Tyr Wants More

Here's a more recent little tease story I scribbled out to mess with Tyr ( https://twitter.com/TyrRemora Check out his artwork he's awesome!). Inspired by a recent picture he drew of an "Alternate Universe" version of him that's purely a raptor instead of a raptor/dragon Hybrid 

 https://www.furaffinity.net/view/34249920/ 

And of course, my first reaction is "Ima make that bigger". Not that he seems to be complaining <3

Real talk tho, these kind of more low-grade, intimate size changing scenarios where the size change is relatively minor but much more personable and intimate between the two is super good in my opinion and criminally under-portrayed. 

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Tyr Wants More

By Dragonien

“More.”

Tyr’s voice came out in a breathy pant, his chest heaving despite the lack of any recent physical exertion. His fingers were clenched and digging their claws into the cushions of his mattress, threatening to tear his sharp claws through the fabric at a moment’s notice. His tail lashed back and forth behind him happily, the plumes of feathers adorning the end of his tail rustling and swishing audibly through the air in an almost canine-like show of excitement. 

In response to his demand, a brief rustling came from the other side of the room. The red dragon manning the tripod-mounted device looking like some cross of an old movie projector and a telescope fumbling with the controls for a moment before flipping a large activation switch once more. The moment the switch had been engaged the device began to hum and a faintly visible haze of greenish light emitted from the telescopic end of the device aimed straight at the raptor eagerly squirming atop his bed. The moment the strangely, near-tangible light reached the raptor he shuddered in visible bliss as his body began to change once again.

Slowly, his whole body began to plump up and thicken with newfound mass. His formerly loose muscle-shirt began to pull ever so gradually tighter as his shoulders widened, chest broadened, pectorals deepened and torso elongated to better fill it. His loose-fitting gym shorts similarly began to pull more snugly against his body as his waistline began to thicken and swell while additional girth of his thighs began to slowly fill up the formerly loose-fitting legs of the shorts. With each passing second the device was aimed at the raptor his whole body was enlarging, gaining not only height centimeter by centimeter, but slowly seeming to bulk up as fractionally more muscle mass seemed to blossom across his frame along with his increasing overall size. 

Tyr, for his part, was in absolute heaven. His whole body was alight with a radiant tingle. To him, it felt like a cross somewhere between that pleasant burn of post-workout soreness only without the ache, mixed with the soothing tingle of a low-grade electrical current like they might use in a chiropractor’s office for direct muscle stimulation massages. And it was certainly his ENTIRE body. The sensation of growth alone would have been enough, but added with the direct stimulation the device was having on his body it was no wonder that he had a raging erection clearly pushing out against the front of his gym shorts. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of, nor was it something that the dragon currently bombarding him with god-only-knew what kind of radiation to make him grow hadn’t seen before. Even if it had been something he would have been self-conscious about Tyr was far too lost in his own blissful stimulation to even have been consciously aware of the tent he was pitching. All he could focus on was the feeling of clothing tightening around him, of his skin stretching to contain additional mass struggling to fit in beneath of. Overwhelmed by the sensation of the mattress slowly sinking down lower and lower beneath his weight as his ass and tail stretched out to cover more and more of it by each passing second, Tyr didn’t even notice the device had turned off until several seconds later when he realized he was no longer spreading across the mattress.

For a split second the raptor actually felt a twinge of embarrassment as he took stock the state he was in, not that he’d ever let it show to anyone; especially not the present company of Dragonien. In his bliss-addled state he’d been sitting there with his arousal clearly pushing out from the front of his shorts, legs spread wide to give it plenty of room and inadvertently putting it on full display for anyone looking. His muzzle had been hanging open with his tongue actually hanging out of one corner; an honest-to-god dribble of drool leaking down one corner of his chin. Quickly shifting his position a bit to at least not be man-spreading his arousal straight at his guest, Tyr reached up to wipe the trail of saliva leaking down the side of his muzzle away with the back of his wrist. That’s when he really felt the tension in his shirt.

Looking down, Tyr saw that his now impressive pectoral shelf was filling the front of his shirt out to the brim, reminding him almost of a sports bra containing an ample feminine bosom. Unlike breasts, though, his pectorals were solid muscle and looked ready to rip the fabric covering them to shreds before the flimsy cotton and nylon could even home to compress the meaty steaks that were his pecs. Trying to look over his shoulder and see his back, all he could catch was a hint of his tail behind him even as he felt the back of his shirt strain from the flexing muscles pushing back against it. While normally rather impressively flexible, the added girth to his body had left him unable to fully look over the meaty ball of his shoulder now. On the one hand, it nearly made him start salivating again to experience such a tangible and obvious increase in his own body’s mass. On the other, though, it frustrated him that he couldn’t look at himself as easily as he’d like. His kingdom for a wall-length mirror. 

Turning his attention towards the lower portion of his body he tentatively brushed one of his hands across the exposed row of his abdominal muscles just above his waistline. With both the added width to his torso and increased height his shirt no longer could cover the bottom two rows of his 6-pack. His shorts had fared little better. Doing his best not to stare down at his still-raging erection and let his mind wander to how much bigger that might be, he took stock of the thick logs of muscle his legs had become that were now pulling his short’s legs tight around them. Where the shorts before had hung just a bit past his knees now they were pulled up well into his mid-thighs, almost more like lycra shorts than the loose-fitting workout shorts they had been when he put them on. Part of him wanted to just stand up then squat down to see if he could bust the seams of them apart just from flexing his glutes and thighs. That part of him also was desperate to stand up to see if he was finally taller than Dragonien, eager to loom over the normally towering dragon and bask in looking down the bridge of his muzzle at them. The rest of him, though, had something else in mind. 

Unable to keep the toothy grin off of his muzzle, Tyr turned his attention back towards the dragon standing behind the device. This time when his fingers clenched into the mattress they did tear deep gouges into the fabric and memory foam, not that the raptor seemed to care for even a second. The look in his eyes was desperate, hungry, lustful, and predatory; the kind of expression that told you he would do anything to get what he wanted. When he spoke again, the word came out that same breathy pant of a voice, now audibly deeper and louder with the increased size of the person speaking.

“More…”