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Tyrant Lizard Caged

For Dre

By Draconicon

When he had found the serum online, he'd been skeptical, but Reuben knew better than to pass it up. The chance of becoming more of a 'real' T-Rex compared to his current state was too irresistible, particularly with the price.

Five dollars for this?

He had thought that then, and he thought it now. The black-scaled dinosaur ripped through the packaging, hoping to find something that would at least stand as a good joke if it failed, but all that he found was a syringe at the bottom of the box. Reuben looked back at the packing material, wondering if he'd lost something in that mess of things, but he doubted it. There hadn't been any weight there.

The syringe, though, looked different enough to boost his hopes back up again. He picked it up and turned it around, feeling the slight heft to it as he turned it this way and that. There were blue, circular blobs around the edge, feeling quite a bit heavier than a normal syringe, and he could tell that there was something in them, too.

Maybe there's something that has to come out after the first dose?

For a joke needle, it was definitely sharp enough to penetrate. The t-rex ran one blue finger against it, testing the point without sliding it in. For his troubles, he yelped and pulled his finger back, shaking it back and forth in discomfort.

The liquid inside, however, was rather different. Rather than the clear or occasionally yellow-colored liquid he'd seen in the hospital dramas, this needle was filled to the brim with some strange green stuff. It was like something out of a sci-fi movie, where the good stuff was glowing green, radioactive, and filled with mutating properties.

Reuben hoped that was the case, and that he wasn't just about to inject himself full of glow-stick juice. That wasn't something he needed to go to the hospital for, particularly if he ended up under yet another T-Rex doctor.

Last time I was there, he kept joking about treating me for dwarfism...

He shook his head. It wasn't something that he liked about himself. Height, that was, rather than the fact that people made jokes about him. Standing six feet tall would have been just fine for quite a few other species, but for a T-Rex, it was only about seventy-five percent of the height of the average adult male. He was shorter than most teenagers of his species, for that matter, and it was a fact that he had never lived down.

He looked at the needle again, and then put it in his pocket.

Might be better to do it in a bit more of a public place. If it goes bad, I want someone to be able to get me to a hospital.

#

A half-hour later, Reuben was at the city park. It was a large enough place, with plenty of trees for incidental cover, but with enough open space for a shout to carry for a while. If things went bad, and he fell down or was poisoned by it, he could probably shout loud enough to get the attention of anyone that was in the area.

He leaned back against a tree, feeling it digging into his back despite the denim jacket that he was wearing. Curling his toes in a nearly too-tight pair of leather boots, he pulled the syringe back out of his pocket.

"Alright...you say that you can give me an out of this world experience?"

The T-Rex popped the little needle protector off, and pushed down slightly on the other end. It squirted just a hint of the green goo out, splashing on the grass.

"Let's see what you can do."

Reuben lowered the needle to the side of his black leather jeans. He hesitated, then pulled it back in towards the inner thigh. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right, and not just impale the side of his leg for nothing.

Giving it just enough force to pierce through the leather without breaking, he felt the needle break his skin, and winced slightly at the feeling of the needle so far in. It was the first time that he'd given himself an injection, and he was surprised it had gone so well so far.

"Right, inject...and...squeeze?"

He shrugged, and pulled his hand up to the two blue balls at the top of the syringe. It was a very strange design, and one that he didn't entirely understand, but if that was what he was supposed to do...

One squeeze, and the green started moving, almost jetting out of syringe and into him. As soon as it cleared - and it started flooding his veins with a strange, too-warm sensation that was almost uncomfortable - a blue ooze started to follow. He could feel it moving slower, almost like it was a syrup rather than a liquid, and he hoped that he hadn't made a terrible mistake.

As soon as all the blue was done, he pulled the needle free and tossed it to the ground. The heat and warmth running through his body made him wonder if this was how his ancestors had felt when they were walking, cold-blooded, under the sun, or if this was just how it felt all the time. His thoughts were fuzzy, and he wobbled from side to side at the strange feeling of his body being warmed from the inside.

"Mmmph...hope...hope it does more...than that."

Reuben leaned back against the tree again, panting softly. His heart rate was rising, he could feel that already. Pressing a hand to his chest, he could feel the strange, hammering, smacking feeling of his heart beneath his hand, and he wondered if he was in more trouble than he'd originally thought. Groaning under his breath, he tried to take a step.

It was a mistake.

Falling forward with a short, cut-off yelp, he hit the grassy ground and landed on his hands and knees. He barely kept himself upright, his jaw falling open as he kept panting, shaking and shivering as his body continued to heat up.

"Mmmph...what...what's happening..."

He curled his fingers into the dirt, and as he pulled them back, he felt it.

His fingers had carved out holes bigger than themselves, but as he pulled his hands back, the holes seemed to shrink. Not just shrink, but tighten, like putting fingers too big into a bowling ball too small for them. Reuben looked down, and his panting breath sped up.

It's...it's doing something... he thought, as he saw that his fingers were the first to grow, getting bigger and thicker as they stabbed into the ground. The earth was cracking around them, showing that they were putting up too much pressure to be contained by the little holes he'd clawed out.

With a desperate yank, he pulled his hands free, and stood up. It took a great deal more effort than he wanted to admit, and he wobbled as he did.

Everything...tight...

He didn't know how, but he knew that his clothes were the wrong size for what was happening to him. His head burned, hot and fuzzy in his skull, but that fact remained. He was restrained. He was...he was constrained and restrained by his own clothes.

His feet were feeling hot, too, and he groaned as he curled his toes. Yet, when he tried to uncurl them, they refused to move. Reuben looked down, and for the first time, he realized that he could see the outline of his toes through the front of his boots. They were faint, but getting clearer with each passing second, his feet growing.

"Oh, fuck...fuck..."

His words were slurring, but the awareness that they were was faint compared to what he had a chance to see now. He backpedaled, only to grunt in discomfort as his feet felt like they were getting stomped on. His toes kept swelling, and so did his heel, and so did the entire length of his foot. The curled digits pressed forward against the edge of his boot, trying to grow even longer, and he gasped as his feet felt like they were in some pain from the sheer size difference of what the shoes were meant to contain versus what they now held.

"Come on...break..."

It was the only thing that would relieve him, he realized, and he could hardly wait for it to happen. He couldn't reach down and take his shoes off. The bulge of his heel told him that the boots were wedged on, now, and there was no way that his toes would slide out of the part they were trapped in. All that could be done was wait, and hope, and -

"Mmmph!"

One toe finally popped through on the right boot, slicing through the middle of the toe. He gasped, staring at it, realizing just how big it was. His toes had grown to at least four inches long, something that he'd never seen before, and as the other toes slowly ripped through -

RIIIIIIIIIIIP!

Tearing the leather in the process, the toes forced their way out through the front of his boots. They were long, hefty, huge, clawed with deadly talons and looking ready to cut something. Reuben's breath sped up yet further, his heart hammering against the inside of his chest.

As his feet kept growing, their increasing size spreading the rips down along the sides of the shoes, he felt the changes rushing up his legs, and then up further. Even as his feet swelled, his legs followed, getting not just thicker, but longer. Much, much, much longer.

Reuben felt his back grinding against the tree trunk, and felt himself going higher and higher. His mouth hung open, his breath coming in puffing, ragged gasps as he went higher and higher along the tree. One foot, two, and he was the height of all the average male T-Rex's.

"More...More!"

Whether the serum listened to him or not, he was getting more. Soon, he was nine feet high, his body swelling and growing with his legs. He was bigger, bigger, his jeans more like shorts than pants, and almost constricting his airflow completely. He could hardly breathe through the tight grip around his middle, and his jacket kept his arms from moving at all, forcing them out to the sides.

There was a shout off to the side, but he didn't hear it. All he heard was the thudding of his heart, and the growing, pulsing pleasure getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger.

More...more...

It was the one thought he was capable of. He needed it, needed to be bigger, heavier, large, stronger. The blue goo, the slow stuff, was slowing down further, a coolness to the heat of the first. It slowed his brain, then froze it, leaving him unable to think.

As his legs swelled, his pants shredded, until there was nothing left but a pair of briefs that had been rendered more thong-like for the purposes of clothing at his side. He hunched forward, able to look at it, seeing the swollen erection inside. A part of him wanted to play with it.

Another part wanted to see it come out.

He grunted as he felt like he was getting his wish. The seven-inch cock inside of his briefs pushed upwards, getting harder, heavier. His balls hung down further, weighting the massively-stretched briefs. He could feel the cotton about to snap between his ass-cheeks, but the sight of his cock getting bigger and bigger only excited him further. He growled, his breath puffing down his body, hot and wet.

Finally, the blue head of his cock pushed out past the waistband of his underwear, but even then, it continued to grow, pointing up until the underwear snapped and split. Without the support of the cloth, it flopped down, too big and heavy to support its own weight, and pointed forward towards the rest of the trees.

Reuben bumped his head, and acknowledged it with little more than a grunt and a slight shift in position. His head...was his head growing? He didn't know, but his arms were shrinking. He couldn't reach around, couldn't touch things or work them easily any longer. And still his legs were growing.

As his tail shot out from the safety of the trees and across the path behind him, he felt his head bump, then break a large branch above him. He shook his head, so very aware of his bulk all of a sudden, and slowly turned to look back the way that he'd come. There were...

There were people in the park...

People that were...looking at him?

It was almost impossible to think, with only urges left behind. Food, lust, and dominance were all that he cared about. Still surging up, well past twenty feet now, he took his first step. The shreds of old boots clung to his foot for a step or two, then faded away.

Luckily for the people in the park, the new T-Rex cared nothing for food, nor did he need to show his dominance. All he cared for was the thick meat hanging between his legs.

He took one step -

"Initiate Teleportation Retrieval."

And disappeared.

#

When the giant T-Rex opened his eyes again, he was in a place that he didn't recognize, not as a once-anthro nor as a species memory. The great dinosaur looked around the circular room, finding the curved walls strange and unnatural, and the floor too hard for his talons and toes. He growled, leaning forward and roaring at the top of his lungs.

The sound reverberated back at him, bursting through his ears and making his head hurt. He growled, doing it again in annoyance before settling down.

Before he could puzzle his tiny brain towards any sort of solution, a hole opened in the wall. He turned, seeing several silhouettes coming close. They were too small for his eyes to focus on properly, but he knew that they were something. Food?

No, something else. One gestured towards his middle, and the T-Rex felt a sudden grip around its cock. He grunted, getting to his large feet, and thrust as the strange grip started to pulse, rippling up and down his shaft.

The walls and floor were reflective enough for him to see what was happening. Some blue light came from the creature below him, connecting it to his cock. That blue light stroked up and down in time with the creature's gestures, keeping him hard, horny. The T-Rex liked the feeling.

As he was gripped and groped, the other pushed at him from behind with some other blue light. He snapped, trying to stop it, but the floor was too slippery, and the creatures too far away.

And the stroking felt good, too, so he didn't fight too hard.

After a few minutes of pushing, he found himself in a different bubble, one with more space between the walls, and more up and down room. The T-Rex stepped inside, flicking its tinier hands as it looked around. The creatures disappeared, shutting the bubble behind them, and as they did, the room filled with strange light-forms, looking like plants, and...other things, things that the T-Rex didn't have words for.

But that was not all.

No sooner had the T-Rex stepped into the center of the bubble than something leaped out of the floor and snapped out at its dick. The T-Rex leaped back, roaring, but the mechanical thing kept following him, trying to snap up and grab at the tip of its hard-on. Somehow, the dinosaur knew that if it did, it would never let go.

Away!

Another roar, this time followed up by a snap at the machine - a word that had been almost forgotten - that lunged upwards. The T-Rex caught the strange thing in its jaws, snapped down, but couldn't break it. All it could do was hold on, whipping it from side to side to try and kill it when its jaws couldn't do the job.

Die, die, die!

The machine kept shaking underneath, but the T-Rex held firm, keeping it from moving or getting free.

It was just bad luck that the T-Rex missed the second one.

As the dinosaur savaged the first tube, the second slithered up from behind and struck. A loud roar shook the bubble as the tube slithered further and further up, strange materials clasping about and dragging itself along its cock. The dinosaur shook its great head, trying to bring down a foot to stomp it away, but the machine had already pulled itself up too far, and sucked too hard. Pulling on the machine pulled on its cock, and that hurt.

Unable to do anything but submit to its fate, the T-Rex glared down at the ground, and at the tube slowly sneaking its way up. It could feel each and every tug, every little suck that the machine made to drag itself further along its shaft. It was humiliating, a threat to its dominance to be held and captured like this.

Must kill...must kill...

Still growling and raving in its head, the T-Rex almost missed the next part. The next, very crucial part. It...sucked. And stroked. And bounced. And oozed.

It was the oozing that made it different, that tormented the T-Rex and yet made it placid. The pleasure rushing through its body and slurping along its cock made the dinosaur moan as much as it was capable of, and slowly began to slump down a bit. It hit its knees, its hips making little micro-thrusts.

Elsewhere, there was something that opened, a little hole far up in the bubble. The T-Rex turned its head to the side, looking up, seeing silhouettes. They were so far off, too far to hunt, too far to kill. Yet, they were staring, looking down on it.

Somewhere, deep in the brain that had once known things, embarrassment leaped to the forefront. The dinosaur groaned, trying to get up, but then the machine started sucking again, dragging itself all the way down to the base of its massive shaft before pulling itself back to the tip, and then sucking down again. The slow, tight, slippery suction, combined with the feeling of its massive cock rubbing against the inside of the machine with all the juices and heat inside, made the T-Rex too docile to protest.

"Engaging electric stimulation. Milking moving to phase two."

The machine's words meant little to the dinosaur, but it was all too potent when it started using its new stage. What was left of Reuben moaned and groaned as the milker bobbed, sucked, and then started letting out tiny shocks. They were small, at first, just enough to feel but not enough to do anything else. Soon, though, they were getting stronger, making the dinosaur's muscles bounce and tense.

Soon, its cock started bouncing up and down, thrusting along even when the dinosaur had no intention of doing any such thing. It was even more humiliating, even more degrading as its cock was taken out of its control. Its chance to breed, its chance to do anything to change its life and leave a legacy, gone.

It belonged...

It belonged to them, now.

The T-Rex was dumb, but it had the ability to understand the basics of a hierarchy, what was above and below it. At first, it had thought that the creatures that had captured it were food. Now, it knew that it was food.

Suck, suck, shock.

Suck, suck, shock.

The pulses of pleasure continued to build, and the T-Rex grunted as its body got closer and closer to the edge. It slumped forward, almost lying on its side. Looking down, it could see the tube on its shaft, and the long line that led away from it, sucking and flattening every time that the tube moved down, and getting loose and limp when the tube moved up. Constant stroking, sucking, pulsing -

"Initiating phase three."

And now, vibrating. The T-Rex threw its head back, roaring to the heavens as it felt the buzzing all along its length. The sheer pleasure and power of it was enough to leave it dripping, humping, right on the edge.

The pleasure continued unrelentingly for almost an hour, if Reuben had been there to count the time. It was constantly edging, building the T-Rex up, making its cock ache from the sheer pleasure that it was given. And then, right at the end -

"Initiate phase four."

The final phase, it seemed, took the sucking, stroking, shocking, and vibrating from all the other phases, and pumped them up. They came hard and fast, making the T-Rex spasm and shake, and then...

Cum.

The roars echoed around the dome with all the force of a rampaging monster, but the T-Rex's balls were drained to the last drop. It ran down the hose, rushing away, filling it to the brim...

And still the machine sucked.

Even when the T-Rex stopped, even when there was nothing left, the machine kept it up. Slower perhaps, and less painful, but it kept milking. The T-Rex slowly stood up, managing to stand on shaky legs, and the machine allowed it to walk. The tube ran off into forever, giving it all the room to wander that it needed.

The dinosaur knew when it was beaten...and both feared and looked forward to the next full milking.

The End