and not fly over the city. It wasn’t illegal to ride a dragon – there were simply no rules for it – but flying over the city was illegal for planes, drones, and presumably dragons. Amy let me mount her, but I had to use some psychic energy to keep myself in place. I didn’t have a saddle, and there was no way in hell she was going to wear one anyway.

Amy took off with grace and ease, and I could sense the psychic energy she was expending while flying. It was pretty obvious a creature like a dragon couldn’t fly on physics alone, this merely confirmed my suspicion. She flew low like I told her to, staying under the city’s radar, and only scaring the occasional wanderer. The area around the city was basically barren and unpopulated, no more than a handful at most were going to see us.

We flew for a while, and I used my psychic senses to find prey. I had used these abilities in the past to hunt criminals, I never expected I’d end up using them like this. I found goats pretty easily, and Amy followed my directions to them. She flew past them, raking them one at a time with her fore claws, before landing and gobbling them up one by one. With each meal I could feel her grow under me. Her neck thickened, gradually pushing my legs apart, and her wing-shoulders became larger and thicker, allowing me to lean back against them when she wasn’t flying. Her psychic aura became stronger as well, growing along with her body. When we reached the second group of goats she had grown large enough to swallow them whole, allowing her to simply snatch them up and devour them one by one. There wasn’t that much to be hunted in the area however, so we returned to the city pretty quickly. Amy landed us back in the spot where we had left.

4.

Amy leaned down to let me off, then raised herself up again, puffing out her chest, beaming with pride. She saw me looking at her and smiled, leaning down to give me a kiss on the forehead.

“Hmmm… what could I eat that would not be missed? Any suggestions?”

I chuckled. “Creatures from the Hades Gate?”

She grinned. “Would you be able to summon them?” I hadn’t been entirely serious about her eating such creatures, but she seemed to be quite serious.

I shook my head. “Not as such. You just open the Gate and everything inside starts spilling out.”

We were standing in one of the tunnels dug in the side of the mountain. In ancient times this was the main way into the city, which at the time was mostly just the buildings carved from the side of the mountain and the open space inside. The old stone bridge still stood, but were no longer in practical use – everyone used the underground high-speed trains, or VTOLs if they felt a particular urge to burn money. Amy looked around. There was nothing but old rock and crumbled structure nearby, but I knew she could sense psychic energy. If she was able to detect me, she could probably find the Hades Gate. The large dragoness started walking, and I followed. I hadn’t actually decided yet whether this was a good idea, everything was happening too fast and I was constantly distracted by her massive body, her muscle and fat swaying and jiggling slightly with each step. It did not go unnoticed by Amy, and her grin again widened to enormous proportions as she adjusted her gait, turning it into a saunter, exaggerating the swaying of her hips ever so slightly.

She led me to the center of the old city, the ruins under the current city. I figured the Hades Gate would have been somewhere around there, close to where it had been originally found. Over the years, spies and criminals had tried to locate it numerous times, but none had succeeded.

Amy found it in less than a minute. Presumably, she simply followed the ‘scent’ of raw psychic energy, homing in on its source. The artifact was a pocket dimension itself, hiding it in yet another pocket dimension was pretty smart. But, once she had located it, extracting it was easy. At least, it was a simple task. I had to overcome a terrible sense of dread removing it from its pocket dimension.

The artifact was a simple green gemstone, about a foot long and half as wide. It wasn’t particularly pretty or shiny, and it felt brittle. I wiped some of the dust away, and caught a glimpse of a terrifying hellscape, one where the hills have eyes and the ground has teeth, all the better to eat you with, if the monsters didn’t get you first. Amy leaned in close, examining it with great interest. She asked me what I thought it was. I told her that Psychics had done an examination after the incident and determined the gate was one-way.

“What we’re seeing on the other side is a pocket dimension, all flesh, bones, and eyeballs, populated with monsters. My teacher, who participated in this examination, thinks the device is in fact an ark, containing a section of a lost world with its survivors, waiting for millennia until the time is right to eject its contents into the material world.”

Amy listened with intent, but I could see the saliva starting to accumulate. “Sounds delicious…” She grinned and nudged my hand. “Come on, toss it in.”

I was about to protest, suggest maybe something else, but before I had any chance to speak, she had pushed the green gem out of my hand with her tongue, and into her mouth, getting my hand covered in saliva in the process. Sitting down, she threw her head back and swallowed, perhaps a bit overly dramatic, given that she had swallowed much larger things an hour earlier. She grinned and let out a contented sigh “ahhh”…

Nothing happened.

I chuckled. “You know it’s still closed, right? It’s not gonna do anything unless I activate it.”

Amy huffed in annoyance, and looked a bit embarrassed. “Er, yeah. Of coure.” She looked at me, idly pawing at the ground. “So…”

With my arms crossed, I smiled. “Hmm?”

She laid down with her forelegs in front of her, then rolled onto her side, moving her head close to me. “I don’t know about you, but I could use some affection right now…”

I played along, kissed her on the nose. She responded with a kiss of her own, centered on the lips but effectively covering my entire face. I stroked the sides of her chin and she lowered the tip of her muzzle to my chest, kissing me there, and lower.

I undressed and created a static field of psychic energy to clear out the dust from where we were, so I could put my clothes on the ground. Once I had undressed I stood before her, naked. She was quite the presence, easily the size of an elephant. She lounged seductively, one forepaw on a thigh, the other pulled against her chest. I stepped closer to her head and stroked one of her side frills. She let out a faint whimper and I could see her wings briefly twitch in the corner of my eye. Moving back, loosely trailing one hand over the underside of her neck, I sensed her breathing and her warmth. Her excitement came through both physically, and through the psychic link. Her psychic aura had grown stronger, much stronger since we first met. I reached her chest, and she placed her forepaws around me, pressing me against her chest while she rolled over on her back, lifting me up. I sat up, looking at her face in front of me. She placed both of her massive forepaws on me, making cooing sounds as she lightly moved her paws over my body. Just one of her paws was bigger than my torso, the two of them effectively smothered me. Moving her paws apart, she bent her neck forward and licked me on the cheek.

“Mmmm…. You like this?...” She whispered, continuing to gently rub her paws against me.

I kissed one of the toes next to my face. “Yeah, you’re gorgeous.”

She cooed. “I could be bigger, you know…”

I smiled softly and stroked her paws with my hands. “Don’t you think you’re a respectable size already?”

Amy paused for a moment, and responded softly. “Sure, but… I could be more…” She licked me again, letting her tongue trail from my neck to my groin.

I chuckled, shaking my head, but my erection betrayed my feelings. “Where do I stand after that? I worry you’ll outgrow me…”

She cooed again, kissing me gently on the lips, letting her large lips linger on my face. “Is that so bad?” I could sense her heart beating faster and harder. “If you turned your mate into something greater, don’t you think you should treat her accordingly?”

At that point, I was genuinely torn. Being with such a large creature was amazing, her power was intoxicating, and like any addict, I wanted more. But, I wasn’t per se looking for a major life change. “I don’t know if I per se need someone above me.”

She moved the tip of her muzzle down, kissing my chest lightly. “Aren’t you curious? Don’t you want to see what I could become?”

I broke down. I thought I could control it. I opened the gate, just enough for a trickle. Amy immediately gasped. Behind me, from her belly, I could hear gurgling as demon flesh poured into her stomach. The dragon moaned deeply as she started expanding. Small squeeking and creaking sounds came from everywhere, as all parts of her body grew. She moved her head away as she straightened her neck. She panted and gasped as bursts of meat appeared in her stomach, making her growth rate uneven. I crawled over her chest and belly towards her nether region, her expanding and swelling flesh moving as she squirmed and twitched in pleasure. Reaching the underside of her tail I inserted an arm into her slit and started doing what I had done before with my tongue. I could sense I was having an effect, both in her psychic aura, which was already overflowing with pleasure, and her burgeoning physique, which was by now uncontrollably squirming and spasming with pleasure. Her limbs twitched every time a new splurge of demons and meat were thrust into her belly with a wet sloshing sound, briefly accelerating her growth and eliciting a gasp from her. The skin stretched out under me as the tissue behind it built up. I could sense her skin becoming thicker as well, as the impression I was making on her became less deep. Her hind paws were above me, held up by monstrous thighs and calves, twitching and growing larger and more massive by the second. Her moans become a rumble, deep and powerful, coming and going slowly as the gate spewed its unfortunate creatures into her. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I heard screams from inside her belly, where creatures were being digested alive. When she finally came, her aura peaked, the pleasure bleeding over into my mind, it simply couldn’t be stopped. I was aware of dust coming off the ceiling high above, and a rumbling going through my abdomen. It was only moments later that I realized I had been temporarily deafened by the immense volume of her roar when she climaxed.

Amy was still moaning softly, barely conscious, drunk on pleasure. I reached out for the Hades Gate’s aura and turned it off. Sliding off her enormous tail to the side, I returned to the ground. Her enormous form filled my vision. It was difficult to estimate her size accurately by that point, but she must have been at least as large as a blue whale. It wasn’t long before she regained her senses. I could sense her mind refocusing in the psychic link. Her enormous, powerful will. Her psychic power had grown along with her body. As she rolled over to rest on her belly, her mind examined mine through the link, like a human would examine an ant through a magnifying glass. I felt my left arm move, and then my right arm. Both making random movements, up down, forward backward. Then my head, turning left, right. My mouth opened, closed. Then she withdrew from my mind, allowing me control over my own body again. I could sense her enjoyment, her excitement at her new power. She rumbled in pleasure, flexing enormous muscle groups while sitting, and grinned at me, far below. Even though she had just orgasmed, I could sense new excitement building in her. Her growing arousal was like a fog over my mind. I don’t think she was actively trying to influence me, not at that point anyway. She had simply grown so psychically powerful that merely being connected to her meant I was subject to her emotions, which my comparatively feeble mind could barely handle.

The giant red dragoness looked down at me. “So…” She spoke in a feminine voice that was accompanied by a deep rumble. She leaned her head down to where I was standing. “Lay down.” She commanded. I did as she said, my throbbing erection the only part of me defying her.

Her lips parted, revealing countless foot-long, dagger-like teeth and a tongue considerably bigger than I was. The tip of her top jaw gently pressed against my chest, her nostrils breathing hot, humid air into my face, while the tip of her lower jaw settled between my feet. Amy’s tongue was an immense, soft, hot, moist, slick force of nature, pressing against my body, my groin, my inner thighs. It was by that point impossible for her to do anything like wrapping her tongue around my genitals. She simply pressed the mass of muscle down against me, like she was making me fuck her tongue. Despite the difference in size, or perhaps because of it, she was still actively enjoying our interaction. As her tongue and I continued to have sex, my pressure built, and soon I climaxed, hugging and kissing her nose.

She kissed me and raised her head again, out of reach. Her grin had again taken on maniacal proportions. She pawed idly at the ground with one enormous fore claw, her shoulders slowly turning left and right. I could sense a fragment of uncertainty in her, a part of her that had apparently not yet caught up with her new powers and needed reassuring. She raised a paw and demonstratively held it over me, lowering it enough that I could touch it. If she had brought her paw down there and then, not an inch of me would have escaped being crushed. It was an odd behavior, but I could sense she was enjoying it. She set the paw down in front of me. “Kiss it.” She rumbled.

“I er…” I started, but the deep bestial growl starting to build up in her stopped me. She could have used her sheer willpower to force my movements and make me dance the funky chicken if she wanted. But, she apparently wanted me to submit willingly. Or, whatever qualified as ‘willingly’ in her mind. I stood up and walked a few feet to her giant paw and leaned down to kiss one of her toes. “On your knees.” She rumbled, slower this time, with some giddiness in her voice. I could still sense that mixture of excitement and insecurity coming from her aura, along with an overwhelming excitement and lust. I knelt down, and kissed her toe. This time I felt her pleasure building, and I covered my ears in time as she roared, causing the ground to shake and more dust to fall from the ceiling.

The enormous red dragon rumbled contently, eyeing me with amusement. “Now… how about the rest?” I dreaded the question. “Your mind holds no secrets for me, little one.”

I didn’t know when she had probed my mind. It could have been when she was controlling my body, it could have been at any other time since her last growth spurt. I was feeling conflicted at the time, but also… indignant. It was only a day ago she came to me, no bigger than I was, and I had helped her, given her all this. And now she was poking around in my mind against my will and calling me ‘little one’? Above, she chuckled. Did she know how I felt? Was she monitoring my every thought? I asked her. “I’ve given you everything you wanted. And this is how you treat me?”

She smiled. “And haven’t *I* given *you* everything you wanted? You wanted a powerful mate, and I became her, and did everything to you that you wanted.”

“And made me kiss your feet!” I snapped at her.

She didn’t respond angrily. Perhaps she simply didn’t feel the need to take me seriously anymore. “You have made me great, greater than you. And now you must defer to me. That is simply how things are now, it is nothing to be ashamed about.” She murred contently, paws clawing into the ground. “If anything you should be proud. Proud of what you’ve created.”

I could sense her reaching into the artifact’s battered aura. I had closed it, but there was no doubt in my mind that she had taken the knowledge of how to open it from my memories. “Hmmm… There is so much more…” Her excitement started building again. “Perhaps you would do the honors?” Despite having the ability herself, she was offering for me to open the Hades Gate one last time, to unleash what was left inside it into her.

I refused.

For reasons I still don’t know, she seemed genuinely hurt, and taken aback. It took her a few seconds to respond. “Then… I… I will help myself…” I could sense the Hades Gate being opened. Not merely ajar, like I had done earlier, but opened like a floodgate.

I started running.

5.Cataclysm

I ran through the ruins naked. Behind me, the dragon was growing, faster than before. The sheer amount of material and monsters that was pouring into her stomach must have been enormous. For a few moments it looked as though she might have actually exploded, her huge belly pushing her off the ground her as her face filled with panic. But, her growth soon overtook her belly, and her proportions returned to normal before she was out of sight. The crumbling of the caverns was mixed with the deep bass rumbling of her pleasure, dust and pieces of rock coming off the walls and ceiling, old sections of structure finally coming down after countless centuries. The nearest exit to the surface was ironically near the park, where we had first met.

Seconds after I had reached the park, an enormous, monstrous dragon head breached the surface, causing the people present to look at it instead and saving me from having to explain why I was naked. Buildings were starting to collapse as the structure of the mountain was caving in. The head rose higher and higher, followed by an enormous neck. Then, the street further away started bulging up like rising dough, and a red claw as big as a bus burst through, spraying rock, stones, and rock dust in all directions. A shadow fell over everything I could see as a massive foreleg followed the claw, destroying the rest of the street all the way to the dragon’s torso, which was now pushing its way up, enormous wings overhead being the obvious source of the sudden shadow. The head was out of view, obscured by clouds of rock dust, buildings, and the creature’s own torso. A second claw raised out of the widening crater and landed heavily on a roundabout, turning the street and underlying rock into so many pieces of debris, moving and shifting under the dragon’s weight as though they were liquid.

I kept running, but I couldn’t outrun the sounds of screaming and car horns and rumbling. The dragon’s growth was clearly audible, the sound of rubber stretching accompanied every bulge, every expansion, and every single part of her body made such noises, the pitch varying depending on the size of the body part. Far behind me, enormous hind paws crushed entire buildings as the monster stepped out of the hole. By now sirens were sounding, an evacuation order had been given. Panicking citizens ran for the stairs and tunnels leading out of the city. I don’t think many made it out. The deepening shadow told me that the dragon was growing closer – literally. To my right, I saw a red forepaw of unimaginable size swell and expand right through an historic theater building, knocking over ancient pillars like they were soup sticks and tearing through the roof like it was tissue paper. I realized it was her left forepaw I was looking at, meaning I was soon going to competing for space with her right forepaw, a fight I was unlikely to win. I briefly stopped to look where she was going to place said right forepaw, and ran the other way. I narrowly dodged it, only to be thrown up with the street as the impact sent a shockwave through the ground that raised it like ripples through water. Covered in dust, debris, and more scrapes and bruises than I had suffered throughout my entire life, I fled over the edge of the city. Thousand-year old stairways collapsed behind me as I tried to stay ahead of the wavefront of destruction. People were running in front of me, people were running behind me. Above me, the tan underside of the dragon indicated its presence, its belly slowly expanding over the side of the city edge. The collapse of buildings was a constant rumbling, though by that point I was barely cognizant of any sounds at all. A hind claw scraped down the side of the mountain as the dragon grew too immense for the city to hold. Dozens of buildings were casually turned to dust by the extremity, and on the other end of my vision, a fore claw was moving over almost as many buildings, sending them tumbling down to the older buildings on the lower levels. The survivors made their way over the bridge, the only remaining escape route, as we assumed - incorrectly, it turned out – that the underground train station must have collapsed.

Eventually the dragon stopped growing, but it had reached an unbelievable size, roaring in orgasmic pleasure as the last growth spurt ended. I could sense her psychic aura, bright as the sun. The head turned, as though looking for something. The vast wings spread, and the dragon simply took off, sending one last destructive shockwave through the city, leaving virtually nothing intact.

Of course news of this event had reached the other parts of the kingdom, so we didn’t need to call for rescue. Helicopters showed up, and we were airlifted away.

6.Epilogue

A helicopter lands next to a prefab field hospital just outside a small town in the mountains. In the distance, a column of dust rises where the capitol used to be. Around the collection of shipping containers that constitutes the hospital, white tents have been hastily erected. Several hundred people of all walks of life sit in and around them, on benches, around charging posts with their mobile devices, trying to contact loved ones. A line for a field kitchen moves at a brisk pace. Two uniformed men exit one of the containers, one a young man in army fatigues, the other an older man in a decorated officer’s uniform. The officer hands his subordinate a tablet back, annoyed. The tablet is playing the tail end of a recording, showing a man in a hospital gown talking to an interviewer.

“So you see, officer, that is why there was a pool of vaginal fluid in the middle of the city ruins. Also, I’m a psychic and you should probably tell your commander I need to talk to him.”

The subordinate ends the playback and puts the tablet away. “We found him with the other survivors, naked and covered in dirt and scrapes. He’s ripe for the loony bin, but I don’t think he’s dangerous. The parts where the creature shows up and destroys the city check out though, insofar as we can confirm anything at this stage.”

The officer nods as the two men walk towards a waiting helicopter. “What about the creature?”

“Most likely escaped from the Hades Gate. Satellites are tracking it, it’s already out of our airspace, headed for Zubronia.”

“I see. Notify me if it returns.” And with that, the officer gets into the helicopter, while his subordinate returns to the hospital. When the young man turns around, his expression is completely blank, and he robotically marches back to one of the containers, peering through a small window in the door. Inside, a man is being issued clothing from a clothing printer. The young man walks away, expressionless but for the tears in his eyes.

Still working on the red dragon story. But, in the meantime, have a fat giantess. I don't do humans often, and there was an opportunity to do one, so here goes. I figure people would still like all the fat parts, which is most parts, right?

So now, it's time to start writing the story!

Someone's hungry...

Durgon lewds time.

I have included a version with a smaller head. I don't know which one is better, what do you guys think?

edit: So it seems people prefer the smaller head version. I'm gonna have to see how to incorporate that, because it's not consistent with the other pics...

Taking a brief break from the dragon sequence to practice the lineart style. I think it's gradually improving, getting closer to the point where it might be a half-decent comic style.

People seem to like spiders, but not the spidergirls, so here's a 'vanilla' spider.

Feel free to come up with a story for this one.

He doesn't know it yet, but he's going on a date.

I'll probably come back to this one later, I've been staring at it too long and am no longer qualified to make meaningful edits to it.

So... this is what I've been working on for the past couple of days. (30 hours so far.)

I'm thinking, this deserves to be a story with an image sequence? My first instinct is to have her dominate a human guy as she outgrows him (and the city)

Anyone have thoughts on it?

Larger this time!

Also included, a bonus version of the previous image, but now it's a monster girl with mouthpiece action!

Working on improving this style a little, and trying to come up with some new critter. This is an 8-legged (3 sets of 'arms', 1 set of legs) snake thing with boobs.

Working on that other style for a bit, practicing lighting in it. Maybe this thing will become an entire comic one day.

Alrighty, I think that's a good ending for this story.

Also included are a bunch of previous pages, edited to include mountains in the background. It didn't really 100% work, but it's a slight improvement still.

What would her song be like?

It oddly reminds me of a pupa turning into an insect. o.o

Lemme know if this page is too dark for you guys. I tried it on both my monitors and it looked ok there, but apparently some of the pages have been turning out too dark.

People really seem to like the spherical/water balloon/blobby style of dragon inflation, but I'm really struggling to come up with stuff to do with it, so I'm gonna go back to a more 'regular' growth/weight gain theme for a little bit.

I've got a few more ideas for liquid inflation, but first, more 'normal' growth.

Things are about to get... bulbous.

Also updated page 33. (I realized the area under the necropolis should be just a dark hole since it used to be a city, rather than covered in plants.)

Dessert is here.

Very carefully getting back into drawing after I messed up my wrist again. It's recovering much faster now, and drawing isn't hurting it, so hopefully I'll be back to full capacity soon.

I was originally thinking of adding some narration here, but the rest of the comic doesn't have it, so for now I'm gonna see if it works without.

edit: woops, forgot a color thing

Originally I was going to move on to the next scene by now, but since people like the hyper stuff so much I figured I'd include one more shot of that.

Leave the hypering to professionals, folks.

And once again I delve into the realm of hyper. Maybe someday I'll get the hang of it.

Also I've edited Duffin's face on page 27 (previous post), still not 100% happy with it, but at this point I need to let it rest and come back to it sometime in the future.

Next up, sexings!

The nommening continues. People seem to like having her extremely distended, so here you go. :)

The nommening occurs.

May the nomming begin!

First post of the year!

Secret Weapon - part I was all about practicing expressions, for part II I'm going to include as much 'action' as possible. Therefore I'm cramming all the exposition and intro stuff into page 1 so page 2 can start with the eating.

As promised, three versions of the Thing. A giant leech, a giant leech woman, a giant pregnant Qilin.

See? I can finish projects. I know how to not leave them lying for most of a year.

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So it appears people are divided roughly 50/50 about the leech critter. To cater to everyone I've decided I will create three versions; one that is a leech woman, one that is just a leech, one that is some other type of creature with the same body, but with limbs and a normal head. Dunno yet what, maybe some kind of sea creature or a particularly pregnant land animal.

\o/

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People all the time keep asking me, when am I drawing a leech girl/monster, based on this image:

https://twitter.com/Meanybeanybean/status/930422115488104448

Should I make this a proper image and post it to this patreon?

I always wanted to draw a bit of interior redecoration done by a growing macro.

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What should the next project be? I can either continue the current comic (which would mostly be just vore and growth, perhaps some sex) or start something new.

An idea someone suggested is an illustrated story of two ladies competing for someone's attention by growing larger than the competition. Right now I'm thinking bear versus dracogryph or griffon. (both quadrupeds)

Those are the only two ideas that are sloshing around inside my head right now.

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I made a couple edits to previous pages. The eyes were too large in a number of pages - they made Silvy look underage and Duffin and some other characters look like anime rejects. (Still not super happy with them, but probably the best I can do right now.) Also added some shadows and dialogue I forgot on page 15.

Also, since we're nearing the end of this comic, I'm going to run a poll for the next project.

I'm working on this a little differently as I try to improve my workspace ergonomics. As a result this took forever and was really frustrating to draw, as though I had one arm tied behind my back. But, I'm still quite happy with the result even if it took more hours than usual.

I'm going to do my best to finish this comic this month.

This page was a ton of fun and was a great opportunity to practice expressions, but working on it was frustrating because of my wrist.

Thanks for bearing with me as I slowly become functional again!

Last post for this month. Not quite sure if it works composition-wise but it was a good opportunity to practice some more expressions (even if you have to zoom in a lot to see them), and it made me chuckle.

Big things are afoot!

Had a ton of fun with this one, and it turned out better than the previous one. Maybe this can become a proper comic.

dun dun duuuuuun

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based on some feedback I've gone back and done some editing on earlier pages, of the supporting characters. Couldn't fix everything I wanted to, so I'm not sure if these will be the final versions. If anyone thinks there is room for improvement that doesn't involve redoing the entire pages, let me know!

This is the first page of the comic to be drawn almost entirely in Clip Studio Paint. As such it may not be quite fine tuned yet - I may come back and edit this page. Overall though, I'm quite happy with the workflow in this program, it's considerably more efficient than in Photoshop, and the pen stabilization feature is a lifesaver.

I'm still trying to develop a new style, this time I tried to create a colored quasi-shaded image. Originally she was going to be a sea serpent or tentacle monster, but halfway through I decided I'd save that for a different pic, when I've settled on a style.

I know there are at least a few people who like leech girls, but I also know there aren't that many, so this one is just a one-off.

I *am* however considering expanding the succubus picture into either a comic or illustrated story.

Going back to Clip Studio Paint for some more experimenting. Practicing varying line weights, and doing some flats and basic shading. I think I like this style, it's very crisp and clear.

The image itself is not particularly well optimized, some dead space here and there, but I think it's time to move on to the next. If I end up doing a comic in this style, maybe I'll use this image in it; I've formed a story in my head about what happened here.

Patreon isn't letting me post... If you are reading this it means something finally worked.

A slight alteration of the beastgirl I sometimes draw. As she has grown, her rule has become a bit tyrannical, it seems - the punishment for everything is 'get eaten by the queen'.

So I'm trying to get back into lineart, as a possible style for a future project. So far, I've been able to basically recover my old style, though much tidier. There are a few nits to pick here, but it's probably best to call this finished now and move on to the next.

If anyone has feedback on this style, please let me know.

Also included is an updated page 07. Apparently I forgot a tail.

If people have suggestions for what to use for sounds, I'd be happy to hear them.

Mostly focussing on expressions right now. I guess it's time well spent, even if it's too much time spent.

Also, I've been spending so much time on these last few pages that the first pages of the comic look bad by comparison. :p

Got a little carried away with this one. Also included is a slightly edited page 04.

Bear requested by Venti instead of a cameo!

Noticed a massive sore thumb on page 04, will try to edit that.

Also included is edit of page 02, to make the dragoness look less young.

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Sorry about this late extra poll.

The female 'queen' dragon. I've gotten conflicting feedback regarding what kind of dragon she should be, and I'd be happy to do a slightly different one. So I'm putting it to a poll. (She is going to start tiny like any other one.)

I'm currently limiting it to shapes I'm comfortable drawing, because I don't want to take risks with a giant comic and end up hating or messing up the result.

1: 'standard' black dragoness:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17270496/

2: dracogryph:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5091371/
(sorry I don't have a better picture available, that one is ooold. There will be no unbirthing in this comic.)

3: Serpent:
(I don't have a reference, but probably this will be a giant snake with dragon head, not too different from 'The Specimen'. The color pattern will probably be black, yellowish underside, irregular red along the sides. Maybe with horns, definitely with frills on the back here and there, and along the dorsal side of the tail tip.)

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This comic will include sex scenes. However, I'm curious what people think of them in this sort of content.

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The next question is, should I include battle scenes, or gloss over those? If I draw them, they will take up a few pages here and there.

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So, the overall plot for the next project is starting to form.

A king with grand ambitions commissions a wizard to create weapons. The wizard creates a growth formula, which he uses on dragons and perhaps some other creatures(on a few males initially). At first there is success on the battlefield.

Later on the wizard uses it on a 'breeder' dragon, a queen, and she gets a little out of hand, even when they try to fight her with all the other upsized creatures.

My first question is, should there be small, one-page growth scenes of other creatures/characters?

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The Monstrous Shall Inherit the Earth - Pt. 1 - To Devour a Doomed City

Story, characters, artwork © Meanybeany

1.0 Prelude

Smoke, sirens, and flashing lights filled the cold night. Tires, pieces of steel and cheap plastic, and splatters of blood littered the cracked tarmac. White road markings, worn out and barely visible, indicated someone drove across several lanes when they shouldn’t have. A twenty-odd car pileup was the result. Men stood talking by one of the police cars, grim faces, all wanting to go home. A drone flew over the wreckage, recording a three dimensional film of the scene, and taking pictures of the license plates. Turbines spool up and a single automated flying ambulance takes off, carrying off the gravely-injured passenger of a crumpled designer sports car.

“I don’t understand why her psychological record is important. Her medical record says she’s clean so what’s the problem?” The young officer assigned to oversee the cleanup was genuinely puzzled and frustrated; this was taking forever and he wanted to sign off for the day. He looked over his shoulder at the bodies being lined up by semi-robotic servants.

“Our client wants a copy of her psych record, that’s all I know. Unless you want to explain to your chief why next month there’s a budget shortfall, I suggest you just give us the information.” The man asking for the information appeared middle-aged, but every time his arms or neck moved there was the slight buzz of electric motors. Most likely, he was a very early model cyborg, when they still used servos – he was probably older than he looked.

The officer sighed, logged into the police database, and searched it for information on the body. “Jennifer Wright, age thirty. No known illnesses, broke left wrist at age nine." He paused briefly, glanced at the other man to indicate just how annoyed he was at having to go through all this. "Possession of domination-themed pornography at age twenty-eight, no history of violence or even sexual activity. Evaluated to be sexually repressed but not a threat, let off with a fine of eight thousand credits per year and loss of voting rights. Two parking tickets. No insurance.”

The officer copied the file to the other man’s tablet with a casual swipe. “Guess she’s yours.”

The other man inspected the file and then stuffed the small tablet in his pocket. He looked around to see two vans approach, escorted by private security drones. “Just in time too.” He casually picked up the body and put it down in the back of a black hover car, where it stirred and moaned in pain.

The vans pulled over and men in white coats emerged. One of them approached the police officer, the others hurried to collect the bodies.

1.1 Jenna

She opened her eyes. A large dark blur occupied the center of her vision, in the distance were brighter blurs. A bright light was to the left of her, a soft surface to the right. A brief pain in her abdomen, and in somewhere she couldn’t place. Where was she? What happened? She tried to think, but her memories were faded, like she was seeing them through a thin white curtain. Did they belong to someone else? Only a few memories were clear. Her name was Jenna, she rented a crappy apartment and she owed her neighbor twenty-one credits and fifty cents.

She could remember visiting someone. A family member. She had gotten into her car and was driving home. After that, nothing. Did something happen? Was she in the hospital? “Nurse…” She called out softly. Her tongue and lips were far too large, her voice too raspy, she didn’t recognize her own voice. A blur moved and she felt another sharp, brief pain in her side. Words were spoken. She couldn’t understand what was being spoken, the words were muffled, as though the speaker was wearing a helmet. The voice was male, that’s all she could determine. She tried to move her head, look at the man directly, but something was holding her head against the surface. Her consciousness faded, there was now nothing but blackness.

When her consciousness and vision returned she could see more clearly. The man – if it was still the same man – was wearing a white disposable hazard suit, the cheap kind. The light source was an array of powerful lamps on the ceiling, so she was probably laying on her side, strapped to some kind of surgical table. She tried speaking again, but her mouth was held shut by some kind of straps – how was that even possible? The man was silent this time, she followed him as he moved around the table she was on – how was that possible? There was some type of green object on the table where her body should be. It moved in synch with her breathing, that was probably her body. Did they paint her while she was unconscious? Wasn’t this a hospital?

Her memories were more clear now. She remembered coming home from a family visit and getting into her car. Someone cut her off! Now she remembered, a large grey van cut across three lanes, including hers, and she had to brake hard to avoid hitting them. After that, nothing. She tried moving, every part of her was tied down, even parts she didn’t know she had. The man in the hazard suit waved a device over her. She gave him what she hoped was an angry look, and then she saw her reflection in the hazard suit’s plastic face cover – she was a dinosaur!

1.2 Calvin

“Subjects one through four are clear failures, we’re still waiting for termination orders but you can start cleaning out the sequencers and microforges for the next batch.” An old man in company uniform stood in front of an audience of twenty, seated around a large round table. The room was darkened for the cheap holoprojector, which was showing a series of horribly disfigured men and women. The old man giving his presentation did so in a monotonous voice, going through all his talking points mechanically. He was clearly not paid to care. Calvin wasn’t either, but he was only a junior researcher, for him it was practically mandatory to appear invested. He sipped some of his lukewarm coffee while the old man went on to describe the functioning of the xeno tech recovered from the newly founded provinces. Calvin wished the old man would just skip this part, it was clear he had no idea and was just spouting techno talk to impress corporate. He doubted it was working. It didn’t matter anyway, funding would continue for as long as they produced results, and they were not short on results.

Using technology with a non-human origin, their team had initiated transformations that transcended the laws of biology and even physics as they understood them. Most of the test subjects did not survive, but with each batch, the percentage of successes was increasing. More importantly, the boundaries of what they could achieve were pushed further every time. Ten months ago, they were able to cause a rat to grow feathers. Today, they produced their fifth dinosaur-like creature out of a human carcass. It wasn’t a true dinosaur of course, it was a new organism with many sources of DNA, not merely that of an actual dinosaur, that was specifically engineered to resemble a dinosaur. They were close to this being their first official product, if they could only bring down the unit cost.

When the old man was done, it was Calvin’s turn. He stood up, and walked over to where his supervisor had been standing. He took his cup of worthless coffee with him, casually drinking a bit before setting the cup down and briefly looking at his tablet. He had to look the part, being cool and confident was more important than actually being any good, he had found. “Right. The current batch of materials has proven reasonably reliable, with only a fifty percent failure rate. In all cases where the new form failed to develop, the body was too severely damaged and even with energy nanite support the combined trauma caused complete organic failure. I’d like to request more intact carcasses next time.” Calvin glanced at David Singh, head of resource acquisition. David groaned and responded with: “Corporate is working on new legislation, but for now we have no choice but to wait until subjects are declared dead before claiming the body. We’re doing our best to make them sign off on bodies, but we’re competing with organ donor companies and such, so don’t expect miracles.”

Calvin nodded. He knew what the answer was going to be, but they had to put on this little play for the corporate suits. They had to understand that the fifty percent failure rate was a consequence of them having to work with broken bodies, and that the solution was fairly straightforward. He went on to show a schematic of the currently most promising test subject.

“Subject 13-17-JW. Our customer for this one is the army, expeditionary branch. Subject has formed roughly as we expected, given the mix of DNA that went into creating it. The energy nanite swarm has bonded well and appears stable, maintaining a steady ratio with the body. However, there is some bad news as well. The subject’s neural pathways appear fully-formed, we think it may have retained some memories prior to the original body’s death. We do not believe it will impede the training phase of the project, however we advise manufacturing more test copies of this product. Now…”

One of the men in business suits waved to cut Calvin off. “Hold on. Retained memories? These specimen represent a significant investment, we do not want products thinking they are citizens with rights. Real citizens with ‘rights’ are trouble enough as it is.” A chuckle went through the small crowd. For a small handful, the chuckles were uncomfortable.

1.3 Jenna

The next day, after they had let her ‘loose’ Jenna had gotten a sense of her shape and size. The lab had turned her into a very small bipedal carnivorous dinosaur. She was probably no heavier than she had been as a human, which meant that as a dinosaur, she was frankly puny. Since waking up in the lab, she had come to terms with being a dinosaur. The only thing that disturbed her was how little being a dinosaur disturbed her – it simply felt right. What did bother her was that she was locked up in here and had to walk left and right and sit on command. stood in an empty room facing a transparent wall, following instructions. It was horribly demeaning but she played along, figuring it was in her interest to give the researchers what they wanted. The voice coming over the intercom was having a better time than she was, that much was certain. She could see scientists talking excitedly among themselves on the other side of the wall, and hear them whenever the intercom was turned on. They were amazed at her ‘intelligence’, and that she could apparently count to three. One of the scientists, a man with shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes watched her suspiciously every time he took notes on his tablet. She had a feeling she wasn’t fooling him, but for some reason he didn’t tell anyone.

The next exercise had her running an obstacle course. Jenna enjoyed this at least a little, and it let her get used to her new body. Again the scientists were watching from behind a transparent window, and presumably through the many cameras. It was the same people, including mister suspicious. He appeared to be taking fewer notes, and spent more time staring at Jenna. She could have sworn he was blushing the whole time. Pretending to be just casually walking by where the scientists were, Jenna briefly looked and winked at the blushing man from a position where no one else could see her left eye. The man couldn’t help but blush even harder, and looked away immediately. As she moved on, Jenna grinned, and she liked her toothy reflection in the window.

1.4 Calvin

Later that evening, Calvin sat at his desk, being a mildly suspiciously overeager employee. He wasn’t getting overtime, after all. One by one the others left, leaving the lab office a little quieter each time. Once everyone had left, Calvin put on his lab coat again and decided to go for a round in the labs. He casually greeted the single guard, and ignored the cybernetic soldiers standing stock still in their alcoves. He walked briskly past the cells holding the failed experiments, not even glancing at them. When he reached the lab holding Jenna, he pressed a button on his tablet, causing the video feed from the cameras in this part of the lab to loop. Then he inspected himself in the lab window’s reflection, and entered.

Jenna was in a sealed part of the lab, where she had a ‘nest’ of sorts to sleep in. No food or water, of course, the nanites were still ‘building’ their project, and would simply convert any food into more dinosaur. Jenna was standing by the edge of the sealed area, next to the transparent sliding door. She smirked as the researcher approached.

“Hi. I’m Calvin, I’m one of the people who made you.” Calvin said, blushing. Jenna cocked her head as she thought a dinosaur might, still smirking. Calvin put his hands behind his back. “I’m not buying it. How much do you remember?” He was still blushing and his voice was a little uneven, but he made his point. Jenna relented, and chuckled, looking at the ground. When she looked up she responded in her somewhat raspy voice. “Pretty much everything. I was in a car crash wasn’t I? What happened afterwards, did I win free dino-care somehow?” Calvin looked at his boots, cursing internally. “You were declared dead. Whatever you think you are, you are not Jenna Wright. Jenna Wright was declared deceased seventy-two hours ago and her lifeless body was transferred to this facility for – “ Jenna rolled her eyes and chuckled. “So that’s what you tell yourself? I bet my body wasn’t even cold yet. When they cut people up for their organs they aren’t even brain dead yet. You’re no different.” Calvin frowned, he knew she was right. Everyone knew, nobody cared, but everyone still pretended. He crossed his arms in front of him and tried to look at her sternly, but he knew he was failing. She continued. “But, that’s not why you’re here, is it?” Jenna put one fore claw high up on the sliding door beside Calvin, striking a pose she figured might be seductive. On this man anyway, to anyone else it would have looked like a confused dinosaur. “How about it?” Calvin’s heart thumped in his chest like a jackhammer as he opened the door.

1.5 Jenna

Jenna backed away slightly when the doors slid open. When the air of the two previously separated areas mixed, she could smell his arousal. She had always been aware there were people with odd kinks – she had her share of them – but never expected to run into someone like this in person. The government strictly enforced conservative values on the internet, and it was dangerous enough to produce or consume regular porn, let alone whatever this man was into. She smirked and put a claw on her hip. Doing so was awkward, her shoulders and hips were just structured wrong for it, but she adored playing the part of the seductress dinosaur. She grinned and slowly waved her tail side to side. “So… about those clothes…”

Calvin wasted little time taking his clothes off. Jenna didn’t think he was especially attractive, but given the circumstances he would do just fine. She pushed him onto the bed, and slid on top of him. This was going to be interesting, but she was going to be in charge. She may have been a small dinosaur, she was pretty sure she could take on an unarmed human. She maneuvered herself to let his erect member slide into her. It felt odd, but good; everything appeared to be functioning.

Jenna rocked herself up and down slowly; her feet didn’t reach the ground so she couldn’t push herself up that way. Calvin appeared to be enjoying himself, but also confused, or simply insecure. She grinned and decided to get a little more in character. “Rarrr…” She said, wiggling a claw in the air.

1.6 Calvin

Calvin went along with it, in a daze. He had hoped to have sex with a dinosaur, and here he was, and there the dinosaur was. Yet he couldn’t quite believe it, something in his mind wasn’t cooperating. Is this what happens when people get to live out fantasies? He went through the motions, letting Jenna ride his painfully erect penis. She put a claw on his chest and held up the other, making an obviously silly ‘rar’ sound. He pulled the claw to his face and kissed it; her claws were just so cute and wonderful. Jenna smiled when Calvin played with her claws, and indulged him, caressing his face with both fore claws at once.

His partner leaned forward and rested her claws on his shoulders, bringing her snout right above his face. Her breath was hot, her tongue was long and wet as it rolled over the side of his face. He kissed the tip of her snout, her warm skin felt like smooth leather. Her teeth were small hard objects caressing his cheek, her slitted yellow eyes were predatory, hungry; content to have sex… for now.

Calvin pulled her against him, feeling her lithe saurian hips press against his groin. The supple movements of the genetically engineered body sliding against his, the deceptively strong arms tearing into the fabric of the bed under him, they had done such a superb job of engineering her, there wasn’t a single thing about her that he didn’t like. They rocked for a far too brief moment before they came together. Jenna hissed, eyes closed, head thrown back. Her fore claws dug into the bed’s faux-leather cover while Calvin’s hands held her back tightly.

They lay for a little bit, Jenna kissing and licking his face here and there, before Calvin decided it was time to call it a night. “I’ll have to come up with a story for the bed, maybe I can mask it with some other damage. Either way we should be able to continue as though nothing happened.” Jenna looked at the section of the lab that was meant to be her home and crossed her arms. “Like hell.” Calvin was still putting his trousers on, and paused. “What do you mean?” He really didn’t want this to blow up in his face. “I’m not going back to being a lab rat.” Jenna said. She pressed the door button and closed the sliding doors to her compartment. Calvin shook his head, moving his hand towards the button. “You have no choice. You can’t go out there anymore. Look at you, you think you can go twenty yards without being shot? They shoot humans who look foreign, what do you think they’re gonna do to you?” Jenna appeared undeterred, grinning. “You’re a scientist aren’t you? Figure something out. In fact, now that I have you here, when am I getting something to eat?”

Calvin paused again, drawing his hand back from the button. Did she know? They hadn’t planned for her being intelligent and figuring this out. “Well, you know it’s the military who commissioned you, right? Expeditionary department.”

Jenna nodded. “That makes sense. Though I was half expecting to be sold to a theme park.”

“Well…” Calvin continued. “We created you with recovered energy nanites. We’re not sure precisely how they work, as they aren’t physical objects. They’re patterns of space and time that can spread and replicate, and manipulate matter and energy in ways that violate normal laws of physics and biology.”

“Uh-huh.” Jenna kept her eyes locked on Calvin. She didn’t have a scientific background but she wasn’t an idiot either. “Ok, so what does that have to do with me not getting food or water since waking up?”

“So… the basic problem is we don’t know what it’ll do. It might be poisonous to you.” Calvin blushed and hesitated as he spoke. It was a well-meaning lie in his view, but feigning ignorance wasn’t his strong suit.

“That’s bullshit.” Jenna’s expression was limited by her saurian features, but Calvin guessed she was frowning. “You guys couldn’t care less if the food was poisonous. You’d feed me food and if I get sick and die, you’d just clone up a new dinosaur.” Calvin watched the dinosaur as she casually walked around him, placing her between him and the exit. “What’s really going on, partner?”

1.7 Jenna

She had positioned herself to cut off Calvin’s escape route. She knew she couldn’t trust him; if he were trustworthy, he wouldn’t be working here. At the same time, she knew she couldn’t break out alone; she needed him, she couldn’t push him too hard. “What’s really going on, partner?” She asked, trying to be just menacing enough that he couldn’t wave her away.

The man didn’t answer straight away, instead spending a few awkward moments putting the remainder of his clothes on. When he eventually responded, his voice was trembling. “Ingesting matter might cause… uncontrolled growth.”

Jenna grinned. She wanted to raise an eyebrow, but the ridges over her head were rigid. “Uncontrolled how?”

A few minutes later, they were going down the corridor, further into the complex. Calvin was dodging questions about this growth thing, which only made Jenna more determined to find out what it was. Calvin had obviously hoped to have sex with her and then go back to the project, but Jenna was not going to let him. They would get out together, or get caught together. “It’s in here.” Calvin opened the door and Jenna went in, half-pushing Calvin along. They were in the hub of a storage area. From here, automated lorries moved containers in and out of the storage rooms and the exit. Jenna let Calvin issue some commands through one of the wall consoles. A lorry zoomed through one of the doors and returned seconds later with a pallet of huge plastic-wrapped slabs of meat. “It’s all artificial of course. But it’s pretty good, prepared well it’s barely distinguishable from the real thing.”

Jenna removed the plastic wrap from the first one and tried it. It honestly tasted good, much better than most of the vat-grown stuff she was used to eating. She could only imagine how good real meat must have tasted. The first slab she ate in small pieces, savoring each bite. But, each bite was bigger than the last, her appetite was getting the better of her. She asked Calvin for another one, and scarfed that one down in three bites. She was feeling a little warm, especially under her tail, her chest, and her cheeks. Was she getting aroused? That was an odd reaction to eating. Then she realized it wasn’t because she was eating, it was because she was growing. The bulge in her stomach vanished immediately, and she felt her skin tighten briefly as she grew. It felt amazing, even though the amount she grew was minimal.

And, she saw that Calvin was pitching another tent.

1.8 Calvin

Reluctantly, Calvin had shown Jenna where they kept the ‘meat’. He wasn’t worried about stealing expensive food – he was worried about being executed for treason. Still trembling, he gave his ‘partner’ another piece of meat, wondering how this could have gone so wrong so fast. He was due for a raise later this year too, all he needed to do was do his job and keep his head down. Now he considered himself lucky if this would merely get him fired. The dinosaur eyed him, blushing slightly. What was going on, was she horny again? The answer came when after eating another piece of meat, she liked his face and started fidgeting with his belt buckle. Her breath smelled like the meat she had just eaten, her tongue still slick with a little bit of imitation fat. Calvin had no choice but to unbuckle his own belt, before the horny dinosaur with her thumbless claws caused permanent damage to his groin.

Once he had undressed, Calvin was pulled down by Jenna, who lay on her back, with her arms folded in front of her, and her best attempt at puppy eyes. “Feeeeed me.” She whined, giggling and rubbing a hind paw over Calvin’s face. Calvin obliged, taking a slab out of its wrap and handing it to Jenna. She instead let him put it directly in her mouth, placing her fore claws on his shoulders instead. It was a bit too big for her, but she wasn’t relenting, so Calvin had to push the chunk of faux-meat down. The massive bulge slid down the dinosaur’s throat, and only briefly made the slightest bulge in her belly before dissolving. Jenna moaned and writhed. “Come on, take me, now. And feed me again.” Jenna spoke roughly, with barely restrained lust, her eyes on the pile of meat next to them, while caressing and pulling on Calvin with her claws.

He lifted a leg over Jenna’s tail and mounted her, thrusting down and forward as he did, the back of her thighs pressing against his belly. He fed her another piece of meat, and another. It’s what she wanted, and he gave it to her. Part of him was enjoying it, but a smarter part of him was screaming bloody murder at the situation. He simply kept pushing, and feeding her chunks of expensive fake meat, the dinosaur under him moaning and growing with each bite and thrust. “Yeah, keep going… more… more!” Jenna coaxed him on, caressing his head and back with her foreclaws, occasionally kissing and licking his face between bites. Calvin could feel her body and muscles expanding under him, every thrust met a little more resistance as the dinosaur grew larger and thicker. She was getting better at eating too, she was able to swallow the large pieces without help, and it wasn’t just because she was getting larger; she was getting more proficient. He gave her more pieces of meat, and she scarfed them down, pressing him against her chest as she swallowed. Calvin could hear the wet sounds of meat sliding down her throat, the flesh creaking and groaning when it expanded, the gurgling of the food dissolving, and finally Jenna’s suppressed growl as she climaxed.

After sex, Jenna insisted he keep feeding her. It seemed she enjoyed giving him orders. With no real choice in the matter, Calvin obliged. It would be easy for Jenna to do something that would attract attention, and that would be the end for both of them. Her ‘plan’ as she described it was simple – she would eat and grow, and once she was large enough, fight and kill the security team. The team was just one man and a dozen cybernetic slave troopers, armed mostly with stun guns and pistols. Jenna didn’t know about her other enhancements, like her regenerating tissue, but she would if she survived that fight. Calvin’s life was in her hands, even if she died, he would be blamed for the debacle, even if no one ever learned about them having sex, he would be blamed for the damages. He would be ruined for life. The only option was to help Jenna break out of the facility and go with her. He handed her another piece of meat, and another, and another. She was still moaning, growling a little, obviously still enjoying the process.

1.9 Jenna

Jenna was in bliss. She was vaguely aware of Calvin handing her expensive chunks of imitation meat, but her attention was entirely focused on the experience of it sliding down her throat and expanding her flesh. Every bit of pressure on the inside of her skin was bliss, and every next bit was even better. She was a balloon being inflated with power and mass and she wanted it to never end. She was clutching to Calvin, letting him stuff her maw with meat, but he briefly had to walk away. She heard him type something, followed by a chime from the wall terminal. A few seconds later the feeding resumed. Bigger pieces this time. Jenna heard something about entire fake animals, and some large number of credits. She didn’t care what it cost, she only wanted it inside of her, and part of her. She let go of Calvin to guide a fat pig into her mouth, letting it slide down her throat. Her neck distended massively, and her chest did too, then her belly. And the next pig came, as the alien technology floating around in her went to work inflating her once more. She growled, purred, almost rumbled when the second pig went into her mouth, panting after the bulge made its way down. After the pig came some type of animal she didn’t recognize, for the brief seconds it was in her view before vanishing down her gullet. And another, and another. Jenna was keenly aware that as she expanded, Calvin was left behind. Where as before, she was smaller than he, by now she was significantly larger. She wanted to smother him, cover him with her body and let him feel every part of her at once… But she also wanted to eat. Sex would have to wait, this was just as good. Next came more pigs, and more animals she didn’t recognize. She stroked her neck and belly as the meals went down, feeling the bulges travel, and then moaning as she felt her skin stretch over her expanding body.

Eventually, the pleasure had to end. The underside of her tail was moist, her entire lower body was still weak and quivering with pleasure, but Jenna had to rise. A voice came over the intercom; apparently the guard was concerned about ‘mister Guzman’s’ whereabouts, he was calling for him to report in. “It’s only a matter of time before he starts looking, if he doesn’t find me, he’ll sound the alarm.” Calvin was already putting his clothes on, once again. It seemed silly to Jenna, and she was glad she no longer needed clothing. She didn’t have to care anymore what anyone thought.

A few minutes later, she was going down the corridor where Calvin told her the guard and his automaton helpers were. The drones stood motionless in their alcoves, hands by their sides, sidearms holstered. Breathing calmly, they stared into the distance, patiently waiting for orders to come. They wore company uniforms and caps with ‘Telo Security’ and serial numbers on their chest. Jenna had always known these guys were real, she had just never met any in person. As far as she knew, anyway.

As she hurried down the corridor, Jenna’s sides constantly scraped the walls, and her back frequently impacted the ceiling; she couldn’t wait to be free of this confining space. The security guard came walking out of his office, perhaps alerted by the sound of the dinosaur’s footsteps – Calvin had assured Jenna that the cameras were on loop. He didn’t even have time to scream. She simply opened her mouth and closed it around the man’s upper torso. She lifted him up instinctively, to try and swallow him, but her head crashed into the ceiling, knocking a light off its fixture. The man’s arms flailed, he beat her on the side of the head, to no avail. Jenna saw the man still had a sidearm, and his blood-covered hand was desperately trying to unholster it. She bit down harder, crushing bone and squirting blood on the walls. The man cried out feebly, and then went limp. For a moment Jenna stood with the dead man in her mouth, feeling triumphant. She had won, easily. She had overpowered an armed man with nothing but her naked body, and it hadn’t even been been much of a fight. The feeling of power was intoxicating, part of her wanted someone to be here as witness. But, Calvin wasn’t here, he was bringing a truck to the exit. So, she simply lowered herself so she could raise her head and let the dead guard slide down her throat, like so much meat had done before him.

1.10 Calvin

The big semi pulled up in front of the exit. Calvin backed it up so that the loading ramp was right in front of the door, no one would be able to see what was being loaded, not unless they walked right up to it. From the cabin, he opened the back doors and lowered the ramp. Through the rear camera, he saw the dinosaur come through the lab’s front doors, squeezing through and breaking apart the whole structure before walking into the opened trailer. When she did, the whole trailer moved, Calvin had to adjust the suspension settings to maintain some clearance. When she was inside, he closed the doors, raised the ramp, and slowly – painfully slowly – drove away.

There wasn’t really any proper ‘safe’ place for them to go, so Calvin simply drove towards where they would stand the best chance of hiding. To call any one area ‘disreputable’ was a bit ridiculous; most of the country was a combination of police state and lawlessness. Calvin took the truck to an area with disused warehouses, one of many dilapidated districts passed by decades of uneven economic development. He pulled over in one of the countless unlit streets. Massive buildings towered above, the sky bright with digital and holographic billboards and lights of more affluent districts. He walked around the trailer, made sure the coast was clear, then opened the doors.

“You drive like my mom.” Jenna said as she stepped out.

Calvin wasn’t worried about cameras. Nobody cared about monitoring this area, and even if they did, footage of a dinosaur would just get lost in the constant feed of bullshit videos and advertisements on the internet anyway. He looked around, trying to decide which of these buildings would be the best hideout. Jenna simply walked up to one of them and tore the doors open.

Calvin had hoped that this would be where they went their separate ways, but Jenna had other plans. He would have probably done the same in her position, he just didn’t want to be caught up in this any longer. He ended up buying furniture, lights, batteries, and other things needed to turn at least one of the warehouse rooms into something home-like. The bed wasn’t even really big enough, but it was a soft thing for her to lay part of herself on. And him, apparently. Jenna had been well-behaved most of the time, but she was getting frisky again once the bed was made. “Hmmm… how about it, mister Guzman?” She murred as she sat down behind Calvin, one forepaw on his crotch, the other caressing his chest. They were very lovely claws, he had to admit that. And, there wasn’t really any reason *not* to have sex, it wasn’t as though he would be more screwed one way or another.

Calvin threw his clothes on a heap and sat down on the edge of the bed. It still smelled of new, cheap fabric. His dinosaur partner leaned close and gently pushed him backwards with a fore claw, letting him fall on his back on the bed. She moaned softly as she positioned herself above him. He hadn’t even touched her yet, Calvin was curious what was so enjoyable. For a moment he simply looked up at the saurian chest, holding on to the fore claws resting on his shoulders. “So er…” He said. He craned his head to see her face, she was just smirking at him.

Then she lowered herself on him slowly. Her weight was suffocating, she had eaten thousands of pounds of fake meat, which had since become real meat, now pressing down on him. He could feel the muscles contracting and expanding, though there was a layer of pudge between them and him. He didn’t remember making that a priority. His hands were besides his head, pressed against the front area of her belly, his member was firmly pressed down by her belly. She was not putting all her weight on him; if she were, he’d have been looking as the back of his own head by now. She moved side to side, moaning softly, putting a bit more weight on him and pushing him further into the mattress. This was getting a bit uncomfortable, he couldn’t move at all. He tried struggling, but it achieved nothing, except elicit another slight surprised moan from Jenna.

The mass lifted off of him, and he took a deep breath. Calvin pushed himself up as the cheap mattress rebounded into its original shape. A fore claw immediately pushed him back to the bed. “We’re not done yet…” Jenna rumbled, grinning lazily. “I think we need to cement our new relationship, don’t you agree?” Calvin looked up at her, mouth slack. He wasn’t quite sure what she meant. The dinosaur shifted her position and held one massive hind claw close over Calvin. She grinned lazily. “Kiss it.” She said. “I think we can both agree I’ve grown a bit since we first met. Now I’m your mistress, and you will kiss my foot. And anything else I tell you to kiss.” The claw continued hovering over Calvin’s body. He hadn’t really considered this happening. He really liked the claw, but he didn’t like being threatened with it. “Can we talk about this?” He said, touching a toe with a hand. The skin around the pad felt smooth and firm, like thick leather. She responded by pressing the claw down slowly, but firmly, the middle claw ending on the top of his chest, the other toes pressing down on his arms. The pressure mounted slowly as he was again being pushed into the mattress, but it wasn’t a soft belly doing so this time. The large claw on middle toe was starting to dig into the skin, and he started feeling dizzy as he could not inhale. “Hrgmt.” Was all he could say without air. “What was that?” Jenna asked innocently, continuing to press down. “Hrmt.” Calvin was close to passing out, he felt something warm flowing down his neck. Then the pressure went away. He inhaled as though he had been underwater for too long. The claw was still there, resting on his chest, occasionally shifting when Jenna wiggled her toes slightly. Then she moved her foot so the pad of the middle toe was over his face, gently pressing down again. Calvin didn’t really have a choice anymore, he kissed the underside of her toe, too thankful to no longer be choking to think about much else. After this, Jenna again respositioned, taking her claw off of Calvin and placing the underside of her tail over his member. He guided his member in when she came down, before the oppressive weight of her body pressed his body into the bed once more. She started moving up and down slowly, obviously carefully, but the weight was still suffocating. Calvin timed his breaths to coincide with when the dinosaur moved up, bracing every time she came down. He kept his hands on the inside of her thighs. He couldn’t tell how much time had passed or was passing. Jenna filled his entire vision and sense of the world. Eventually he came, and judging by the growl and roar from above, Jenna came too. Calvin’s last thought before passing out was how she could possibly have been stimulated enough by his relatively small member.

1.11 Jenna

She had enjoyed the power she held over Calvin, she had relished in feeling her powerful claw push down on the frail human body. Feeling her own heavy mass move up and down over the much smaller man was amazing, simply the knowledge alone that she could squash him whenever she wanted was intoxicating. The member she was riding wasn’t large enough to reach deep into her, but it didn’t matter – simply the fact that she was so much larger than him was enough. They came roughly together, though hers lasted much longer, and by the time she moved off of him to lick his face, her ‘partner’ had passed out.

She lay there for a while, her head and upper torso on the bed, one fore claw around Calvin. She was not sated. Her lower half occasionally shifted, she flexed the large muscles of her thighs and calves idly. She wanted more than being a self-declared boss of a dump like this. Even though she had gotten the man next to her to call her mistress, the feeling that she was still a loser was creeping in; she had to become more than this somehow. She saw the torn bag of one of the items Calvin had bought, along with the product it showed a group of cheerful people smiling at the camera. It gave Jenna an idea.

A dozen men and women ran from the debris cloud, holographic advertisements popping up around them, quickly scanning their irises and showing them targeted ads, or if that wasn’t possible, showing generic ones. Behind them were screams and carnage, as shoppers were caught by the monster that had come in through the parking lot entrance. A lone mall cop emptied his sidearm into the creature, but it didn’t even notice him. It merely bit into him, lifted him up, and swallowed him whole. The creature moved fast, trashing everything in its path, running down and devouring dozens of terrified people. There seemed to be no end to its hunger, and every victim devoured made it slightly larger. Within minutes of the rampage starting, the creature had doubled in size, and thundered through the mall with heavy footsteps, leaving a trail of debris, smoke, and bloodstains.

Once everyone in the mall had either been devoured or escaped, Jenna smashed through one of the walls to get to the next area. Broken transparent plastic panels and display panels rained down around her as she left the mall and entered whatever was next to it. She had no idea what she would find, she hadn’t planned this in any detail. The neighboring area turned out to be more industrial, with fewer citizens scattered about, walking among steel pipes and tanks. People immediately started running, and Jenna was able to catch only a few before everyone was gone. She huffed, annoyed, looking around for more food. She saw an advertisement promoting cheap imitation hamburgers, the kind she had eaten her share of in the past. Supposedly the price had gone ‘down’ to five credits and ninety-nine credits. “Liars.” She thought to herself as she lumbered past the display. Then she paused. Turning her head sideways, she looked back at the corporate logo in the corner, noticing the same logo was printed on the tanks and the side of the building under it. She sniffed the pipes, they smelled of steel and not much else. “Do they make hamburgers in here? Would make sense, it’s just crap they squirt between two buns.” Jenna thought to herself as she walked along the pipes, following them to wherever they were going. She found the factory, little more than a number of steel reaction vats, pipe spaghetti, and a control booth. She caught one of the workers as they attempted to flee, the remainder fled back into the control booth, but the smell of something meat-like caught her attention. There was something in the vats that smelled vaguely like processed meat. There was a single spot where tanker trucks were loaded with whatever they were making here, a parking spot large enough for a large semi truck, and a moveable pipe they presumably used to fill them up with. She sauntered over to the loading spot, knocking over a parked motorcycle and trashing several pipes and machines. Jenna craned her head in the direction of the control booth and rumbled at them. “Turn it on!”

The workers inside looked at each other, confused. Jenna roared at them to get their attention again. “Turn it on and feed me whatever crap you’re making here, or I’m eating *you* instead!” The workers did something to the controls, and machines started whirring and pumping. Before long, a warm red sludge of cheap imitation meat came pouring out of the loading pipe. Jenna carefully moved her jaws around the pipe and let it flow into her throat. She only tasted the meat briefly, and it was bland. But soon the flow reached her belly, and started gradually increasing. Her whole body started expanding, all her skin at once felt tight, her form swelling with power. Her vantage point started rising slightly, aside from the machines of the factory, she heard the sounds of her own flesh stretching like a wet balloon. Her body was a raging fire, a mountain, rising higher and higher and wider and wider. Jenna’s eyes went wide as ecstasy overtook her. She felt herself becoming more, and more, and more, and she wanted it to never end. Jenna’s legs became weak with pleasure, she felt her nether region becoming moist, and she reached down with her fore arms. Her arms were now far too small to reach back that far, or rather, the rest of her had grown far too large. She moaned in pleasure and frustration as her lower area grew larger and thicker, massively thick and strong thighs rubbing against her swelling belly, her thick and heavy tail bumping into the side of the building, knocking over stone and steel.

Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end. The flow stopped, and Jenna pulled at the pipe in frustration. The machinery groaned, some parts broke, but the flow did not resume. She released the mangled pipe from her jaws, and it fell to the ground with a clang. Jenna looked at the main vats of the factory. It was possible there was more in them, but she would have to smash them open, and feeding from them directly would be a hassle. She didn’t want to be out here any longer than she had to; enforcers would come, and she was more interested in a meal than a fight. She turned around, lumbering out of the factory. Her tail lazily smashed millions of credits worth of machinery, she relished in the feeling of her body’s massive inertia, and the incredibly strength in her legs that allowed her to move. The sensations of her own massive body moving, the thunder of her heavy footfalls, the tremors traveling through her flesh, all further stimulated her. She was so horny, she had to get back to Calvin and have him service her. They would probably track her down, she was too large to hide now, but she didn’t care; she just had to get her fix, then get back to eating. After that it wouldn’t matter anymore if they found her.

She’d just kick their asses.

1.12 Calvin

He had woken up alone, feeling sore. The blood on his chest and neck had dried up, the small wound was covered with coagulated blood. He sat up and picked up his tablet. Nothing in his work inbox. Good, they still didn’t know. Chances were, they wouldn’t find out until morning. He should get out of the country before then. “Good thing they only try to keep people out, nobody cares about people leaving…” He’d have to get a used car of course, he’d never stay hidden in public transit with all the iris scanners everywhere. Calvin started going through his accounts, sending his money to a foreign e-bank. The truck was owned by the company; he had shut down its GPS and transponder but it would be immediately recognized at a checkpoint, so he couldn’t use it come morning, or outside the city. He pondered withdrawing all his money in cash when he heard a deep thumping; something large was approaching.

A giant head pushed the warehouse doors apart. The metal doors, only kept in place with duct tape, fell to the ground with a clang and a ringing. Jenna tried to push in, but she was just too large; even her neck was too thick and bent the wall. The beast let out a frustrated, bestial growl, then locked her eyes on Calvin. She spoke in her old voice, accompanied by a deep rumble.“Hey. Come outside.”

Calvin, shaking, walked outside. He tried putting his clothes on, but Jenna growled and told him he didn’t need clothes for this, so he simply obliged, naked. There was no one around outside; there hadn’t been before, no reason why they’d be there now. Jenna was enormous, over thirty metres long and heavily built. This was… largely what the military had asked for. He had seen computer simulations, and even though she had developed almost precisely as planned, it was still surreal seeing it. The alien nanites had constructed bones and tissues far stronger than anything naturally-occuring – as they had done in all the tests. Seeing a machine test a bone sample and quantify for you its amazing strength was one thing. Seeing a creature made possible by such amazing feats of biological engineering loom over you… was another.

“Hrrrrr…” The giant head lowered until its lower jaw was almost touching the ground, the underside of the neck spreading on the cracked parking lot. Her breath was hot, and her breathing fast – fast for a creature of her size anyway, she was clearly excited. “We need to get you erect.” She opened her jaws and extended her tongue. He could feel the enormous wet thing slide between his legs, caress the underside of his genitals, and curl up around his butt. Calvin was lifted up by the tongue, it pushed his legs apart, the hot wet mass so slippery he immediately grabbed hold of Jenna’s snout. He clung for dear life as she started moving her tongue back and forth, it and her hot breath made his entire body a wet slippery noodle. His feet found purchase on the dinosaur’s lower lip, he had to be careful to avoid stepping on the giant teeth. Jenna only went on for a brief while, until his erection was so hard it hurt.

She let him down, and gave him a kiss before she smirked and laid down, rolling over on her back. Calvin climbed onto her with some difficulty; her hide was smooth and he was wet and slippery. He heard a murr and rumble by the time he was sitting on the underside of her tail. Calvin’s weight barely made much of an impression on Jenna’s thick hide. He could see the top of her head over the dome that was her belly; she blew him a kiss, probably. “This is silly, how are you even going to notice me?” Calvin still didn’t get it. He laid down over her slit, inserting his penis. It wasn’t quite a hallway, but still, he wasn’t reaching any of the sensitive flesh further down, let alone her clitoris. He could probably reach it with his hands, but it was probably best to wait for her to say so. Calvin started humping. It was an odd experience, like having sex with a supersized leather couch that had a slit in it. He pushed as hard as he could, and for some reason Jenna was rumbling contently. He looked up and saw her looking back at him, grinning. “Keep going.” She rumbled. Calvin obliged. Her legs were moving slowly, toes curling and uncurling. After several minutes of humping what was effectively the ground, Calvin came though simple mechanical stimulation. Not long thereafter, Jenna roared and came as well. Calvin was puzzled what had happened, but he was too tired to care very hard. He slid off her tail, landing on the dirty parking lot with his wet naked feet. “Hey, wait.” Calvin was walking back to the warehouse when Jenna called to him. He turned to see her rolling over on her side, reaching out with her comparatively tiny fore claws, as though asking for a hug. Calvin really wanted to get going, he didn’t have time for an after-sex cuddle, but he still wasn’t in a position to say no. He started walking back to Jenna when he heard the high-pitched whine of an approaching turbine.

|1.13

The gunship pilot maneuvered his craft between the tall buildings towards the target. The display showed a thermal image of the target and its location. The sensor feed was coming from a drone further up, the gunship itself was all guns and missiles and just enough fuel to get to the target and back. Red triangles on the display indicated approaching friendly ground forces. The gunship turned the last corner to find the creature on its side on a parking lot between old warehouses. The craft’s gunner confirmed target using the neural link – a formality, that only took a fraction of a second – and upon receiving confirmation, opened fire. A stream of depleted uranium and laser-guided missiles streaked towards the creature. A cloud of red mist formed where hundreds of slugs vanished into the target. Missiles exploded exploded against the target’s side. The sensor reading became a blur. “Command confirm thermal reading, I’m seeing a very diffuse signature, thermal targeting disabled.” The pilot sent a digital request for a radar image instead. Between the city’s structures it would be inaccurate but it was better than nothing. Smoke clouds obscured his view of the creature, making it briefly impossible to fire laser guided missiles. But something else was wrong, he couldn’t hear his gunner. The pilot pressed the button for the old-fashioned intercom and received nothing but static. Then displays started failing. The smoke was clearing and he saw the creature had gotten to its feet, coming this way. The image was blurred, but the pilot could make out no injuries. The craft’s guns started firing again, wildly spraying slugs in the direction of the creature. Those slugs that struck the creature caused wounds that rapidly healed. Error messages started flooding the remaining displays. The targeting laser was malfunctioning. The gun synchronization and stabilization systems were malfunctioning. The last thing the pilot read was the thrust vector system malfunctioning.

-

The ground force moved slower, but still at a respectable pace. Several tanks led a force of a thousand cybernetic troopers on foot. None of the men in the force had free will, none cared if they lived or died, none had any thoughts other than fulfilling the mission. The force was ordered to march to attack a target in a certain location, but the location kept changing. Following a trail of destruction left by the creature, the force chased their quarry through the city. They encountered few survivors. Eventually they found their prey in an open area; an impossibly large bipedal dinosaur, feasting on spectators of a gladiatorial arena. The troops fanned out, taking cover behind pieces of debris and vehicles, while the tanks simply opened fire with their main guns. The creature stepped down from the ruined stadium, each step causing a tremor. It roared, and if there were glass windows anywhere in the area, they would have shattered. The troops received the order to fire, and in unison unloaded their weapons. Guided rockets failed to launch but machine guns fired just fine. Most projectiles hit, and did absolutely no damage whatsoever. The creature lumbered towards the tanks, and simply stepped on them one by one, biting on to the barrel of the last one and ripping the entire turret off. The cybernetic troops collectively screamed and entered a suicidal frenzy once the creature came close, tearing their own skulls apart with their cybernetically enhanced arms, putting guns to their own heads, or detonating their own grenades. Once the force was dealt with, the monster simply moved on. The city beckoned like a free buffet.

-

On the holo display, the assembled staff observed the battle. A dozen men in various uniforms sat at a dark transparent table, numerous displays on, above, and around the table showing the battle, the creature, and various units in the area. None of the decorated men betrayed much emotion. “Send a force to secure the premises of our bio engineering contractor, and have their personnel rounded up and brought to the facility. I want to know how *our* bio weapon ended up loose on our own streets.” The general rubbed his temples with his eyes closed, he couldn’t look at the images any more.

“And then execute them?” One of his aides offered in a neutral voice. The general looked at his aide, some contempt in his eyes. The young man had a faint, but wicked grin on his face that the general detested.

“No, then we produce another one – one that we can control.” The general tapped a button on the display next to his chair. The main display changed to show the entirety of Zubronia, with Edria the capitol, and the creature right in the middle. The map ended with the ‘contested territories’, a five-hundred kilometer strip around the border, going into virtually all neighboring countries. Several red dots floated high over the territory in a rough string. “Units seven and eight will be in range momentarily. Commence de-orbit burn when appropriate.”

Other members of the assembly gasped, or whispered, but none dared counter the general.

-

Up in orbit, an ugly amalgamation of modules and pipes rotated, pointing a cluster of thrusters in the direction it orbited. Below was the Tustrium Expanse, the toxic wasteland that comprised most of the Zubronia nation. In the distance, the Edria Zone was visible from space as a sea of light, the city that had overtaken and absorbed countless smaller ones into a single vast sea of decaying technology. The thrusters fired, gimbals constantly adjusting to land the payload precisely where it was needed. Once spent, the thrusters and accompanying tankage separated, drifting away from the main body to partially burn up in the atmosphere, and partially crash near the target and cause collateral damage. Solar panels were discarded too, they would not survive re-entry and would not be needed regardless. Flames started licking the heat shield as the craft hit the atmosphere, and soon it was wreathed in flame. Once it had slowed down enough, the heat shield detatched and crude fins deployed, guiding the craft further while round containers on the craft started glowing red internally. And finally, once the massive buildings came into view, the craft fired its rockets. Green flames erupted from a trio of nozzles, the insides of which started ablating slowly. The craft decelerated more quickly than any human-built craft had a right to, releasing the last of its support structure and stretching out three spider-like legs to land deftly amidst the burning ruins and slagged remains of the cityscape it had just bathed in radioactive fire. Guns deployed from the side and scanners activated as the machine started hunting its prey.

1.14 Jenna

She was devouring everything. After she had accidentally swallowed a car, Jenna discovered she could digest it just as easily as she could meat. She was briefly angry with herself for going through so much trouble to find proper ‘food’, she set about eating as much as she could, including vehicles and small buildings. It tasted awful and the metal left small cuts in her mouth, but the wounds healed instantly and the bigger she grew, the less it hurt her. She scooped up a truck like it was nothing, then an entire section of street, panicked citizens, cars, tarmac and all. A falling star caught her attention. They weren’t meant to be green. The object landed near her, in an area she had just fed upon. A second object wasn’t far behind. She slowly turned and walked towards the first landing site, relishing how her thunderous footsteps drowned out every other sound in the city and caused visible tremors in the buildings.

She started walking through the smoke – most of it her own making, but not all – and found a small insect-like machine perched in a glowing crater. Everything here felt unpleasantly warm, and she saw scores of bodies in a wide area on the ground. They had survived her rampage, but whatever this thing was emitting had killed them even more efficiently. She moved to challenge this new invader when it quickly spun around and fired at her. A red beam and a stream of projectiles erupted and peppered her face. She closed her eyes and backed away, letting her side and rear soak up the damage. The projectiles must have been larger than milk bottles, and probably depleted uranium or something worse, and while each projectiles was a mere pin prick, she had no intention of being a pin cushion. There was a roar – not hers – and something flew overhead, landing on the roof of a building near her. The insect machine resumed firing from its new perch, downwards this time. Closing her eyes again, Jenna turned away and slammed her tail into the building. It hurt, but the building hurt even more. It immediately started to crumble as the middle section gave way. The machine was slightly too slow with firing its engines, causing it to be struck by a piece of debris. It flew off, but unsteadily, landing in an unfortunate spot on a small factory, legs becoming entangled in pipes and cables. A second machine arrived, landing on the other side of Jenna, and started its attack.

Seeing an opportunity, Jenna lumbered towards the trapped insect machine, soaking up laser fire and countless projectiles, but getting close enough to bite the enemy and crush it in her jaws. She immediately let the remains fall out of her mouth; she had no intention to swallow any of it. The second machine jumped through the air and landed somewhere behind her. She decided to run forward, towards a cluster of skyscrapers. She again knocked a building over, and turned around, taking cover behind a different building. The machine, its vision obscured by the dust and debris cloud, jumped closer, onto the street between buildings. Jenna roared and charged, not allowing her enemy time to withdraw. It fired its weapons and started lifting off when the dinosaur got close, but she halted its rise by putting one mighty hind claw on it and crushing it to the ground. Her wounds still healing, Jenna let out a mighty bellow and resumed her gorging.

She devoured more small buildings, sections of larger ones, and eventually she attacked the skyscrapers themselves. They would collapse after the first bite, but that only made the remains easier to eat. The metal beams were still unpleasant and painful to eat, but the bliss of her continued expansion was more than enough to make it worthwhile. Jenna stopped paying too much attention to her surroundings, other than what she planned to put in her mouth. She crashed through the city, casually walking into buildings, damaging or even knocking them over without a second thought. She could still feel every part of her body expanding, even with her mind having great difficulty truly grasping just how massive she was. She could see that she was growing taller than the skyscrapers now, because that’s where her eyes were. But exactly how high that was, she didn’t know. Because of her inertia, she had to almost plan her movements ahead of time, and once she was going, she was committed. Not that that was a problem, as there was nothing that could stand in her way. If she misjudged a distance and her foot landed on a building, it was the building that paid the price. In her intoxicated state she devoured more and more, eating entire sections of skyscrapers, sections of ground, and whatever was on or under them. She had no idea if she was still killing or eating people, or where Calvin was. She was so large now, people weren’t even a relevant meal for her anymore. Jenna briefly felt sorry she had essentially ‘lost’ Calvin. Even if he had survived, she wouldn’t be seeing him again, he’d most likely be fleeing the country. It was a shame, since he was probably the only one who would enjoy her lording over him, who thought she was attractive. She actually really would like to have him back right now, roll on her back and have him service her. The idea of the tiny man completely dwarfed by her genitals aroused her, they could do the same thing again, only more extreme. She kept eating. She dwarfed the buildings now, she was truly a monster. Probably even a nuclear weapon would be useless against her. She had won, or so she thought. She rumbled happily, getting ready to devour the next skyscraper, when she spotted movement, and a shadow fell over her…

Alrighty, the last pic for this sequence. It's not the most interesting pose or composition, but it really gets the character of this dino across well I think.

Next I'm writing the story, look for that sometime later this week. Once I've done that, I will figure out what the next thing is going to be. A couple of ideas are competing right now, I may need to make them fight in an arena.

(Also, jeez, over a third of patrons were fraud accounts? Damn, this is getting ridiculous.)

There's going to be a mech vs kaiju battle in the story, but I didn't want it to be a standard robotmans mech.

This thing is inspired by an american cold war era cruise missile experiment. The idea being that a nuclear ramjet could power a nuclear cruise missile, give it infinite range, *and* kill everyone in a wide area with its unshielded reactor.
This mech is similar - it is partially based off of alien tech, but they were unable to reverse-engineer the reactors so they had to build it with an unshielded fission reactor.
They lift them into orbit in pieces, assemble them there, and can deorbit them onto an enemy country whenever, wherever they want. Even if the enemy defeats it, they will suffer heavy casualties due to the radiation alone.
Its armament is conventional, but it has nuclear ramjets that allow it to land, and fly short distances. It is not expected to survive a deployment, and is equipped with a non-nuclear self-destruct system.
The craft is piloted by remote. (The craft's interior is shielded from radiation, but once it's been activated, it's impossible to get out without soaking up a lethal dose.)

also: I updated the image in post 07, I think it looks better balanced with a slightly larger right thigh.

This one was fun to do. I may come back though and tweak the right thigh, I'm not quite 100% it is the right thickness.

Next up: rampaging!

Still making minor tweaks to previous pics, but I'll hold off on uploading those until I'm really finally done with them.

I may come back and change this one slightly in the future. I've been looking at it too long to be able to make positive changes. This will be the new pic 02, so the next picture I'll be doing is pic 05.

Also included is an edited version of pic 04, moved the eye a little bit.

I had a lot of fun with this one. I'm not 100% happy with it, but it's time to move on. I may make some minor tweaks to the human figures once my eyes have looked at something else for a while.

Maybe the series needs a picture between 01 and 02, maybe there should be a feeding scene in between.

Also included is an edited version of pic 02, I forgot the dewclaw earlier.

Also included is edited version of pic 01.

Haven't come up with a title yet, though the plot is pretty much in my head now.

I may edit this picture in the future, nits will certainly be picked.

I'm unable to add multiple polls to a single post, so here is a seperate post with a second poll:

What should creature X from the previous plot poll be?

Now that I've figured out how the polling system works, it's time to run a proper one.

Here are a few ideas for the next project.

plot:

1: A genetics experiment in a major city goes 'wrong', resulting in a rapidly-growing X escaping and rampaging through the city. (growth, vore, destruction, stomping.) Illustrated story, where I will use real photos of cityscapes as backgrounds.

2: A female X working at a theme park gives rides to children for a living. She encounters a health inspector and tries to flirt with him in various ways. (silliness, romance? sex probably) I could make her a were-X and have her try to flirt with the guy in human form 'incognito' too. Short Illustrated story.

3: A scientist takes pity on one of the test subjects at a laboratory - a small X created from a comatose woman- when he finds out she is scheduled for termination. He helps her escape, and a 'relationship' forms as they flee from armed goons, and she rapidly starts growing. (growth, vore, sex, destruction, stomping.) Illustrated story.

4: Draw single unconnected pictures for a while, and run a poll each time to give people some choice for what the next picture will be. (Various) Single images.

Dinos should remain professional and not attempt to flirt with their riders.

I'm just trying out the polling system here, both to see how it works, and how many people will actually vote.

I will make a simple pencil sketch and post it here and to other places. (I won't charge for it, and you won't be charged for this post either.)

What should I draw?

Time to start thinking about how they're going to raise a couple billion offspring. And that wraps up this sequence!

Thanks everyone who supported it, I will make a post soon about the next project!

I'm sure they won't bill her or something.

A bit of a compromise. I wanted to do something of a POV shot, but that would have been a bit awkward since none of the other shots are like that. So I tried to draw it sort-of from her perspective, but from just behind her head so it is still in shot. It turned out... ok, I think.

I have some ideas for future pics (including POVs) though, and I'm really looking forward to the next project, which I'm going to be posting an announcement on soonish.

(I'm posting this with June in the title, since it's not yet July in the US at the time of posting.)

There is probably a metaphor for deadbeat dads running from their responsibility in there.

Or maybe just SB singing "a wave of babies".

It's like popcorn!

Also included is an edit of page 13. Some eggs may be on the way...

She's like a self-inflating bouncy castle!

It kinda looked better in my head.

Not quite sure what these guys are thinking, but, can't argue with the results.

This was another spot I could have included some cameos, but there were no takers. Maybe I'll find another use for this setup later.

I wanted to redesign Silvy a little bit, the red frills are an improvement I feel like. Maybe I should draw lingerie on her someday.

A breath of fresh air! (and debris)

Who needs that stupid cave thing anyway.

Real estate is about to get real broken.

Incoming!

Gonna be bursting out of the cave pretty soon, I think.

Had to draw something different, even if it's not *that* different. Inspired by the 'Beluga' xenomorph from ALIEN Covenant. (haven't seen the movie itself, probably won't.)

Also included is a version with a human face. And blood. Because creepyNOPE is fun.

If people are interested enough (perhaps not likely, but still...) I could do more with her in the future, like a TF sequence or something.

Also included are a few edits of previous pictures, where I forgot a few things.

First cameo, Guy9...

Woops.

Maybe this is too many panels and not enough space between them for one page, makes it a bit cluttered. I'll try to space them out more in the future.

Use mad science responsibly!

And so it starts. The growth and pregnancy and all the other good stuff will start on the next page. She's going to change to quadruped pretty soon too.

edit: patreon appears to be mildly broken again, the LR image wasn't saved properly it seems. I can only add it to the attatchments now so look for it there.

Alright, I've finally settled on the next project. The growing critter is going to be another dragoness, she will be introduced on the next page.

For anyone who has pledged at the $5 tier: You can have a character make a brief cameo (one panel) if you want. I can have your character have sex with the dragoness, there are slots for a 'milking machine', or you can have your character be smothered, licked, etc. (No vore or unbirth, there will be no fatalities or cruelty.)

Please let me know what you guys think!

(this post is free)

Next up is finishing the story...

Something to give you pause.

Next one may be a few days as I'll be away for a bit.

Also edited perspective on some of the background for pic 04.

Going a bit faster with the growth than expected, I may need to add some in-betweens to stretch this sequence to the planned 10 pics.

I really hope I can get this sequence going at a good clip, but I keep going back to edit things.

And here is picture 2.

I think I'm going to go with a story where the reader is the lucky person who is with her. That way, they can decide for themselves what they are like. If anyone has thoughts on that, please let me know.

Hopefully this will be the start of a nice sequence. I may write a story around it if I end up especially liking it.

I made three versions: silver, silver and gold, and gold.

If anyone has an opinion on which version looks best, let me know!

Spent waaay too long on this one. But it was worth it, I think. <3

Also included is an edited version of the mermaid lady.

I was trying to come up with something I could put giant breasts on without it impeding mobility, and finally a mermaid dawned on me. I want to do another picture of her, where her breasts are visible; this pose is neat, but it does make her breasts look a bit odd now that her nipples aren't visible.

Also included is an edited version of the centaur lady.

Another picture of the large centaur lady.

*fingers crossed*

Had to draw a bear.

Someday I will come up with something better than 'character blows kiss at viewer'. Today is not that day.

I may add some more in-betweens for this, it's a pretty big jump.

Really happy with how this one turned out - though I did draw it over an existing photo. Really good practice though.

I'm currently struggling to find inspiration so I'll also be drawing a bunch of different things and posting those instead of sequences. I already have one finished picture and a few bits and pieces...

I'll be doing a bear growth/WG/sex sequence next. She doesn't have a name yet, it should be something cute.

And that's it for this comic. I have something in mind for the next project, but I'm keeping it a secret for a bit longer until I've worked out the details. I will keep you all suspended in jello.

That's how planets work, right?

Going into megamacro territory...

And that's it for the submarine. Still dunno if it was a good idea, but... eh.

We're all living in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yello- aaaaah!

Some mass UB, and moving on to bigger stuff after this.

Time for some underwater stuff.

Not quite sure about this page. A POV unbirth canal trip is not really my thing so it's hard for me to judge if it 'works'. If people have suggestions for such pages in the future let me hear them.

Witty comment here.

Really happy with how this one came out.

Best laid plans of men and mice and magic maffia.

So much more to ... see, out there.

First of the big ones...

Alrighty, about to hit the 20 page mark, after which the second chapter of the comic starts. That part will contain some liquid inflation, I think...

btw, so many fake accounts to prune. Roughly a third of the pledges were fake. x.x

Things getting a little crazy from here.

A new challenger arrives!

This page was a lot more fun to do, scenery makes a huge difference for that it seems.

I think I'm gonna move events to an exterior area, the arctic feeling is a bit lost inside, and I don't want her to get stuck there. :p

Whoops.

Gaaaah too sloooow. I'm so stupidly distracted. @.@

Lots of ideas for other things though.

Not entirely happy with this page, I may edit it at some point.

Still super sloooow progress. I need to seriously get back into it.

This page took far longer than it had any right to. I really need to get more focussed...

This is the shape I was thinking to have her start off at. I think the sleek look works for an aquatic dragon, I haven't really decided yet how she would develop later on. Frills and horns would be a bit problematic as they interrupt the flow of water. Any ideas?

I've thought long and hard about what the next project is going to be, and I think I've settled on the following:

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Siren's Song

Sirena, a small quadrupedal orca-dragoness, uses her magical song to lure prey to her, then she unbirths them. Every time she does so, she grows larger and fatter.

This will take place in and around an arctic fantasy city.

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Does this sound good to everyone? Anyone have important things to tell me before I start?

Woohoo! The biggest comic I've ever done is finished! The story will perhaps be continued as a written story but not a comic.

I'll try to do a free sketch stream later tonight to celebrate. First though, food.

I feel like the roar would be so loud on this page, it is deafening - meaning no sound effects is probably best? What do you guys think?

Working on the last page now...

We're on the final stretch for this particular comic now!

I still haven't decided on the next project though, but it has to be something a lot of people like. Unfortunately most people don't participate in polls so it's hard to guess... Generally dragons are a safe bet but I can't do dragons all the time.

Growing dragon butt!

It begins!

Woot, page 50!

Cue Mortal Combat music.

Dinner is served... But who is dinner?

Okay, here's what's going to happen in the third and last part of this comic. There is going to be another giant creature ambush, a brief fight involving vore, then a longer sex/growth scene.

The ending isn't decided on yet, but people probably are more interested in the growth and sex than the story anyway. It has to not break the setting because there will be more stories set in it in the future.

We're approaching the climax of this story arc, do you guys have a preference on how I should end it? Another sex/growth scenario? A fight? An eating rampage?

This just had to be in the comic.

Rar. And stuff.

I wanted to draw a scene like this at some point in the comic, probably some people in the vore crowd will like it? Let me know if anyone has strong feelings for or against this sort of thing in the comic.

Yay, a bit of a milestone I think! This is now officially the longest-running comic I've ever drawn.

First time ever I've drawn this sort of thing, so bear with me.

I've tried to incorporate recent feedback in this page. Also I edited page 32 again based on feedback, included here as attatchment.

It turns out my monitor isn't a good yardstick for what things will look like on other people's monitors.

Therefore, I have a few questions:

Which version of page 32 do you prefer, the darker one or the lighter one?

In general, would you like the pictures to be lighter, darker, or are they just fine?

(This post is a redo of page 32, you will not be charged for it.)

Did it again! I can keep a schedule!

Thanks everyone who pledged, you're making this possible. =)

What ever shall they do with all that...

More underwater stuff will happen later!

Next meal: a small fat dinosaur that tries to eat Anthony, as requested.

I don't know what I was thinking when I drew her in that pose. Sorry about that, my head wasn't in the game. But, the first new location in the setting is introduced! (Sort of)

I don't know if I will be able to draw 10 pages this month but I will do my best.

Chances are, there will be more eatings next month. People at the $5 tier can offer suggestions here. I do need to fit it into the story somewhere; it needs to fit both physically and thematically.

And that's 10! I can keep a promise!

Also attatched are slightly edited versions of earlier pages that I seem to be unable to reupload.

Boomf happened. I always wanted to do growth with this type of 'vore'. And that's only one of the creatures...

Noms happened.

edit: Derp. Why did no one tell me I had forgotten Anthony's tail? XP

People, thanks for supporting me through november!

I'm sorry I didn't make it to the promised 10 posts this month, but then I did start late in the month so overall I think I did allright.

If you people have any suggestions, please do let me know, either by responding to a post, or send me a private message.

Kirissa will soon be large enough to eat things. If there is something you'd like to see her eat, you can post it here. ($5 patrons only)

It must be organic, and it needs to be possible for me to work into the story somehow. If it is particularly large, it may be a while until Kirissa is large enough to eat it.

Kirissa Tith (Tiny Tith, Kris)

Species: swamp dragon

Size: 1 foot in length

Age: approximately 20 years (plus 80 years in stasis)

Sex: female

Orientation: straight

Hungry, horny, misschievious.

History

Members of this species of dragon typically grow to thirty feet in length. Kirissa however grew up in captivity, and was deliberately kept small by her owner, an evil wizard who tried to sell her in his exotic pet store.

Kirissa escaped her cage, but the same night was caught in a stasis trap in a nearby cave. There she remained, frozen in time for eighty years until Anthony freed her. The following weeks she fell madly in love and lust with Anthony, who was initially reluctant but was eventually won over.

Personality

At face value Kirissa seems cheerful and bubbly, almost naive, but she carries some baggage from past experiences. She loves to indulge in food, entertainment, and sex, and likes to play (harmless) pranks on Anthony. Kirissa has no real long-term plans; she intends to stay with Anthony and see what happens. She hates her small size; only Anthony is allowed to call her 'Tiny Tith' and even then she doesn't like it.

Desire to Grow

Having been magically stunted in size, Kirissa has always been at the mercy of others. She appreciates Anthony looking out for her, but wishes she could be the one looking after him for a change. She would love nothing better than to be larger, to be less at the mercy of others, for her self esteem, and to be a better partner for Anthony. This desire to be larger and more powerful has become an urge unto itself, and she has no concept of 'too large' - in her mind, larger is better. She would like to be in charge for a change.

I'll try to put up character bios for Kris and Anthony soon. The comic might benefit from the characters being more fleshed out. (You won't be charged for those posts.)