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"Have a nice day," the green dragon told the little old lemur as she walked away with her shopping cart. Never shop here again, please, was what he was thinking. The customer had taken a good ten minutes to placate - she'd been yelling about how they no longer carried her favorite brand of dishwashing liquid and blaming the cashier for this change - and had followed on the heels of one who'd been complaining about the lack of attractive girls in the store that day. The cashier didn't care for a number of reasons, such as the fact that the whining turtle was wrong - the next cashier over was a stunning, heavy breasted vixen. Some people, he thought as he asked "can I help you today, sir?" to the next customer.

The dragon, referred to by his friends in the shorter Infy, really hated working register. Supermarket shifts in general were a pain the rear, but it was compounded when he had to engage in the tedious task of helping idiots. And there were no shortage of idiots at the grocery store. He particularly liked the ones who would stop to gawk at him, shiny green scales rippling over the tight muscles of his body, his chest pushing out his shirt to leave a nice big space in front of his hardened abs. Those were the better customers, they at least had the decency to treat him like a sex object instead of a slave. On average, people expected the cashiers to do their job and not talk, or be ignored as they tried to promote the latest scams, or just be a person to yell at about how the supermarket wasn't an ideal location for shopping.

When he got home to his studio apartment, he tossed his bag in the front and collapse on his bed, tail hanging off the side. Standing on his feet for six hours, with only one half an hour break, left him exhausted, not because it was difficult. It was mostly because it was such demeaning work. He should be working with the computers, redesigning the layout of web pages, freelancing: not working as a cashier in the busiest market in town. The longer he worked there, the less energy he had the following day. Now he didn't even feel like kicking back and playing games - it just wasn't worth the effort.

Click clack. The metal shutter of the mail box in his door open and closed, letters dropping on the floor. With a grunt, he got himself off the bed, pausing to shake his head clear before trudging to the hall to pick up the bills and fliers. There was never any good mail, which wasn't too much of a surprise, considering how much of his correspondence tended to be through the internet. There were five envelopes, which he rummaged through quickly. Bill, free credit card, bill, bill, and... from Simeon? The last letter felt noticeably heavier. It didn't have a return address, either.

Unsure of who exactly Simeon was, Infy opened that envelop first. Light reflected against something from inside, catching the dragon's eye. He fished it out, reveling a simple gold ring, plain and unadorned. It could have been mistaken for an engagement ring, bland as it was. Probably the letter is a cheesy proposal, he thought as he pulled the paper out of the envelop and read.

Dear Infigan Drachen,

No doubt you are confused about the nature of this letter, and the gift it comes with. A good friend of mine mentioned to me in conversation that you had a penchant for jewelry, but he didn't have anything he could get you, since his funds were dry. He seemed so down about this that I felt compelled to send you this in his stead. He knows nothing of this, and I would appreciate it if you did not let him know that I sent it, either. He would be rather miffed if he found out, I am afraid.

Either way, enjoy this ring. It's fairly simple, nothing too flashy, and it should keep any unwanted suitors at bay, with how it looks like an engagement ring and all.

Sincerely,

Simeon.

Infy laughed, his tail thumping against the floor. Whoever had sent this letter clearly hadn't been talking to the most knowledgeable of friends. The dragon truthfully didn't care for jewelry one way or the other these days, though in the past he had been rather fond of necklaces. Still, if nothing else, it would be interesting to see if any of the customers made note of it. He slipped the ring on his index finger where it fit perfectly, the metal's weight almost unnoticeable. It was like the band had been forged to his exact specifications. His stomach growled suddenly.

After preparing for himself a supper of scrambled eggs and cauliflower, Infy decided that it was time to head in for bed. It was only ten in the evening, but he had an early shift the next morning, and he was still feeling drained from his earlier shift. He shucked his clothes off, then clambered under the covers, preferring to sleep in the nude. As he drifted off into sleep, the dim realization occurred to him that he had forgotten to take the ring off before bed, but it wasn't worth chasing after that thought when the sheep were dancing the Macarena in his dreams.

At work the next morning, things had shifted to the other problem of being a cashier - boredom. The early hours were particularly guilty of this, as only octogenarians shopped around that time, and they took five hours to decide on what they wanted anyway. He could see one of them now, a panda in hitched up pants hobbling along down the isles, his turtleneck a painful shade of purple. The dragon looked away, hoping to find something else to occupy his time with.

His eyes were glued to the clock after three hours with nothing to do. He got to take his break at three fifteen, and that was only five minutes away. While praying that no customer would show up, a customer showed up: a large, muscular lion in grey shorts and a black tank top. Infy had to blink twice to make sure the guy was for real, as it wasn't often he saw people bigger than himself. But no, the dude approaching him was real, assuming that ghosts weren't able to lift groceries out of shopping carts. The lion flashed a dazzling white smile, making the dragon stutter a bit as he asked "Can I help you today, sir?"

As the lion heaved a sack of potatoes onto the conveyer belt, Infy got a great view of the flexing biceps. He checked to make sure he wasn't drooling. "Say," said the lion, "you look like you work out a lot. You have any tips for me?"

"Are you kidding me?" Infy replied as he scanned a carton of milk. "You're definitely bigger than I am. Besides, I don't work out, this is just natural." And a little bit of magic, the dragon added to himself, but he didn't really feel people needed to know about his powers. They weren't really anything special, just let him grow to the sizes he wanted. Who couldn't do that these days, anyway?

They started to chat with each other, discussing nutrition, then similar interests. Idle chatter made the work light, and soon Infy even forgot he was suppose to be heading on a break. There was only one more item to scan in, a bag of grapes. He watched as the lion picked it up, and watched as the grapes came spilling out of the bag on to the floor. The big cat had picked up the bag from the wrong side.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I cant believe how clumsy that was." He bent down to pick it up, Infy right beside him, the pair crawling around on hands and knees to collect the tiny fruit that had scattered about. The vixen at the next register was watching them, her tongue licking her lips every time one of the two men turned their rear in her direction. Neither noticed, as their heads were nearly to the floor trying to make sure they didn't miss any. Once certain they'd gotten everything, Infy charged the lion for the groceries, but kept the grapes off the bill. Accidents happened.

Once the customer was gone, Infy checked his lane to see if anybody else needed servicing, but there was no line. Relieved, he put up a "Next Lane Available, Please" sign, dropped his name tag into the register, and strolled off to the bathroom. He seriously needed to take a leek, and it was the only opportunity he was going to get for another five hours. He hated eight hour shifts by a decent fraction more than he hated six hour ones. About a third more, he decided as he undid his belt in front of the urinal.

To say he was hung would be an understatement. Saying he was too big for normal underwear was a bit closer to accurate, and so he didn't bother wearing any unless he really wanted to show off. Even flaccid, he had to hold his cock up with his hands to keep the head from hanging into the porcelain mounted on the wall. His balls, when they didn't want to co-operate, would pop out of his pants even if he didn't drop trou. Today, they were being nice and staying tucked into the right side leg. Urine expelled, he zipped up his fly and headed to the sink to wash up. He had to admit, being an employee did have one benefit - private washrooms.

As he dried his hands, the dragon noticed the lack of a waste basket. Some idiot has stolen it again, he grumbled as he stuffed the used paper towels into his pocket, only to find something already in that pocket. Surprised, he placed the paper towel on the sink and dug into his pocket to check what the obstruction was. He pulled out five grapes, and chuckled. Must have fallen in, he thought, while studying them. They looked delicious, deep green, plump and round. He tossed one into the air, trying to catch it in his muzzle.

He missed, however, and the grape fell into his shirt through the open buttons of his uniform's polo. His pecs blocked it from going any further, but he couldn't reach it with his hands without taking his shirt off, so instead he pulled the fabric out and sucked his chest in, letting the grape fall towards his belt. The grape indeed fell, but the belt did not keep it from falling further. He yelped as the cool skin of the fruit brushed against his sac.

Infy waited for the grape to roll out the bottom of his slacks, but nothing ever came down. He shook his right leg, then his left, but still nothing. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so he couldn't figure out where the grape could have gotten to, and he didn't feel any wet spots on his scales, so it couldn't have gotten squished. Confused, the dragon double checked the bathroom door was locked before unclasping his belt and pulling down his pants, letting his thick cock flop out again. He poked his claws into the legs of the pants, searching for the missing grape, only to come up empty.

The mystery of the disappearing grape troubled him enough to experiment, to recreate the situation. He put his pants back on first, stuffing his heavy orbs into the uncomfortable fabric, making sure to tuck in his shirt before strapping his belt into place. Then, positive that he was properly dressed in the same fashion as before, he took one of the remaining grapes and dropped it down his open shirt. Again it was stopped by his chest, forcing him to suck in to let it fall further. Again the soft skin brushed against his balls, and again, nothing came out of his pants legs. Two of the remaining grapes experienced the same treatment, and provided the same results.

With only one grape left, Infy decided to try again, but this time with his pants off. With his trousers resting around his ankles, he prepared to drop the final grape down his shirt, but paused for a moment when he caught his reflection in the mirror. He wasn't entirely sure, but something about his sac looked bigger. Bigger than it had looked not even five minutes before. He dismissed it as the light playing tricks on him, and dropped the grape. Down it went, through the shirt, past his pecs. He saw in the mirror how the grape brushed against his balls... and then vanished. His sac dropped an almost unnoticeable amount.

For a moment, he couldn't believe what he had just seen. There was no way a grape could possibly disappear just by touching his balls. No, he realized, it was more like it had been absorbed by his balls. Infy hefted his endowment, its increased weight in his hands like a completely new appendage attached to his scrotum. His dick twitched to attention as he contemplated ways to check, and possibly abuse, his gained power.

He tried the first thing his eyes caught site of: the soap dispenser. Heading towards the sink, his erection bouncing in front of him, Infy grabbed the container, his hand trembling with anticipation. Slowly, he brought the plastic in contact with his flesh, waiting for the thrill of watching it vanish. But the container remained, the soap dispenser cold against his package. His member went semi-hard, taking the rejection harshly.

Undeterred, Infy turned on the tap full blast, cold water gushing forth into the sink. He cupped his hands, collecting some of the hydrogen bounty, careful to have all his fingers together so water wouldn't drip out. Exercising caution, he brought the liquid down to his balls, immersing the orbs in the fluid. His cock softened from the exposure to the cold. Infy waited, hoping the water would disappear. At first, he thought it was working - the water level was slowly dropping. Then he felt his feet getting wet. When he looked between his legs, the water was gone from his hands - it had all fallen onto his pants. Crestfallen, he pulled his trousers back up and on. There was a large wet spot all around the front and back.

For the rest of his shift that day, Infy was bouncing between two thoughts. The first was questions about the unexplained ability: why had the grapes been absorbed, but not the soap or the water? Was it something that only worked with fruit? How had he even acquired such a power? The other thought was more practical: he was just glad that the station for the cash register was higher than crotch height. And if anybody saw the dark stain on his pants, they didn't comment.

Before he left the store, the dragon went to the produce section. He wanted to pick up a few things anyway, some apples and oranges for snacking, a watermelon for next week when he expected some friends to stop by. But he had his eye on the grapes, the green ones particularly. With some consideration for the size of the clusters, and no consideration for cost, Infy purchased a bag full of grapes, similar in prportion to the one the lion had tried to purchase earlier. For the first time in months, the dragon went home after work with energy in his step.

He was already undoing his belt before he stepped through the door to his apartment, and was out of his pants before he had it locked. Kicking off his shoes and trousers with one motion, the dragon dropped his groceries, except the grapes which he took to the kitchen. His eagerness was apparent in his meat, which pointing like a dowsing rod ahead of him. Once settled in a kitchen chair, he opened the package of grapes and let the contents spill out onto the table. Putting away the groceries could wait until later, there were more important things to do right now.

At first, he picked one grape at a time, letting the skins touch his sac and marveling when the little ovals disappeared. One grape after another left the plastic bag to find a home in a fleshy bag. Cluster after cluster of grapes fell to the voracious appetite of his lust, to the point that by the end he was just shoving grape and branch at his crotch, his mouth open and panting as his sac expanded. Far sooner than he would have liked, the package of grapes was empty, without a trace of its contents to be found. His own package, however, was bloated, heavy and hanging off the chair he was sitting on, a larger cock extending to his chest.

More. The desire for more throbbed in front of him, pounded in his brain, and ached in his loins. But there weren't any grapes left. The package was empty. One of his hands went for his sizable dick, unable to grasp it all now, while the other fondled his balls, the grapefruit sized factories producing a prodigious amount of precum. As he rubbed the slippery secretion into his member, a stray thought passed through his mind.

Grapefruit sized....

He stopped stroking himself, though it took a considerable amount of effort. His dick pulsed in frustration, but he needed to ignore it for now. If he was right, it would be worth it. Infy stood up, his balls slapping against his knees as he walked to the grocery bags. When he bent over to pick one up, his cock rubbed against his polo, staining the work shirt with precum. As he carried the bag back to the chair and table, he dipped his head down to lick at the steady flow leaving his member. It tasted a little sweet, almost like fresh grapes.

Oranges and apples rolled out of the bag towards the edge, like colored magnets towards his sac. One orange in particular fell off, and he quickly caught with both hands, claws digging into the skin, juices seeping out. It was a big orange, too big for both hands together to encircle, but it looked smaller than one of his balls. Savoring the moment, he brought the citrus to his scrotum, the juices mixing with the pre. Then just as suddenly, the fruit vanished, its size added to his own package. The clearly visible growth made the dragon moan in ecstasy.

As he added the near by fruit to his gonads, it dawned on Infy why the soap dispenser hadn't been absorbed - it had been smaller than his balls. The key was size. If it was smaller, it would be absorbed. Whether is was based on surface area or a comparative size, he didn't really bother to think about. Soon the bag was empty, and was itself added to his sex. The dragon wanted more, still.

His balls hanging almost to the floor now, he eased himself into a standing position, watching his cock continue to stream precum in front of his face. If it wasn't for his muscles, he doubted that he'd be able to walk with the weight between his legs. Waddling towards the other grocery bags at the entrance to the apartment, he regretted momentarily what he was about to do. Then a dollop of precum landed on his muzzle, and he licked it off, tasting the apple-orange mixture in his seed. All regret vanished. Slowly, bracing himself against the wall, he squatted, bringing his sac to rest on the overgrown watermelon he had meant to save for later. For an instant, his balls sat on the large green and black rind. Then they came crashing down to the floor, almost dragging him to the ground with them.

Studying his sexual organs, the dragon couldn't help but laugh. Underwear had barely fit before, but now there wouldn't even be a contest. Pants would probably not even fit, what with his balls now literally resting on the floor, huge, swollen, and active. His shirt was drenched, even his hair was getting soaked by his member, the head of which had extended past the dragon's horns. Technically speaking, he could have grown himself this large at any time he wanted, but something about this method was so much more intriguing.

Beside where the watermelon had been were his pants and shoes. With the extra expansion to his balls, they were dangerously close to touching the overgrown orbs. Not close enough for the dragon. He had to heave and grunt to get himself to move the mass of his testicles, but move they did, rolling over the clothing. Without any room to grow down, his balls grew up a little, the top of them brushing against his ruined shirt, which too vanished, throwing more fuel to the fire.

There was so much more in the apartment to add, and he was so eager to add it. But when he tried to walk away from the entranceway, he found his feet had trouble touching the ground. Even when they did find purchase on the floor, he couldn't move the heft of his package. Annoyed, but incredibly aroused, Infy allowed himself a little luxury to keep the game going. He closed his eyes, and not a moment later his feet were on the ground, his muscles swelling to bodybuilder proportions appropriate for his new height. The new strength allowed him to move more easily, though the height hadn't lifted his sac off the floor.

A quick survey of the room told him everything he needed to know. It helped living in a studio, having all your belongings in one big room, even if it did feel kind of cramped. For his first destination, he stopped by his desk, which was covered in random papers, his computer and its apparel, and an assortment of writing utensils. He tried to get his balls to touch the desk, an effort that wasn't going so well since the desk was stuck in a corner. If he stood in front of them, he couldn't move them forward. And he couldn't get behind them because he couldn't straddle them: his legs simply didn't split that far apart. Peeved, he looked for something to help the process along, his eye catching the desk lamp. Hopefully, it would do.

He didn't bother to unplug it, he simply let the lamp and cable get eaten by his hungry testicles. It didn't just disappear like the fruit had, though. He could see the cable coming closer and closer to him, entering into his sac like an oar being submerged. As the cable dwindled, the orbs grew, bumping up against the chair. Though a rather large computer chair, it paled in comparison to his current size. It too ended up feeding his nuts, and with the extra bit of growth, the computer desk made contact.

What followed was a rather fortuitous sequence of events, from the dragon's perspective. With the absorption of the computer desk, his balls had no trouble gobbling up all the CDs, papers, and pencils that came along with it. The increased size lifted Infy off his feet, the cushion of cum supporting his weight painlessly. He still wanted mobility, though, so he tried to grow himself taller, but he couldn't out run the clock he was on. The intake of the computer desk had pushed his sac into the bookcase, adding it and the numerous textbooks and literature on the shelf. This then allowed him access to the couch, which gave way to the bed. Before he could even hit ten feet in height, his balls had swallowed all the furniture the studio had to offer.

His cock pressed painfully into the ceiling, the giant member bigger around than he was tall, and still trying to get bigger. Wedged against the roof, the head poured precum over his body, coating him in something that smelled faintly of wood, polish, and new book smell. The ceiling did not appreciate the strain against it, though. Cracks formed in the drywall, widening, raining bits of debris and dust upon the trapped dragon.

This proved the ceiling's undoing. With the broken off bits detached from the whole, his sac was able to include them to its mass, and the growth of his manhood allowed it to finally punch a hole through. Plaster came tumbling down around him, but he could feel himself raising higher slowly. And suddenly he was accelerating upwards at an alarming rate, unsure why the ceiling could add so much more to his testicles until he remembered he was in an apartment. Whatever furniture was on the floor above was now getting added to his mass.

While the above apartment caved in, the walls to his own studio were fighting a losing battle to the pressure of his massive orbs. They too fell apart, allowing the growth to seep into the next door rooms, thousands of dollars worth of furniture vanishing in minutes. With each apartment devoured, the next one would be absorbed that much quicker. Soon his balls were going through three full apartments at time, breaking down into the lower floors as his cock pushed upwards until it broke out into the open air, the full girth of it almost half that of the apartment building itself.

Structural integrity compromised, the apartment building could take no more punishment, and finally collapsed in on itself. Dust filled the air, but every passersby could still see the spire of dragon dick, the gargantuan balls audibly churning as they produced a limitless supply of semen. The street filled with panic, the next door apartment buildings were evacuated, and everyone outside stood and stared, unsure where the giant phallus had come from, or if it was attached to someone. Firefighters arrived on the scene, though nobody knew what they could possibly do in this situation. Infy's balls were inches away from the next door building, the concrete structure the same size as his prodigious endowment.

One of the braver firefighters brought a ladder forward, in the hopes that they could scale the wall of testicle before them and maybe find a way to stop its onslaught. When the ladder touched the package, it faded, like it was being sucked inside the sac. Such an insignificant gain sufficed: his balls were now touching the next apartment building, and it was smaller. The sound of strained metal and concrete filled the air as the building slowly fell prey to the dragon's balls.

Infy groaned in pleasure, his brain stuck on horny with the excess hormones assaulting him. He desperately wanted to get off already, but the best he could hope for was rubbing and licking the portion of his cock directly in front of him, which had no more effect than adding a drop of water into the ocean. Attempts to make himself bigger, to at least try and catch up to a reasonable size, failed. With the fall of the second apartment building, the third followed right on its heels. He could grow himself, but it took time, a lot more time than his sac seemed capable of absorbing and adding to its mass. Once he reached fifty feet tall, and realized there was no chance of catching up to his package, he settled for just increasing his musculature. He was already incapable of walking, so being incapable of movement didn't seem like such a lose.

The residential neighborhood never stood a chance. The houses weren't build to withstand incomprehensible forces, and certainly nobody could comprehend the rhyme or reason of the inflating gonads. House after house joined their swallowed brethren. Apartment buildings were flattened by the encroaching testicles. And above it all, an impossibly thick cock showered the city with precum, globs of it flooding the streets, the air thick with the smell of dragon musk and dust.

It took less than half an hour for the city to fall. Other nearby towns were safe - there wasn't anything for the colossal package to absorb anymore. Several towns, however, would likely not see sunlight again, cast under the shadow of the monstrous manhood. Living in darkness was preferable, however, to some of the other towns, which were constantly drenched in semen. In a nearby city, scientists were trying to figure out what had caused the disaster, and how to stop it. Nobody wanted to touch it, though.

The dragon, perched atop his roiling sack, couldn't take it anymore. He wanted release so badly, wanted somebody to come and help him get off already. He could tell, he was so close. The flow of precum was stronger than ever, pouring down the shift towards his eager maw. Infy had grown himself to muscular immobility - his head buried under the mounds of his pecs, lats, and traps. His arms were forced to ninety degree angles from his torso, unable to bend in any direction without his biceps meeting obstruction with another muscle group. Only his tongue could touch his shaft, its constant licking accomplishing almost nothing. He just wanted climax already, and anything would help.

A flock of seagulls rested on one of the veins midway up his shaft.

Infy's world filled with orgasmic stars. On the other side of the continent, it rained white for a week.

"So, are you enjoying the show?" the lion asked his companion. The cross fox nodded absently, his eyes focused entirely on the phallus in the sky. The two were resting side by side, tails folded over one another. The umbrella behind them was wrecked, coated in a goopy clear substance. "I'm going to need to get that ring back someday, you know."

"Make it next month." the fox replied. "I'm hoping we can grow this thing into the next town over."