Teasing Hash with a Size Ray

Hey everyone! 

Got another WIP tease to share with you all today! These last few weeks have been hitting me really hard at work so I haven't been able to be nearly as productive as I wanted to be. But i did get inspired last weekend and churned out about 5,000 words to tease a friend of mine, Hash, which is one of my favorite passtimes. 

The story isn't finished yet, but i did have to put it aside now that I'm at least a bit back in the groove to try to get some of these outstanding commissions done. but there's enough here i think you all will enjoy it. Plus, now you'll be waiting to see what else happens. <3

Because, who wouldn't want to see what happens when a certain dragon and his cat friend steal a size ray from a science lab and start abusing it for their own fun and amusement?

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Teasing Hash with a Size Ray

By Dragonien

"Dude, you actually stole it?!" 

The feline stared up at the much larger red dragon with wide eyes; a mixture of fear and anticipation plastered across his face. The dragon, meanwhile, couldn't possibly have looked more pleased with himself. Smugly he hefted the large, gunmetal-gray device in his hand to show it off to his feline audience. The device itself at first glance looked almost like some cheap plastic toy you would find at the dollar store; some silly little ray gun that made low quality zapping sounds when you pulled the trigger only someone had decided to make a high quality custom version out of premium metallic materials rather than plastic. 

"Damn right I did." Dragonien bragged smugly, the heavy length of his serpentine tail unable to resist swishing behind him and betraying his own excitement. "Can't expect those eggheads in the physics department to make something badass like this and not have someone else find out about it. Can you believe they were just using it to make fruit big and shit? I mean, don't get me wrong, end world hunger and all that is cool but... you know. Instead, we could do hot shit like this."

Suddenly Hash found himself staring down the barrel of the strange looking device. His fur bristled and his ears flattened against his head as he realized what was about to happen. the spotted cat didn't even have a chance to form a complete word of protest before the still-grinning dragon had pulled the trigger. When he did, the device seemed to whir quietly for a split second before abruptly discharging a constant stream of emerald green energy from the barrel that seemed to engulf the cat, clothes and all, in a faint green aura. Knowing the dragon like he did and all the things the fantasies the dragon teased him about both in person and online, Hash was utterly terrified that he was about to find himself suddenly doll-sized in a pile of now-giant clothes. To his surprise he, instead, saw the whole room sucking inwards as if the walls were closing in around him. The whole room seemed to be dipping lower and pulling towards him, the dragon included, as Hash watched his perspective rising higher and higher into the air. Where normally he was lucky if he was eye level with the bottom of the unnaturally tall dragon's chest when he stood on his tiptoes after only a few moments of the device bathing Hash in that green light the cat found himself looking DOWN at Dragonien! 

Even after the dragon let go of the trigger the effect lingered for several seconds. Hash's elevating perspective slowed its ascent only to come to an abrupt stop when he felt his head smack against something hard and he was forced to duck down in surprise. When he looked up his eyes went wide at the realization of what he had hit. The ceiling! In the span of less than fifteen seconds he had to have at least doubled his height and was now slightly taller than his room's elevated 10-foot ceiling! Hash was surprised to find his clothing had grown with him, reaching down to pat at his loose-fitting hoodie and torn jeans as if making sure they were still fully intact. To his relief and amusement they fit him just as well as they had before! Now they were just... bigger.

Dragonien, meanwhile, casually twirled the device on his finger after blowing on the barrel. Doing his best imitation of some old cowboy gunslinger he tried to stuff the device into his jean-shorts pocket like a holster, only to curse under his breath when he missed and the fumbled device fell to the floor. Quickly crouching down to scoop it back up and trying to pretend like he hadn't just done that, he turned his attention back to the cat now looming above him.

"Hah. the look on your face. "Dragonien teased. "You were all like 'oh god no he's gonna make me ant sized' haha."

Hash's expression morphed into a frown at the taunting. Then, an idea struck him and his lips twisted into a grin. Suddenly he was reaching out and grabbing at the top of Dragonien's head with his now much bigger hand, nearly palming all of the dragon's skull in his meaty paw. 

"Big talk from such a short dragon." Hash retorted, snickering as Dragonien reached his free hand up to try to pull Hash's arm free. "I think I like looking down at you."

Even though Hash had a significant height advantage, Dragonien was still both well-muscled and stronger than he looked. Hash had always been pretty easily overpowered by the dragon, being barely 2/3 his size, so always already been overwhelmed by Dragonien. Now, though, he found himself surprised by how much of a fight the 'small' dragon was putting up. Thankfully his superior size and longer reach mostly evened the playing field, but what Hash had expected to be an easy victory quickly devolved into a wrestling match. Dragonien had almost shoved Hash's hand off of his head, only to have the cat replace it with the other one. Despite the struggle that the dragon was putting up, just the fact that Hash was holding his own much less seeming to have a bit of an advantage was starting to get him a little hot and bothered. Wasn't every day he got to feel this big or bully the guy who until about 2 minutes ago was the biggest guy he knew.  When Dragonien seemed fed up with the cat's teasing, the arm with the size ray started to raise up with the clear intent to use it again.

"Oh no you don't!" Hash exclaimed!

The cat wasn't quite ready to surrender his height advantage and quickly jerked out his free arm to grab the wrist of the size ray-wielding arm. The two pushed and shoved against each other, starting to stumble back and forth in their fight until Hash shoved with all his weight hard enough to make Dragonien stumble back and slam against the wall behind him. The impact left a small dent in the drywall, though didn't seem to do any damage to the dragon thankfully. In response, Dragonien braced himself against the wall and shoved Hash back just as hard! The much larger cat, still unwieldy and unused to his new size, stumbled backwards and lost his balance. unwilling to let the dragon go, though, his firm grip on Dragonien's forearms dragged the dragon down right on top of him! His ass slammed down on top of his bed: the combined weight of the dragon and enlarged cat more than enough to cause the frame to buckle and crack in half beneath them. 

"I'll... show you... short!" The dragon growled, trying to pull his arms free from Hash's grip even as he squirmed around atop the prone cat.

"Fat... Chance, shorty! When I get that thing I'm gonna make you my new pet lizard!" Hash hissed back. 

Eventually Hash got his legs and elbows underneath him to push off the bed and flip over; shoving Dragonien down onto his back and using his superior weight to pin the dragon down onto the mattress. With his knees pressing down on the dragon's legs Hash lay his side down on the dragon's left arm; pinning it beneath his upper body to free both of Hash's hands up. Still holding Dragonien's other wrist with one hand, Hash began trying to use his newly freed hand to pry the dragon's fingers off of the size ray. Eyes a bit wide at the realization that he was losing this wrestling match, Dragonien squirmed all the harder beneath the overwhelming mass of the cat. Just as Hash was getting most of his fingers off of the device, the back of his palm brushing against several of the small controls built into the side of it, the dragon tried to jerk his arm to the side in hopes of pulling it free with the sudden movement. Instead of pulling free, Hash's hand clamped down harder and held it in place and the jerking motion instead caused the dragon's fingers to dig into the handle once more. All save for the finger still wedged into the trigger guard, which promptly clamped down the trigger. 

A flash of green light, much sharper and brighter than the previous dull drizzle of emerald energy sparked from the barrel of the gun. The concentrated ball of whatever energy the device generated shot out of the barrel which, at the moment, had been unintentionally pointed right at Hash's shoulder. The shock of the energy slamming into him caused the cat's entire body to seize up for several moments, giving Dragonien plenty of time to reaffirm his grip on the device and even pull his arm free. The downside, though, was that the reason for Hash's hesitation and shock was the sudden flood of power surging through him. The moment that now familiar green aura had spread from the impact point on Hash's shoulder to cover his entire body, the cat began to grow. Fast.

Within seconds even down on all fours Hash's back smacked against the ceiling of his dorm room. It was a good thing that Dragonien was able to use the time Hash was stunned to squirm free as, if he'd still been underneath Hash's torso or legs the sudden increase of weight probably would have crushed him! With the effect being so much stronger this time, Hash was struggling to do little more than purr out his approval at the blissful tingle that filled his body like a full-body electric massage. Add on top of that the feeling of his foot stretching out to pin his dresser to the wall only to break it apart moments later; the feeling of his elbow and arm pressing against his desk until it shattered into pieces a split second before his arm grew straight through the wall itself, and any number of a dozen smaller sensations of how easily his increasing size and mass was demolishing the room around him and it was all Hash could do not to simply moan aloud in sheer lustful bliss. So lost in his own sudden overwhelming stimulation and sense of power was he that he didn't even notice the dragon diving his way through the window to his dorm like some scene out of an action movie just before Hash's hip would have grown big enough to block access to it. 

By the time Dragonien had rolled his way to safety onto the manicured lawn of the college dorm's quad, Hash was finally starting to sit himself up. His head and shoulders smashed through the second floor, then the third; sending a wave of dust and debris out into the courtyard and more than a few terrified college kids running and screaming out of the building. The green glow was finally starting to fade, though it had already done its damage as Hash then began to stand up. The rest of the middle section of the three-story building collapsed around him as he pushed himself up to his feet, sending more debris and even a couple of his dorm-mates who had ended up clinging to the giant cat's clothes for fear of falling onto a lower floor, tumbling down to the ground below. As the growth slowed to a stop Hash found himself standing in the now much smaller dormitory area of his college with the 3-story dorm building barely as tall as his waist: leaving Hash easily at least a fifty-foot-tall if not a bit more!

"Holy shit I'm huge! Whoa, is that my voice?" Hash exclaimed, only to surprise himself by the sheer volume of his own voice. it sounded like he was speaking through a loudspeaker!

By now most of the rest of the occupants of both Hash's dorm and the other dorm buildings had either filed outside or were leaning out of their windows to see what the commotion was all about. Neither the car not dragon thought any of them would have expected to see that somewhat scrawny cat suddenly towering over all of them at several stories tall. Which is when the screaming and running began. Not everyone ran, mind you. A few people hung around either out of paralyzing fear or, for a few, surprising or even confusing attraction to the enlarged cat. Hash, for his part, soaked up the attention. Even the screams brought a giddy grin to his face. Silly, weird fantasies he thought would only ever exist in his head or in text on the internet were suddenly coming through for him. He was too distracted by the sheer enjoyment of seeing everyone and everything around him looking so puny to him that he didn't even seem to realize he was rock hard and, thanks to his new size, pretty much anyone on campus could look out a window and see his erection straining the front of his torn, now-giant jeans. And then his eyes settled back on the dragon once more and his lips twisted into a wicked grin.

Dragonien, for his part, had been smart to scamper his way to the far side of the dormitory quad while Hash was extricating himself from the now-ruined remains of his own dorm. Not that it would do him a whole lot of good, though. to Hash's new height the few dozen yards could have been crossed in several long strides with ease. When Dragonien saw Hash's gaze lock on him again he glared up at the cat; knowing full well all the mischievous ideas of comeuppance and dominance that must be rolling through Hash's head at the thought of getting his hands on a toy-sized dragon. When Hash started to shift forward, taking a half step towards the dragon, Dragonien raised his arm up and aimed the size ray directly at the looming cat.

"Don't even think about it!" Dragonien warned.

All this did was make Hash laugh. The sound of his own laughter echoing off the buildings from the volume of it only made him feel that much more powerful, sending a visible throb through the outline of his erection that made Dragonien swallow nervously. The dragon was quietly thankful that Hash was probably too big now to notice the small sign of weakness, something he would have been appalled to ever show to the cat under normal circumstances. 

"What are you gonna do? Shoot me? It's still set on grow. Not that I'd mind. Go ahead and make me bigger! Or, by the time you'd have a chance to figure out how to reverse it, I'll already have you underfoot. But go ahead and try, I think I might like having your head pinned between my toes. Either way you try to shoot me with it I'll get what I want." Hash exclaimed, hands on his hips in a victorious, smug pose. 

His expression faltered a bit when he saw the familiar cocky grin the dragon so often used around him spread over Dragonien's face. When the dragon's arm started to lower, only to move the gun to a new target, Hash's eyes went wide. Suddenly the cat was leaping towards the dragon. Four heavy, bounding steps that each shook the ground and left paw-prints in the dirt and sidewalk was all it took to close the distance between him and the dragon. Unfortunately, it still wasn't fast enough to stop the dragon from pulling the trigger and firing the gun at himself instead of Hash.

Hash crashed down onto his hands and knees and shot an arm out towards the dragon, slamming his hand against Dragonien and pinning him down to the ground. Only Dragonien's upper body and head stuck out from between two of Hash's spread fingers; leaving the dragon firmly pinned in place. He was too late, though. Already hash could feel his hand being pushed upwards as the dragon beneath it began to expand and swell in size. Within moments Dragonien had grown enough that his arms and legs stuck out from beneath Hash's fingers and he had grown strong enough to at least make an effort at lifting the hand up off of him. Hash slapped his other hand down on top of the growing dragon as well, as if in some vain hope that if he could hold the dragon down it would stop his growth. Sadly, soon the dragon had reached a third of Hash's size and he was having difficulty holding him down. More and more the dragon grew, eventually leaving Hash to release his attempt to hold Dragonien down and instead stumbling back onto his ass. Quickly he stood back up only to find the dragon, too, standing up to his still-increasing full height. Before long, though, the green glow faded from the dragon and his growth slowed to a stop. 

To his surprise, Hash found that he still had the height advantage! Having started at a larger size, Hash still had about a head and a half on the dragon who only came up to his upper chest. Considering how much of a fight the dragon had put up even when the cat was half again his size, though, Hash still didn't feel very confident in himself if it came down to another wrestling match. To his surprise, though, rather than leaping at the cat to take his vengeance at the teasing and rough housing Dragonien slowly sauntered his way towards the large feline. The size ray was, more carefully this time, tucked into his front pocket where he had easy access to it but showed he didn't have an immediate intention to use it again. When he was standing directly in front of the cat, head craned back to look Hash in the eye, the dragon reached up and grabbed a fistful of the front of Hash's hoodie. Surprised by the sudden, forceful movement, Hash was able to put up little resistance when the dragon jerked down on the front of his hoodie and pulled the cat's face down towards his. Then...

Dragonien kissed him.

The kiss was forceful and drawn out, the dragon keeping a firm hold of the cat's shirt to hold him in place. His lips pressed against Hash's and the dragon's tongue eagerly invaded the cat's muzzle. For all his tough talk and eagerness to dominate the dragon, Hash found himself easily giving in beneath the forceful show of passion; lips and teeth easily surrendering to their invader and letting the dragon have his way with them. It was a simple message, but one that Hash's horny mind easily translated. A single word emphasized through action rather than speech, that rang out in Hash's mind as loudly as if the dragon had just shouted it into his ear.

"MINE."

To emphasize the point, Hash suddenly felt a strong hand grabbing at his erection through his pants. A moan rolled up from his throat against his will, coming out as a muffled gasp of sound into the dragon's kiss. Any thoughts he'd had of dominating the dragon and putting him in his place quickly melted away beneath the forceful onslaught of Dragonien's aggressive personality. As much as Hash loved turnaround and showing big guys up, not to mention the idea of finally putting Dragonien in his place in particular, he folded like a cheap suit under a stronger, more dominant personality asserting itself over him. The fist holding a handful of Hash's hoodie pushed itself against his chest without releasing its grip. As it did, Dragonien leaned more of his weight towards the cat. Hash's body responded almost of its own accord and began backing up, not even seeming to notice when one of his footsteps left his still sneaker-clad foot to land atop an intricate marble fountain and crushing it into the tread of his shoe with no effort at all. Soon, though, he felt his back hit up against something solid: the front of the main dorm building itself. Though, solid might not have been the best word to describe it now that it had several dozen tons of cat and dragon pressing up against it. 

The main dormitory building set between the two smaller wings to either side of it where Hash's room had been stood five stories tall rather than three. This made it the only building on campus that was nearly the same size as the enlarged cat; Hash just barely a head taller than the peak of the building's arched roof while Dragonien himself was just a tad shorter than it. The analog was clear in Hash's hormone-raging mind; the giant monster equivalent of having someone pushing you up against a wall while kissing them. Unlike if the two of them had been doing this inside of Hash's dorm a few minutes ago, though, the front of the main dorm building immediately began to crack and buckle under the pressure of the two giants pressing against it. Hash could feel his shoulders, back, and ass grinding into the brick and sending waves of debris and brick dust crashing down to the ground below as the pressure of him pushing back against it slowly wore away a him-shaped divot into the building. Anyone still inside the building had quite the interesting view of Hash's jeans-clad ass backing up into the front of the building, though those that had been brave or stupid enough to stay in the lobby long enough to watch soon found themselves forced to run for cover as the ceilings began to collapse around them. 

Hash would have found the whole situation incredibly hot in normal circumstances; mind immediately wandering to the last time Dragonien and him had gotten frisky like this. As much as the cat loved the idea of putting the dragon in place he still couldn't help himself from squirming even harder when he thought about how, at their normal size difference, the dragon would literally lift him up off the ground and hold him against the wall with his feet dangling up off the floor to kiss him like this. But to have himself being manhandled by the same dragon who was now SMALLER than him, all the while feeling a building actually collapsing in behind him just from the force of their making out against it, left the cat nearly ready to blow a load in his pants just from that alone. If he were less lust-addled he would be cursing how much he hated Dragonien being able to push his buttons so easily. He was far too lost in his own lusts to think about such complaints, though, and simply let his eyes slide shut so that he could enjoy the dragon's manhandling of him; not that he'd ever admit out loud to enjoying such treatment. 

Dragonien, for his part, was perfectly happy with the situation. Confident enough to put Hash in his place regardless of size. He loved feeling the cat squirming beneath his menstruation, either physical or mental, and took great pride in having the spotted feline wrapped around his little finger. He could tell that Hash was starting to get over-stimulated, though, and had far too many plans for the afternoon to let the cat bust a nut so early in their little adventure.

Hash felt the dragon pulling away from the kiss without warning and the sudden void of a dragon’s lips against his and tongue stuffing its way into his mouth and nearly choking him left him panting in a mixture of lustful need and desperate desire to catch his breath. That, mixed with the abrupt absence of a hand shamelessly groping him through his pants left the cat drowning in sexual frustration and caused him to elicit a needy moan of desire before he could contain himself and suppress it. Feeling his cheeks heating in a blush of embarrassment when he realized the sound he just made, then further realized how his new size made it boom across the entire campus, Hash turned a frustrated glare on the dragon who had left him hanging. He was about to voice his complaint when the words died in his throat at the sight of the dragon, having taken a step back from the cat, fiddling with the size ray again.

Hash hadn't noticed before during the chaos, but the device had grown along with the dragon. He assumed it probably changed size with whoever was holding it, the same as the clothes they had both been wearing had grown with them. For a split second, hash had an amused mental image of the device being dropped on top of someone's car, crushing the vehicle underneath a gun nearly the same size as it now, and watching some little person struggling and failing to even move the device off of their poor vehicle. The dragon muttering a quiet exclamation of triumph under his breath that drew Hash's attention out of his own head and back to the more concerning thought of what the dragon had planned next. 

"Now wait just a-" Hash started to say.

His words were cut off when the dragon took a step forward to close the distance between them once more. His free hand reached up and simply wrapped his fingers around Hash's muzzle; holding his mouth closed.

"Shush." He ordered sternly while giving Hash a brief, stern eye-to-eye glare.

Hash's body shuddered slightly in response. His internal brattyness screamed at him to resist if only to be contrary, while his libido spiked at the rough, domineering treatment and he had to consciously resist the urge to try to grind his still-needy bulge against the dragon. His libido won out when he felt the dragon's hand leave his face, only to move down to his waistline and begin unzipping the fly of his jeans. Hash chewed on his lower lip, struggling to suppress another needy moan at the feeling of the dragon's fingers fumbling their way with his pants and underwear; rubbing up against his erection all the while. Instead of pulling his dick free of its confines, though, the dragon seemed more interested in shifting things about. When he seemed content with how things were 'arranged', he raised his other hand up and casually stuffed the size ray's barrel into Hash's fly.

The cat's eyes went wide but the dragon already had pushed his other hand against Hash's chest to stop the cat's reflexive move forward to try and stop whatever the dragon was doing. Any word of protest the cat had tried to muster up suddenly devolved into another loud, needy moan as a singling surge of pure stimulation rippled through his nethers and nearly made him cum on the spot. Vaguely, through the sensation, Hash recognized the weaker, constant tingle of growth like the first setting the dragon had used on him back in the dorm. To Hash's surprise though he didn't see the same faint green aura surrounding his body and tinting his view like the last time he had grown. It took him a second to realize that the now familiar tingle of growth was centered only on one specific part of him... his balls.

The moment he realized that he started to notice the subtle changes and effects of what the dragon was doing. he could feel the front of his pants starting to fill out slowly, the denim beginning to hug the outline of his crotch tighter and tighter with each passing second. He felt it beginning to sag downwards; more weight being settled upon the basket of his underwear and forcing the elastic to stretch under the increasing load it was supporting. Again, the dragon seemed to have some uncanny sense of when the cat was getting close to blowing and just when Hash felt like he couldn't hold it in anymore the sensation faded and the dragon pulled the device away. Just as casually as he had started, he carefully readjusted the front of Hash's pants then zipped him back up as if it were nothing. Only now, though, when Hash looked down there would have been no way to hide his junk even if he hadn't had a raging boner. His balls had easily doubled in size, each one larger than a hen's egg relative to Hash. the brief thought he had that at his current size they were probably more like size of a pair of beanbag chairs sent a shiver of lust down his spine. 

As if encouragingly, Dragonien casually patted Hash's newly enhanced crotch bulge. The smug grin he shot up at the cat sent a mixture of embarrassment and frustration through Hash. He found it difficult to word a complaint, though, considering that he was perfectly happy with the outcome. Even just shifting his weight from one leg to another he could feel the heavier mass of his nuts rolling and shifting in his pants and the added heft made him feel big and powerful. He didn't dare give the dragon the satisfaction of approving his actions, though.

--- To Be Continued ---