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An Invitation to Relaxation

Chapter 2

For Engy

By Draconicon

In short order, the two dragons were standing outside The Mindless Sprawl, a particular point in Red-Light South that offered both a function and the pleasures of a brothel. From the outside, the place was certainly interesting-looking. A massive cock shot up behind the building like a tower, framed by an equally massive pair of ass cheeks. Between the pair of them was a pussy that looked pumped and almost inflated, just to complete the set, and Draconicon smiled, shaking his head.

"Certainly getting the whole message out," he said as he and Engy were bathed in neon lights.

"That's a little...much, isn't it?"

"Well, it is meant to make people big."

"That's not big. That's macro."

"Says the man that would grow his balls to building size," he teased.

"Hey, only if the rest of my body came with me."

"Still macro."

"...Shut up."

"Shall we?"

"Uh, yes. Yes, please."

Patting the yellow dragon on the back for being patient and willing, Draconicon led the way up the stairs. They were short, just three wooden steps leading up to a patio. Around the door, arranged like a sort of western saloon, were rocking chairs, and each one had a second resting surface just under the one for your ass, probably built for things that were too big to entirely fit properly. The fact that they had something that could swing around for the chest and extra room in the back for a large ass told him that he was probably right.

They walked through the swinging doors at the front and were immediately assaulted with a heavy scent of musk and sweat. While not as strong as what was pumped out of Swelter, it was strong enough to have them both waving the air and fanning their wings slightly. Engy slowly turned in place, his cock rising and his balls jingling from the bell belt, and Draconicon had to admit, the interior did have quite the nice view.

Most of the clientele were leaning back in large booths or chairs, each person with something or other bigger than it should be. The most obvious were the mice that had breasts or asses well bigger than their head and keeping them from getting out of their chairs, while there were some that were a bit more subtle. The bigger species, ranging from bulls to elephants to orcas, weren't so immediately out of proportion, but he could see some that had cocks that had to be at least three feet long, and only looked shorter because they started taller. It was quite the interesting thing to see.

But most telling, outside of the clients in the booths and cushioned chairs, were their half-closed eyes and the way that every single one of them were touching themselves, rubbing and grinding and molesting themselves to some unseen beat. Those that had grown in the chest were groping their new boobs ceaselessly, molesting their nipples and pulling on them, testing the weight that rested there. Those that had bigger asses were grinding back in their seats, panting and touching it, spanking it. And those with bigger dicks...

Well, they were predictable.

Draconicon smiled to himself, guessing what was going on. The size growth probably meant that the mind shut down here, enhancing the pleasure that came from the bigger anatomy. Something about having bigger dicks meant that thoughts went smaller, focusing you more and more on the pleasure that you got from the new, enhanced anatomy.

Yes, Engy was going to like it here. The yellow dragon was all but bouncing in place, grinning ear to ear, and he chuckled as he reached out and spanked the alchemist.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"Careful, or your big balls will sink you right through the floor."

"They're not that big. Yet."

"Yes, yes, I know. Come on. Let's find the -"

"Excuse me, sirs."

Someone that wasn't just mindlessly moaning, then. Must have been either an employee or a manager, or - no, it was the owner. Draconicon remembered this fox, with his thick hips and thicker ass, and the way that he had to wear long shirts particularly to ensure that he wasn't breaking the modesty rules in public, since no pants actually fit him. The red-black fox bowed his head.

"Mr. Draconicon, quite the surprise to see you here. And Mr. Engy, yes?"

"You know me?" Engy asked.

"By reputation, of course. I study the various papers published from the Great Tower, and your insights on botany and the use of certain herbs to increase growth have been quite influential in my establishment."

As his friend blushed up a storm, Draconicon stepped closer. The fox leaned in, whispering.

"It is rather irregular to have a customer that isn't already tranced. Is something wrong?"

"Merely an inspection, Denato, making sure that everything's up to code."

"An...inspection, Mr. Draconicon?"

"Nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"No, no, nothing at all. Just...didn't expect it." The fox shook his head. "I thought we were scheduled for next week, but that's fine. I can pencil you in."

"And my friend."

"Yes, yes, your friend. Ah, Mr. Engy? I'm afraid that we have no ball-growth stations free today. Is there another part that you'd like grown?"

"Ass is fine," Engy said.

"Splendid. I have an employee most skilled with that. If the pair of you will follow me?"

They did, walking after the fox in a circuitous path through a main room that had everything in common with a western saloon. The only things missing were the piano and the scantily-dressed women walking from place to place. Then again, the card tables in the middle of the room, where different customers gambled on different sizes, seemed to more than make up for that.

Draconicon leaned over, watching as some of the players were going through a round of what looked like poker. The player he passed had a royal flush in hand, but was stupid enough to throw away three cards that were guaranteed to make him lose. The dragon cocked his head to the side, waiting until they were out of earshot to speak.

"Are they betting size to gain, or size to lose?" he asked.

"At the tables? It varies, but most of the time to gain. If you win a hand, your opponents get smaller and you get bigger."

"Ah. Then the whole stupid decision thing -"

"The bigger you are, the less blood you have for decision-making. And the trance of the establishment helps, as well," Denato admitted.

Draconicon imagined it did. The more that you got into your new size, the more that you wanted it to grow, and the more that it grew, the more that you forgot anything else, including what you might need to do to keep it. That meant that they were effectively stuck in a loop of getting smart, getting small, getting big, getting dumb, and then starting all over again once they got small once more. They were never going to win big, never going to clean everyone out. It always came back to getting just small enough to get smart again and doing it all over once more.

It was quite the effective business model. Long as the growth mechanism didn't give out, you could keep them buying snacks and drinks for hours that way. He approved.

They left the main part of the saloon for the back rooms, where the wood-floor and the occasional rustic paintings on the wall continued the previous motif. Half-open doors led to rooms that were echoing with moans, and Draconicon could just imagine what was going on in there.

They kept walking until they found one door that was completely closed. Denato paused to open it, peeked inside, and nodded to himself as he pulled back.

"Unoccupied, finally. Here you are, sirs."

"And all the others were occupied? Surprised that they don't want privacy."

"It's the Sprawl, sir. Everyone wants everyone else to know just how big they're getting."

"Yeeeeees," Engy hissed.

"Shall I expect to see you here again, Mr. Engy?" the fox asked.

"Again? I'm going to be here every week. Maybe we can get lunch sometime? Talk about other growth potential, and -"

"No bribing my fellow inspector," the black dragon said with a chuckle, pulling Engy through to the growth room. "Send the butt-grower when you can."

"Of course, sirs."

Chuckling and shaking his head, Draconicon turned to their room. It wasn't particularly large, perhaps twice the size of a two-person booth, and there was very little allocated to it. There was a machine in the middle, made of dark wood and bronze in an effort to fit with the motif, and the shape of it - with a pair of indentations just under a tube that was obviously meant for large species - made it clear what it was good for growing. Draconicon rolled his eyes as he started taking off his robe.

"Going for a bigger dick, Master?" Engy asked with a teasing smile.

"Not that I need one, but it sounds fun."

"You can always be bigger."

"Heh, trust you to say that."

"No, I'm serious. People are hotter when they're bigger. And the fact that they let you see it grow is even hotter."

"...You really get into this, don't you?"

"TF is great, but growth...mmph." Holding his fingers up and making a chef's kiss, Engy shook his head. "Just throw that in and I'll always be happy."

Nodding, he laid his robe over the back of the chair attached to the machine. He glanced at the tube, trying to guess just how it would make his cock bigger. The suction part of it was obvious, probably something that would plump it up and help it relax at the same time. Though he couldn't see any tubes leading in to add drugs, he imagined that some of that would be poured through the clear tubing that his cock would be in, something that exuded it and formed something like a pressure-cooker seal.

Odd sort of machine, but it was probably going to be fun. Probably.

As he got as comfortable as he could in his chair, he heard the door open again. He glanced backward and saw, of all species, a frog step inside. The young male bowed his head, fat-faced pulled tight by his elastic skin.

"So, whose ass am I inflating?" the frog asked.

"Uh, mine," Engy said, holding up a finger.

"Fat ass already. But you're going to be needing to walk sideways to get through doors by the time I'm done with you."

"Mmmph. You're speaking my language."

"Mmm, I'd prefer to speak ass. Now, get over there and point that sexy big butt my way," the frog said.

Even though the alchemist was blushing, Draconicon could tell that Engy was already grinning like a mad-man beneath it. There were few times where he could actually completely relax and let someone at him like this, and he imagined that the alchemical studies would probably grind to a halt for a little while as the other dragon explored the various bits of pleasure that this place had to offer. Considering the sheer number of options that the Sprawl had at its disposal, he imagined that Engy would be busy here for weeks.

Hearing the soft slurps that confirmed that Engy's procedure would be growth-by-rimming, he sidled up to the edge of his chair, the tip of his cock touching the tube. He looked down at the hole that he'd be trapped in for the foreseeable future, and took a deep breath before taking the plunge.

As soon as he slid forward, the tubing and the mouth tip at the end - was it plastic? Glass? Draconicon didn't know - sealed itself to his crotch. It started sucking almost right away, and though it wasn't the same as a blowjob (too much pressure and not enough wet) it was still surprisingly pleasurable. He felt his cock expanding rather than hardening, filling up the space around it, pressing flush against the tubing wall as his balls were pulled down against their proper indentations.

At first, it was just the sensation of being sucked on, but as he felt his cock filling out the tubing more and more, he felt something else. There was a sense of tension, something keeping his cock from getting hard as it was pulled down and weighted there. He wouldn't be getting hard no matter how good it felt, and he imagined that was to make sure that the tension in the dick didn't interfere with it being stretched.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw Engy moaning, the yellow dragon grabbing the wall with his claws and panting as his ass was invaded by frog tongue. Over and over, repeatedly slamming into that hole, the frog's tongue opened him up. Draconicon couldn't help but compare it to the sight of a Yoshi's tongue flicking in and out, darting past that pucker and punching in before pulling back out again.

And the effects were very obvious.

"Getting into it over there?" Draconicon asked, a soft pant in his voice already.

"Mmmph...fuck yeah."

"Good tongue?"

"Oh yeah."

"Fat ass?"

"Getting - mmph - bigger."

And he was definitely doing that. Every second or third tongue thrust, those yellow cheeks did more than just wobble. They swelled, pushing both outwards and backward as they filled in with more jiggle, more weight to really make them pop. Draconicon smiled, feeling a little throb through his cock as he imagined putting them to use -

"Mmph!"

Only for the machine to kick into high gear without warning. He turned back to it, panting as he felt some sort of ooze surrounding his cock inside of the sucking tube. His balls were feeling hotter, almost like they were sweating inside of the thing, and -

Oh, yeah. There it was. He could feel the slow expansion going on, the ooze getting absorbed by his dick and making it swell. Almost like a sponge absorbing water, his cock pulled in whatever the fuck that was and started pushing further down the tube.

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

He could feel the effect of the trance being held at bay, but even though he knew it was being kept away, he could still tell what it would have done. It would have made his cock feel super-sensitive, every new inch adding more to what he was experiencing. The sheer bliss of being completely out of it, the hunger for more, the utter need to be a good little cock-stroker would have been all but overwhelming.

Oh, yeah. There's a lot of people that would love it here.

Restraining the urge to thrust against the machine, he tried to study it. The way that it was pulling his cock further and further down the tube, elongating it little by little, was fascinating. He could see the full length of his black cock going deeper into the machine, passing the one-foot mark and -

Oh, there were marks on the tube. He could see the inch-lines and he stared as his cock went past one after another, slowly slithering deeper like some snake attached to his crotch that was finally deciding to fully leave its hole.

From just over a foot to fourteen inches, fifteen, sixteen. He groaned under his breath as he felt the suction pulling on his balls again, making them feel heavier than they were while at the same time making them look swollen and stretched taut in the machine. Draconicon gritted his teeth, curling his toes as he panted, feeling like his cock would be rock hard right now if it wasn't intentionally relaxed by the drugs.

"Ah...mmph...NNNGH!"

Engy moaned and shivered behind him, and the dragon looked back at him again. He was on tiptoes, his balls getting squeezed gently, rolled around in the palm of the frog's hand. Each little touch was driving his alchemist completely nuts, clearly, and he was shivering from head to toe. He arched his back, thrusting back, and when he did, it was clear how much bigger his ass was, his hips and thighs wider than they had been by some way, his robe pushed up by the sheer girth of his rump and his hips.

And the cheeks? Oh, the jiggles they made. If it wasn't for the frog's head between them, Draconicon was pretty sure that they'd make thunderclaps coming together.

And as it was, they were almost surrounding the frog's face, anyway, squished against him and getting squishier with each wet lick and penetration that followed. Engy was moaning up a storm as his ass cheeks rolled and wobbled, welling out and getting firmer, and -

And it was hitting him, too, Draconicon realized, and he looked away to make sure that his cock didn't get injured from growing at an inopportune time. He looked back down, feeling his balls swelling a bit further - yes, probably about his fist size or slightly larger at this point - while his cock had hit the nineteen-inch mark, and was still swelling further.

"Fucking hell..."

It wasn't even that sort of orgasmic growth that some magic did, though there was definitely pleasure to it. Instead, there was this sort of gentle stretching, like something building up tension towards being hotter and hotter. He panted, curling his toes and scratching the floorboard as the machine sucked his cock longer, pulling it further in. The slime marks of his pre-cum dripping free flowed further into the machine, and he panted as he felt like his cock was getting thicker, too.

"Nnngh...mmph..."

He gripped the sides of the chair, grateful that he was at least not focused on the trance part, or rather, not swallowed by it. It could have made him...made him surrender...

But as it was, he was able to just enjoy it, taking in the different sensations, studying them, learning what it was like to be made this big and enjoy it. He leaned forward, huffing and puffing as his cock crossed the twenty-inch line, and kept on going, to twenty-one, and twenty-two.

"Gonna need...gonna need a real fat ass to bury this in later," he muttered. "Most people couldn't take this..."

"I can...I can," Engy said between moans.

"We'll see."

"We'll - EEE!"

That was probably the frog thrusting his tongue in deeper, and Draconicon bit off a laugh at the thought of something going that deep, that fast, and that wet. It probably felt good though, considering Engy's moans that followed.

His cock finally reached twenty-four inches, and the machine's low hum finally came to a stop. It wasn't off, though. Instead, it was -

He blinked as something came up from the bottom of the tube. Rather than just releasing him, it forced a suction in reverse, pulling some sort of white goo up along his cock and towards the head, dragging along the bottom of his shaft and all over it. There was something oddly sensual about it, like having his cock licked from head to base, but there was something more, something -

"Ah!"

Draconicon arched his back, almost cumming right then and there. It was so sensitive now, and his cock could feel every bit of the clear, hard surface pressed against it. It was almost impossible not to thrust away right then and there, and the only thing keeping him from giving in was the fact that the machine was attached to him. He couldn't thrust, even if he wanted to.

The suction only lasted for a few more seconds, eventually coming to a halt as the machine powered down. He panted as he pulled his cock back, his balls actually making a 'pop' sound as they came out of the indentations, and he swore that they were sweating up a storm, too, considering the fluid-sensation that he could feel dripping from the bottom. However, it was his cock that received the most attention.

It had grown so long that he had to reel it free of the machine, slowly dragging it out and back. It was slimy, wet and dripping with some sort of white ooze, the same thing that it had bene forced to absorb, and he hissed as he touched his cock over and over. Very sensitive, it seemed, and more than a little bit eager. The moment that the head popped free, the whole thing throbbed upwards, begging for him to wrap his hands around it and start stroking, and he very nearly gave in.

Nearly.

He stared at his new shaft, well and truly doubled in size. Just over twenty-six inches now that it was hard, it was thick enough that there was no way in hell that it would go into most holes without turning someone inside-out. He'd need someone that was either insanely well-trained, or -

"NNNNGH!"

And that was Engy going over the edge. He turned around to see the yellow dragon arching his back, his legs shaking as the frog - whose head had all but disappeared - made the last thrust of his tongue. The wall was painted white, and the frog pulled back with a gasp, his eyes wide.

"Holy fuck you grow fast. What kind of dragon are you?" the frog panted.

"Big...balled...dragon," Engy panted.

"That doesn't answer anything."

"Just...big. I get big, and I like getting big." He chuckled. "And I drink a lot of potions."

"That explains it. Christ. I thought I was going to drown in that ass. Not the worst way to go, but Christ."

"Sorry," Engy said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Don't apologize," Draconicon said. "He's just giving you a hard time. And being a bit too hard about it," the black dragon added, narrowing his eyes.

"Yeah...yeah, sorry," the frog eventually apologized. "I get a little too into it."

"Ah. Yeah. Me too."

"We good?"

"Yeah, we're good."

Nodding, the frog hopped out before they had the chance to ask any more questions. Draconicon shook his head, and the two dragons turned to look at each other properly.

He whistled. Engy was truly a pear-shaped dragon now, what with those hips and that ass. Glancing at the doorway, he wasn't sure that his friend would be able to make it out without wrecking the frame in a few places. He was just that big and that wide, and when he turned even a bit, his ass jiggled like no tomorrow, officially declaring itself off-limits to anything under horse-size.

Draconicon, on the other hand, was well-aware of just how huge he'd gotten, but Engy's eyes on his cock told him that it was appreciated even more by the other dragon. The sheer heft of the thing was definitely new, and he was aware of just how big his balls were, too. Well and truly huge, compared to what they had been, and - yep, very, very needy. He groaned, feeling his cock bobbing up and down.

"I think I'm going to need to drain this, and soon," he muttered.

"Mmm, I think I'm big enough to take that monster. And even if I wasn't, I'm elastic."

"No, that's Ide."

"No, that's me too. Remember? I have that stretchy hole? One of the ways that I got into your harem in the first place, remember?"

"Oh, right." Draconicon nodded, rubbing his forehead. "Wow, it really has been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yeah. Why do you think I keep pushing you to relax? You need it, and you don't do stuff with us nearly often enough."

"Alright, alright, I get it."

"Sorry," Engy muttered, calming down almost instantly.

"It's alright. You're right after all. It's just...you know how it gets. Work. Responsibilities. Making sure that everything gets done. It's just what I do, and I forget that there's other things, more fun things, that need to be done, too."

It was never fun to be reminded of the things that you'd failed at, particularly when you were failing at them to try and succeed at others and still failing at that. He wanted people to be happy, but to make sure that they were happy, he needed to be there for them. And to be there for them, he needed people in place to take care of all the other things that really, really, really needed doing.

But that...that was something that he'd have to figure out. Eventually.

"I should probably talk to Denato about getting this thing shrunken down," Draconicon muttered, looking down at his dick. "Not going to be able to walk around with this all big and hard."

"Heh, I can take care of the hard part, Master," Engy said.

"Yes, but the big part?"

"Well...do you have to shrink it?"

"If I want to fit in my robe, kinda."

"Well, what if you don't want to fit in your robe?"

Draconicon arched an eyebrow. As Engy rubbed the back of his head in mild embarrassment, the black dragon looked down at his own cock. It was huge, massive, and for most people, it would have been one hell of an inconvenience. The sheer size of it meant that it was little more than decorative for 95% of the population, and even those that were built on a scale to take it would struggle. But...

But at the same time, he could hear something in Engy's voice. He gripped it at the base, looking back at the alchemist.

"You want me to keep it like this?"

"Well, it's a sexy look on you."

"That's not my question."

"...Well, yeah, kinda."

"...Isn't it just a little..."

"Well, a little much is what I like," Engy admitted, shaking his head. "And besides, it makes you look good. Like a real emperor. Emperor of cock."

"The dragon emperor of the shaft."

"The Baron of Balls."

"With the flesh scepter to claim what he likes?"

"And what kind of king would have a scepter that was too short?" Engy teased.

"Okay, okay, fine. I'll let it stay this way for the rest of the day, see how it feels," Draconicon agreed, playfully rolling his eyes. "But just because you say it makes me look sexy, got it?"

"Works for me."

"It better. Come on."

Thankfully, he was at least half-soft by the time that they reached the main room and found Denato again. The fox was busy handing out drinks to those that were barely sober to begin with, and he was just about to pass out a bottle to someone else that would be forced to carry it between breasts that were so oversized that it was a miracle that she could stand on her own two legs when they approached. He smiled, wiping down a glass.

"What can I get for you?"

"Just letting you know that the machines seem to work fine, and your employees are more or less doing their job well," Draconicon said. "Just one thing that you might want to consider."

"What might that be?"

"I know the majority of your clients will be too stupid to ask about it, or go for it, but think about keeping some directions to your shrinking gear up for those that want it."

"..."

"Denato?" Draconicon asked, arching an eyebrow. "You do have a means of reversing what's done to people here?"

"Well...it's usually just waiting it out. It's not like any of it is permanent, after all, and there's only a few treatments that keep growing over time."

"Denato..."

"Sir, this is an establishment for growth, not shrinking. Think of the hits my reputation would take if anyone thought that I'd take away what they'd paid for."

Draconicon sighed, rubbing his forehead. The issues of a fetish establishment, and particularly those that were run by people that enjoyed their kink that much. They never wanted it to end, and that meant sending customers home with perhaps a little bit more than they bargained for.

"Alright. I'm giving you a B."

"A...A B, sir?"

"B for everything else being good, but you miss the A mark by not having that little safety release for those that might get in over their head."

"...Point taken, sir, if annoyingly so." Denato nodded. "I'll ensure that we get something installed by next week."

"By the day after tomorrow. There's supplies, and you're hardly -"

"Oh. My. God."

Draconicon blinked, slowly turning around. Standing in the door of the saloon was a club of femboy lions, each and every one of them dressed like some sort of hipster that had just gotten their hair done in braids and showing off how much the world didn't impress them. Each one had turned from the saloon's interior to him, and their eyes were widening with amazement, awe, and most importantly, lust.

"...Run," Draconicon muttered.

"What?" Engy asked.

"Run!"

The fanboys leaped from the door toward him, all while Draconicon picked his fat-ass friend up and threw him overhead. The yellow dragon tumbled through a window, and even as he shouted an apology over his shoulder, the black dragon followed the alchemist through.

"What the hell?" Engy muttered, groaning as he dragged himself upright. "What are you - eep!"

"Run! Fanboys! A pride of fanboys!"

Cursing the month of June under his breath, he dragged Engy along. There were plenty of alleys to lose the lions in, if they could get a big enough head-start. The question was, what were they going to do when they finally did? There were still plenty of places to visit in Red-Light South, but first -

"There he is!"

"I want that dick!"

"I want his feet!"

"Dibs on the butt!"

Fucking fan-boy hornballs and seeing through the stupid trance...

The End

Summary: Draconicon and Engy reach the Mindless Sprawl, and the two have some fun.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Dragon, Frog, Fox, Machines, Growth, Cock Growth, Ass Growth, Ball Growth, Draconicon, Rimming, Brothel, Cards, Gambling, Maiyone, Series, Cum, Orgasm,