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American Dragon: Jake (Big and) Long

For Etherious01

By Draconicon

"Gramps sure has a lot of old things," Jake muttered as he worked his fingers in between the narrow gaps. "Man, I wish he took care of them himself, though."

It was just part of the job, he supposed. Gramps had a lot of things that needed tending to, and often times, he had to clean them in dragon form. This time, however, he was restricted to doing it as a human, more of a chore than actual training. Probably his grandfather didn't want to risk things being damaged or scratched by something more clumsy.

He put down the latest statuette, and then moved on to the gas-filled vials that his grandfather kept off to the side. Honestly, he had no idea what they were for. Fu-Dog said that they were something to do with the first dragons, but he didn't know what that meant, nor did he know why his grandfather would keep them so separate from anything else.

Picking one green one up, he tossed it from hand to hand before grabbing the polishing cloth he'd been using. He scuffed it along the glass, and saw that the green only grew more vibrant along the inside as he cleared the dust out of the way. It gleamed, too, and seemed to push out against the cork on the top.

"Heh, looks like Gramps bottled something that didn't want to be caught."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he kept up the cleaning. There was something about the vial, though, something that he didn't quite understand. He lifted it closer to his face, squinting to try and get a better look at it. He took a breath, by accident, and -

"Mmmph! Geeeez, what the heck is that?"

Jake threw the vial away from him without thinking, holding a hand over his mouth and nose. The stupid thing reeked of dragon musk, the same smell that filled the room every time that he dragoned up and...well, had his fun. It was much stronger here, though, like something that had been left to marinate for years.

Geez, Gramps, what'd you do? Bottle up the first dragon's dick funk?

Shaking his head, he took a few deep breaths of clear air before getting back to polishing. He could still smell it, almost like some hint of it was coming through the cork at the end, and it left his head swimming. Jake groaned, pulling his shirt over his nose before it could get any worse, but as he did so, his grip slipped.

"Whoa-whoa-whoa!"

Jake shouted, trying to grab the vial as it slipped out of his fingers. He desperately grabbed for it as it fell towards the floor, but too late. The glass vial was falling too fast for him to stop, and it hit the ground.

CRASH!

He saw the pieces of glass scatter, the green fumes suddenly freed. The room was filled with the reeking stench of a dragon's crotch, and his eyes rolled back as it hit him hard. Jake's chest filled with the fumes, and his heart started pounding, his dick rising up in his jeans at record speeds.

RIIIIIP!

So fast, for that matter, that it actually ripped through his clothes. He stared down at his groin, unable to believe his eyes, but there it was. His cock had ripped right through his pants, poking out through the front of his jeans, and it was already dragon shaped, with thick, heavy ridges along the side and a more pointed tip than a human usually had. Not much different from a human cock after that, though, something which he was grateful for during his alone times.

Each breath of that musk only made it worse, though, the feeling of fire running over his skin burning him, but in the best of ways. It was like going dragon, but better, hitting him with an intense sense of pleasure every time that it rippled over him. Another, another, another, each time burning his skin to a deeper, heavier crimson, slowly turning him dragon without him trying to make it happen.

How?

The question was pushed right out of his head as he fell to his knees, groaning as his cock throbbed hard. It was big, bigger than usual, and considering that the rest of him was still pretty human, that was saying something. Jake groaned, biting his lips to try and keep from making more noise, but it was so hard, particularly...

Particularly when his dick started splitting.

He stared down at his shaft as the tip started to divide in two. The process was painless, thankfully, but it was still intensely weird to stare at his cock dividing down the middle. He could see the two heads becoming two shafts, little by little seeing them come apart into something of a V. Each one was just as big as the other, and he slowly shook his head as he reached down, hardly believing that it was real.

As soon as he touched his cock, he knew it was. He grabbed the other one with his free hand, and leaned his head back as he moaned at the top of his lungs.

"Ooooh yeah..."

He panted hard, his tongue falling out of his mouth as he stroked himself hard and fast, eagerly embracing the pleasure. His own musk seemed to be getting stronger, too, and he swore he could see the green fumes rising out from beneath him, rubbing up against his twin shafts, getting them soaked in that dank, musky smell.

He humped into his hands, thrusting between his fingers and embracing his pleasure. He moaned through the thrusting, panting hard as he felt his cocks throbbing, pulsing...growing.

Just like he was growing, he realized a second later.

How the hell is this happening?

He looked at himself, hardly believing that this was real, but there it was. He was growing bigger, bigger, bigger, not yet dragon, but still getting bigger. His shoulders were spreading out, ripping through the seams of his shirt and jacket, and his feet were pressing right to the edge of his shoes. It was making everything feel so tight, the only things unrestricted being his cocks. His balls churned, his legs throbbed as they tried to get longer, and everything just felt so -

"NNNNGH!"

He growled in frustration as he suddenly thrust upwards, his body growing bigger without warning. His back slammed up against the ceiling of the room, and he grunted at the impact.

No sooner had he slammed against it than his cocks grew with him, swelling out from his crotch and stabbing through the wall opposite him. For a second, he thought he should be in pain from the fact that his dicks had just punched through drywall and concrete, but -

"MMMPH!"

Jake moaned as he continued his slow journey upwards, his body still growing, his muscles starting to pulse and grow bigger as well. His arms and legs had always been thicker in dragon form, but they were positively huge, now, like tree-trunks coming out from his chest and hips.

And he was still getting taller, too. His body throbbed, pulsed, burned just like his cocks, and as his skin turned to scales, his face pushing forward with the beginnings of his snout, there was another sudden pulse.

"AAAAAAAAGH!"

He screamed as he suddenly grew again, his back grinding against the ceiling until the ceiling gave up. Jake's body pushed higher and higher, ripping through every floor of his grandfather's workshop, and his feet slammed down, past the bottom floor and through the earth itself.

Up, up, up, like his body needed to be free of the earth as much as it could. He soared through the air, growing taller without leaving the ground, until the throbbing finally came to a halt.

Jake panted, staring down around him. He'd burst through the building that his grandfather lived in, but more than that, he'd leaned against the one next to it, breaking it down, and the one after that, too. He was taller than any building around him, standing more than fifty feet over any of them.

He lifted one giant, scaly foot, and he ripped through the remnants of his grandfather's house, and when he brought it back down, the huge foot cracked through the concrete with the most ginger of touches, his weight smashing it apart and cracking down to the pipes dozens of feet below.

And still, his cocks throbbed.

What embarrassment he felt as he stood, naked, in front of all of New York City, was swiftly buried beneath the throbbing need between his legs. That powerful musk burned in his nose, reminding him of what he needed, what had started this, what had brought him to pay attention to it all. He grabbed his cocks, pulling them up from the ground.

They were huge, now, the tips pointing up taller than his head, oozing pre down with droplets bigger than the cars on the street. He stroked himself once, and a deluge that would have filled the local reservoir fell down, flooding through some of the narrower streets and sending people running for the hills.

Jake should have felt bad for them, but...

He didn't.

He groaned, the smell of his own arousal, and that of the vial, mixing together to form something far stronger. He panted, huffing it in as his nostrils flared, and he grabbed his cocks together, stroking them as hard as he could as he loomed over Manhattan.

People were taking pictures, too, and he turned, letting them see him from all angles, from his tight, muscular ass to his giant feet to his massive cock and balls. He took a step forward, his huge orbs - hanging down to his knees - knocking down an entire building on their own. He stepped through the wreckage, feeling almost a sense of pride as he left the massive footprints that he did in the streets.

This...this was his, now. Manhattan belonged the American Dragon, and everyone would know it. He stroked himself, knowing that he'd need to mark this place, mark it so that no other dragon - or anything else - could come and take it from him.

Thankfully, he had balls more than big enough for the job.

The End