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"Come on, go to the museum, they said, you'll love it," Zera grumbled. The large, purple dragoness shifted a bang of her white hair to the side. She strode up the steps that led into the large building strewn out before her with a slight frown. The dragoness wasn't adverse to visiting places like these and becoming a little bit more cultural, but when a friend of hers suggested the idea, she was a bit adverse to it all. It wasn't as if she didn't trust them, but if they were going in for a reason and not just to wander around, they could be anywhere else. When she finished walking up the steps, her friend came into plain view. The large, green dragon waved at her with a big toothed smile as Zera walked up to him with a frown.

"Come on, Noodles, can't we go somewhere else for this?" Zera huffed once more.

"Sorry, gotta get this over with, write a report. Can't exactly fake my way through this class since I need pictures and a ticket," 'Noodles' or rather, Thunder shrugged his shoulders with a nervous smile. "Besides, if I have to suffer, I wouldn't want to suffer alone."

Thunder accentuated the point with a gentle poke of Zera's unicorn-like horn to which she frowned and almost poked him with it. Thunder blessed his slight height advantage over the dragoness as she merely poked and prodded her horn along his neck before she stopped. The two dragons walked inside and through security before the vastness of the buildings inside hit them. Three halls led into different wings of the museum, each one belonging to a different century and the various artists that culminated in that time. The duo stood right in the middle of the building, the crowds of visitors passing them by like an overwhelming sea of chattering and factoids spouted out by the museum tour guides.

"So...where do we go?" Thunder suggested.

Zera looked at him like he was mad. "Um, I thought that was on you." She was kind of right though. The dragoness mostly came here of her own free will, but she assumed that the eastern had at least some plan for today. The shrug of his broad shoulders and the fumbling of his phone to pull up the museum guide told Zera otherwise. With a sigh, she pinched the bridge of her muzzle before an idea came to mind.

"Hey, how about we split up, take pictures and you can think of what to write about later?" Zera suggested. "Least like that, it's not a complete bore and you can see what you want."

Thunder nodded in thought for a moment as he scratched his chin. It wasn't a bad idea at all. Plus, with some help and Zera's eyes, she could figure out something for him to write that he wouldn't be able to do himself. "Sure, I'm down. Meet back here in say, an hour?"

Thunder gave another nod. The two split up for different wings; Thunder tackled European art, while Zera headed over for Greek figures. She caught a glimpse of a few statues that interested her and figured it'd be a nice place to spend some time looking around and snapping pictures. She only had a bit of secondhand knowledge about Greek history or anything that related to it outside of media. If she was going to be here for someone else, she figured she should have a nice time with it as well.

Zera slowly walked around, arms crossed around her exceptionally large bosom. She weaved through the crowd, hips slowly swaying, her tail thumping against the ground as it danced along with her walking. She glanced at statues, paintings, but nothing seemed to grant her attention. The dragoness was a bit saddened by the fact. She even stopped by to read the blurbs written by the staff about the object in question. She was beginning to think that she wouldn't be able to find anything until she reached the end of the hall that led to the next section of the museum. Right there, Zera's eyes fell upon something almost magnetic. She couldn't peel her eyes away from it even if she wanted to.

The statue depicted a woman with long flowing hair dressed in robes. She had numerous figures next to her kneeling down in front of the statue and her face seemed almost bored, yet content. Underneath the robes, Zera could see another layer of clothing that she wasn't able to identify. She took to the plaque that detailed the picture.

"Aphrodite, goddess of fertility..." Zera mumbled to herself. The dragoness had seen depictions of her in various things, but there was something about this statue that drew her eye to it. But she couldn't tell what exactly it was. She scanned the statue from top to bottom and at every angle with her phone out to snap pictures, but she couldn't place what it was regardless. After taking what she deemed to be enough pictures, Zera continued staring at the statue until she locked eyes with it. Her tail swished left and right, as if she were locked in a staring contest with the figure until someone blinked first. It took a few seconds before Zera blinked. Something shot down her spine that caused her to lurch back. Her tail froze and slammed against the ground before she shuddered in place shortly afterwards.

The electric sensation passed as soon as it arrived, forcing the dragoness to wonder what exactly had happened. She adjusted her vest and cargo shorts before wandering off elsewhere in confusion.

"I wonder how Noodles is doing..." she mumbled. "But what was that?"

She kept asking herself when she decided to go through the next wing of Roman paintings. The odd feeling left her curious and feeling weird. It was as if she couldn't wait to get out of her clothes and strip for the next person she saw. The dragoness shook her head and adjusted her silver hair with a faint blush on her cheeks. Just what prompted that? Zera admitted that she was a bit p promiscuous, but being that slutty wasn't exactly her thing unless it was with a friend. However, as she wandered through the Roman panting gallery, Zera couldn't keep her eyes off of some folks.

The first was a rather built Doberman who had a pair of headphones on over his ear, presumably listening to the tour guide through his phone. He wore nothing but a tank top and jeans, his large, bulky frame filling out the tank top to near bursting. Zera stared up and down, eyes almost boring holes into the hint of the canine's muscle butt until he turned around with a grunt. Zera's face lit up once the over muscled Doberman made eye contact with her.

"Um, I'm sorry, I was just admiring that workmanship of-"

Before Zera was allowed to finish her sentence, the muscled canine's look turned from curiosity to a blank stare. In a robotic motion, the canine took off his headphones and draped them over his neck. He walked over to Zera, the same blank stare evident in his eyes, but his muzzle had an almost greedy look to it. Once he was right in front of her, Zera stared at the bodybuilder Doberman with apprehension. Just what was up with him, was he going to let one loose on her for staring?

Instead, he did the complete opposite.

"Look all you want..." The Doberman droned. He lifted his arms up and slowly removed his tank top. Zera had every intention to not look as a form of courtesy, but something in her mind begged her to keep on staring. It was an almost demanding need to stare as she soon was unable to rip her eyes off the brown furred, bulging torso in front of her. Zera bit her bottom lip in some attempt to resist the urges, but found herself unable to as her hands were already roaming along the Doberman's massive pectorals. They flared and tensed in her grip, the enormous fuzzy slabs of canine muscle remaining tense and unmovable and firm to the touch as she squeezed the side of a pec before moving on.

"Just what's going on? I can't pull away...!" Zera thought. She still bit on her lip, but that didn't stop her hands from continuing their journey along the smorgasbord of muscle that stripped in front of her. She wriggled her hips, her clothes feeling tight and restrictive. She needed something much more loose fitting around the chest area. Her fingers traced along the Doberman's immaculate biceps, a hand pressing down on the peaks of his massive arms. She cooed, marveling at the strength behind the still canine in front of her.

"C'mere, big boy~" Zera purred. Despite all of her lip biting and resistance, she couldn't stop the words from spilling out of her mouth. She leaned up slightly, her tail coiled around the Doberman's ankle, breasts ground along bulging pecs as she leaned in for a kiss. The canine responded in kind, wrapping his arms along Zera's waist before they were forced into a rough kiss in the middle of the museum gallery. With no one but the security cameras watching, their muffled groans carried through the room. Zera and the Doberman ground and pushed against another as one of the dragoness' legs hiked up to push against his crotch and revel in the friction. She felt her nipples swell from the pleasure and press against the tight fabric whilst the Doberman's own pink nubs were swollen and fighting for space against Zera's encompassing bosom.

Zera groaned heavily, letting the Doberman's hefty, paw padded hands work her over until they gave a righteous grab of her toned ass before they rebounded to her back and simply roamed across there while she was caressed in those thick, muscled arms as they kissed fervently. Everything in her body begged her to do this, but her mind told her otherwise. Just what the hell was wrong with her?! Zera wasn't the type to suddenly make out in the middle of a museum, especially with someone she didn't know! Every bit of rushing pleasure and the urge to mate built up within her, almost overflowing. The two snorted, never breaking apart from their kiss as Zera took a handful of the muscled canine's glutes and gave a squeeze and a hearty smack.

"I need to stop, this isn't like me...I need to stop!" Zera shouted in her head. The last word finally broke out to her as her eyes flew wide open and darted around. The same went for the Doberman as they finally ceased their kissing only to look at one another in what felt like sweat and shame. They quickly broke apart as fast as they got together and didn't spare a bit of eye contact. Zera and the canine were just as much as confused and aroused, judging from the tent the Doberman sported and the way Zera's pants and nipples that poked against the fabric of her blouse and vest. The two quickly went their separate ways.

Zera's mind raced as she hoped that no one had actually seen that. She ignored the idea of the security cameras and ran off to the nearest bathroom to re-compose. Once she entered the bathroom, she took a deep breath and stared at herself in the mirror. Her boobs slightly bounced with each haphazard breath.

"No idea what came over me...Suddenly I was fine, then I couldn't do anything but think about laying that hunk on the bench," she told herself. She considered herself lucky that the bathroom had been empty, but she didn't have time to ponder on that. Something happened to her, but she had no idea what.

"Maybe it has to do with that statue?" She questioned. It was really the only logical thing, but how could statue affect her so adversely? She wanted to do things to that guy that she would have never done normally.

"I need to get home. I can't be out like this if I'm going to want to spread my legs for everyone that comes my way, even if they're so willing like that." Zera nodded in agreement with herself in the mirror.

Zera left the bathroom after she tied her hair back and calmed herself down with some cold water and a lot of pinching herself. She left the museum with her eyes towards the ground so she could avert her gaze to anyone, especially any men. She had no idea if whatever happened could affect women, but she wasn't willing to risk anything to be on the eleven o' clock news. After walking down the stairs, Zera noted that she had an odd sensation bursting within her again. It wasn't one of lust or pleasure, but one of confidence. Even as she had her eyes to the floor, she walked with a bounce and sway in her step that had people looking until she'd left their sight.

On her walk home, Zera started to increase her pace. Her bosom jiggled and bounced a bit, almost like her bra hadn't fit. Her swaying, yet panicked walk was not unnoticed by her. Her heartbeat raced over what was happening to her body. The scene of making out with the Doberman replayed in her mind as she walked down block after block. She didn't love it, but she loved it. It felt like she was split apart at the middle, her emotions constantly conflicting over it. Maybe she should have gone back to have a little more fun...No! She couldn't, it wasn't a good idea. She took deep breaths, her chest rising and falling with each rep. Her shirt felt tighter and tighter, the buttons of her blouse barely clinging to the actual material.

Every step home was complimented with a bounce of her boobs and the sway of her hips. She had to find out what was wrong, but she was feeling so constricted in her clothes. The waist of her pants felt slightly loose, but her thighs were a perfect fit and then some. The legs of her jeans were slim, but her legs were filling the legs and became close to bursting. Zera's walk never ceased its exotic dance of barely fitting within her clothing. Her legs walked if she was like a model on the runway, but her face betrayed the confidence her body exuded.

"It's like I've lost control of my body," Zera mumbled to herself. She was no closer to home and very close to stripping out of her clothing.

A few steps later, Zera's phone started to vibrate from within her pockets. The dragoness blinked. Who would be calling her at a time like this? After pulling out her phone, she gasped a bit at the caller. Thunder! She'd ditched him at the museum after all this started. She couldn't let the phone keep ringing. She glanced around the street for a few moments while her phone kept going off. The next few blocks had small crowds and cars passing by. Maybe she could get away looking down and talking. She resumed her speed walk and picked up her phone.

"Where are you? I went back to our meeting spot early so we can talk about-" Thunder's voice started over the other side.

"N-no! I actually just left, there's something I need to do," Zera said rapidly into her phone. As she walked, she could feel people's eyes on her and her clothes were beginning to feel more and tighter. The chest of her blouse stretched over her bouncing bosom, the straps of her bra began to stretch past the limits of the elastic on it. They tightened around her back as she walked until...

Snap!

"Eep! I need to go, bye!" Zera yelled. Thunder's voice started up again, but Zera hung up before he could get a word in. She quickly shoved her phone away, putting her hands up around her chest. The straps of her bra had started to snap. She had no point in dawdling, she had to get home. Zera's body seemed to follow her mental commands this time and she broke into a sprint home. Her boobs jiggled and bounced, her hands keeping her chest still best as she could. The warmth that radiated off her chest made her hands sweaty and made it even more difficult to keep a grip.

It didn't help that she had to keep looking down, the view slowly becoming obscured even more no thanks to her swelling bosom. She hadn't even noticed that they'd been getting larger! Her blouse had miraculously held on the entire time, but if the first defenses snapped, what hope did her clothing have? She huffed with every step, her pants clinging uncomfortably to her legs until her apartment came into view. She rushed up the steps, abandoning any sense of formality, her chest bouncing and swaying in random directions. Once she arrived at her door, one of her buttons finally popped and flicked against the door frame. The dragoness fumbled for her keys and sighed with relief once she was in the comfort of her home. She slumped onto her couch, chest heaving slowly.

"Nnnf...need to get out of these clothes..."

Zera raised her arms, attempting to get her buttoned blouse off. The buttons that had stuck on were past her bosom and they took little effort to get off. She slipped it off, but her pants were another story. All the running, walking and constant swelling had her pants slightly torn, but they were clinging to her in various areas. Her shapely butt, thighs and thin waist were the only thing stopping her from removing her pants easily, the sweat didn't help much. Eventually, Zera got them off, leaving the dragoness panting heavily, slumped on her couch with nothing but her panties on. Her chest spilled out in front of her, those massive mounds still swelling more and more. She obscured some of her vision, her toned, scaly abs casually grinding against the underside of each breast. Zera's nipples stood out, each bright pink nub thick and puffy.

"Haaah..." Zera moaned and huffed. "So big..." She grunted. Her hands caressed her smooth, scaly frame, her boobs continuing to swell and slosh. Before, she could cradle her breasts in her hands. In the time that she'd gotten home and rid herself of her clothes, they were already starting to spill out and they were too big for her arms to keep together. Her body had spurts of growth to keep herself stable, but it was clear that certain part of her were becoming larger despite that. Her quads and thighs ground against another, her panties strained. Every bit of growth had the dragoness' vagina slowly expanding and leaking, leaving her underwear soaked to the brim. Zera slowly removed her panties, fingers dancing near the surface of her crotch to increase the pleasure. Her other finger slowly tweaked a puffy nipple, fingers slowly roaming along the areola of her swelling bosom.

"Ahhh~ So good," Zera huffed. She leaked along the cushions of the couch, her breasts sloshing and jiggling as those started to leak tiny strands of milk that spilled along her chest. Those enormous mounds were now fighting for space along her chest, each of them brushing against her chin. Eyes closed, she merely forced her face up against them, reveling in their size and warmth. The milk splashed against her hands as she continued tweaking, both liquids staining the poor couch.

In the midst of her indulgence, the door started to open again. Zera hadn't bothered opening her eyes to see who had come in, but the voice had shaken her out of her lust.

"Um, Zera...Are you okay?" Thunder asked slowly.

The green dragon stood on the other side of the doorway with the knob still in his hand. He'd left the museum after hearing Zera sound so distressed on the phone. The eastern had decided that he had enough pictures, so he wanted to see just how his friend was doing. What he hadn't expected in that thought process was the door being open to Zera in the middle of pleasuring herself. If that hadn't left the dragon stammering for words, the fact that her chest was literally out there and over filled with size alongside with her spread legs had him speechless. Thunder's face became flush with pink once the entire scene was laid out in front of him.

"Um...I'm just gonna," Thunder started. When Zera opened her eyes, something changed. Her face looked...so much more attractive than usual. Her overly delicate, womanly face called out to him. She hadn't said a word, but a finger prompted him over. The eastern dragon shook his head. No, he couldn't do that. He didn't know what was wrong with her or if she needed help. What if she didn't want this? The questions ran around in his mind until a coo from Zera silenced his mind. She blew a kiss towards the muscled green dragon and that seemed to seal the deal. Thunder's eyes began to glaze over, the yellow-green pools losing a bit of their luster as he closed the door behind him mechanically.

"C'mere, big boy~" Zera cooed once more, a simple commanding finger begging him to come over. Thunder nodded slowly and began to remove his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and cleanly undid his belt, pants and underwear. The green dragon made his way over to the couch, pressing himself over Zera as the two melded into a powerful kiss. Thunder snorted, grinding his chest along those breasts, purring at the warmth they emitted as that rather sizable shaft of his pressed and throbbed along Zera's pussy. He slowly pushed and ground against the walls of it, Zera's constant swelling making the massive dragon above her grunt and purr like an idle engine. The dragoness groped and squeezed those broad, powerful muscles of his as they flexed and flared in response to her touch. Their muzzles locked together, tongues mingling to keep it all going smoothly whilst that monster of Thunder's slowly began swell and stand to attention, pre spilling forth and mixing with her own.

Thunder's kissing antics soon ceased as he came up for air, lines of drool connecting the two. The eastern dragon was neatly nestled between Zera's breasts, his bulky, muscled arms draped along her neck. She nuzzled at a bicep happily while he descended towards her neck. The kisses soon started again, the dragon's lips firmly smooching along the surface of her neck all the way down, and then back up with some nibbling mixed in. Zera groaned and huffed, pushing up her hips towards the thick ebony pole place between her legs.

"Ooh, that's the spirit," Zera said. "Now how's about helping a gal out down there~ Might need to be just a tad bigger, so drink up first~"

Thunder wasted no time in following those honey laced, sultry words of hers. Zera's chest had never stopped expanding. Those enormous mounds were close to enveloping her entire torso. Regardless, they remained perky and comfortable for the dragoness until the handsome stud of a dragon in front of her got to them. Thunder rumbled and his tail swished as he opened his muzzle and slowly closed it over one of Zera's nipples. He eagerly sucked and nursed upon that teat, milk slowly flowing into his mouth. He positively purred with delight as if he'd gotten here without a drink. Zera let out a lustful growl, patting the back of the dragon's head, her hand slowly running through his luscious mane. "That's a good noodle~"

With every drop that Thunder drank, he slowly started to expand and swell larger himself. He eagerly gulped every bit of that wondrous, sweet tasting nectar, green muscles swelling powerfully. His back slowly shrugged, bones popped as he rebuilt himself to support his newfound and still constant weight addition. Muscles packed upon muscles as the titanic whiskered dragon hadn't stopped sucking. Zera groaned loosely as he nibbled and gnawed on that teat before he switched to the other one. Thunder's crotch hadn't been left out of the equation either. That massive pole continued lurching and growing underneath the two, pre flowing like a small faucet, coating Zera's cunt with his own production. Only the head of that massive shaft had been pushed against those tight, fleshy walls before Thunder gave a push. Zera's groaning turned into pleasurable howls as Thunder quickly decided to push and rut into that tight space.

The couch groaned and shook with every thrust and pound of the two ever growing dragons. Thunder was forced to keep a leg off on the floor for support, two pendulous green orbs spilling out from the couch, each one the size of a basketball and still going strong. Zera's chest hadn't stopped producing milk for him to drink down either. The fertile dragoness' pussy had been all amounts of tight, forcing Thunder to snarl a bit as milk streamed down his muzzle. He ensnared Zera into another kiss, spreading that space wide for him to keep forcing inch after inch of himself in, his claws digging into the carpet while Zera's legs were now spread wide for the sake of space.

"Ahnnn, more~!" Zera cried.

Thunder grunted deeply. His massive arms were now laid about on the couch, claws digging into the upholstery. He loomed over the big breasted dragoness, muscles pumped and filled with power. Eyes still glazed over, he mercilessly thrust into that pussy like no tomorrow, the sheer girth almost too much for Zera. She pushed back towards it, but Thunder hadn't stopped shoving inch after inch into her, a bulge slowly appearing along her slim stomach. Zera's cries of pain from such forcefulness were met with pleasurable groans. Thunder's broad muzzle descended upon her once again, littering her neck with firm kisses combined with idle gnawing before he returned to those luscious lips. Only then did the dragon's hips stop moving if only to enjoy the warmth of her chest against his own pectorals. Those green mountains heaved and flared, his fuzz matted with sweat while Zera's scales glistened with it.

His passionate kissing soon ceased and was met with ample pounding once more. The couch had been completely soaked in their juices, the legs of it dangerously close to giving out from the dragon's beastly rutting. The minutes seemed to fly by for the two of them until that enormous shaft began to pulse and throb powerfully. Zera let loose a melodious groan, a stark contrast to Thunder's powerful, dominating roar as he released load after load of hot dragon seed into Zera. That wide pussy of her overflowed with white and split over the floor, the dragoness' orgasm mixing with the eastern's. Their cacophony of sounds soon melded into yet another kiss. White flowed into the apartment; Thunder's humping never ceasing as he unloaded again and again into the dragoness. And yet, her slim stomach never diminished, but her breasts continued spilling milk, which prompted Thunder to rip apart from their passionate make out to lap up the contents and return to those boobs once more.

The rest of the afternoon became a blur for the two as the strength that powered their session soon began to leave them. Zera and Thunder lay upon the remains of the couch, the two sleeping heavily until night arrived. Zera had been the first to wake, her groans lulling Thunder from his sleep.

"Ugh...what happened...?" Zera mumbled to herself. When her vision finally settled, she didn't expect to see the state of her apartment. Sticky white liquid covered the floor, herself and her furniture. The couch was considerably lower than normal and the material itself had been clawed up like an animal had been there. Her gaze was then directed to Thunder and her chest, which had grown damn near four times its original size! She blinked rapidly, staring at herself and then the large green muzzle in front of her until Thunder had finally woken up.

The green dragon yawned in her face, causing her to groan out of disgust. "Ugh, you need a breath mint!" Zera commented.

"Huh...what...?" Thunder's vision soon came into line. When Zera's frowning face came into view, he looked down to see her massive chest meshing with his. His face turned a bright pink as he launched back, only for his head to hit the ceiling quickly. "Ow! What happened?!" he cried out. He glanced around and noticed that everything seemed a lot smaller than usual while Zera's chest looked a lot bigger than usual along with everything else about her. He looked down between her legs, only for his glance to go to her face.

"Um...did we-" Thunder started.

"Well, yeah. Dunno why or how. Ugh, my head feels like I got knocked for a loop," Zera grunted, gripping her head.

Thunder did the same, but for opposite reasons. His horns left holes in the ceiling which forced him to sit down along the white stained floor. He took a quick look at himself, his blush growing stronger.

"What are you so embarrassed about?" Zera chuckled. "Not like it was bad or anything. Still wondering why, though."

Thunder nodded in agreement. "Y-yeah. I feel great...and I'm not complaining about the size, either," he said lowly. "Just that I wasn't expecting to wake up like this and trash your living room. Did we really do this?" he asked himself, fully knowing the answer.

Zera shrugged her shoulders. "Well, yeah. If this is what it's like being screwed by you, I guess I should have asked earlier." She said with a smile. She soon got up from the remains of the couch with a groan, making her way over to Thunder and sitting on his lap. His blush returned in full as she wrapped her arms around his neck, slipping into another kiss. This one was short, but left Thunder mumbling incoherently for a few moments.

"Now, are you gonna help me clean this place or no?"

"Well, yeah, but...," Thunder nodded again, his eyes darting away. "Can we kinda...stay like this for a bit? It's kind of comfy." He finished. Zera stared at him for a few moments, which led to the eastern dragon attempting to cover his blush between her boobs.

Eventually, Zera rolled her eyes and gave Thunder a pat along the back of his head. "Dork. But yeah, long as you still help me clean all this."

"Hmm, yeah, I'd feel horrible if I left you with this mess," Thunder commented. "I at least have a good idea for my project as well when I get home later."

"Oh?" Zera perked a brow.

"Yeah. Goddess of fertility seems like a pretty good idea right about now, doesn't it?" Thunder smiled.

Zera rolled her eyes once more. Her patting soon turned into a straight up noogie, prompting Thunder to flail his limbs and cry for release as his face was stuffed deeper into the dragoness' breasts.