Zack's BIG Birthday Present
The weather, calm. The clouds, minimal. The air, cool and clear. The place, a quiet mountain retreat, far away from major civilisation, comprising of heavy forested regions, good trails to enjoy walks on the good days, and a nearby lake fed from a multitude of sources, keeping it well-stocked with crisp, clean water. Here, there were three individuals enjoying the quiet views.
Myself, Vincent Schmidt. A 205cm Winddragon, in my trademark attire of heavy black boots, dark blue, belted jeans, light silver-grey shirt with the top few buttons undone, black gloves and dark red duster jacket. My waist-length, dark brown hair, flicking and swaying in the soft breeze permeating through the trees.
Othello Drake. A 305cm Dragon, dressed in tight fitting lighter blue belted jeans and boots, with spiked wrist and armbands for above the waist, the armbands being at the top of his biceps. Though the jeans couldn't hide much if the bulge between the legs were anything to go by.
The third was Zack. Taller than Othello by perhaps half a head. His clothes consisted of the same jeans and boots that Othello had, but with a more prominent bulge that was giving said jeans a problem, in that they could barely hold it in. Above the waist, a solid-red shirt that covered his torso and arms, with jet-black hair that came down to the neck.
The three of us had been enjoying this particular trail, chatting away and deciding what to do later, for the party. Since today was a special day for DarkWolf. Today was his birthday.
"Say Vince, it's great of you to let us come here." came Zack's statement.
"Not at all. It's the least I can do for you and Othello." I responded with a smile on my face. "After all, thanks to Othello here, ÜberMass has been going from strength to strength. It's only right that I make sure his work is properly rewarded."
And he really had. In the ten weeks since I'd hired Othello, he'd already developed two new products that really worked. Once the patents were secured, they'd seriously rake in the cash.
"And that you are." Came Othello's reply, placing a hand around Zack's waist, pulling him in slightly, as the lodge came into view.
The lodge itself was a fairly simple design. Heavy, thick, solid treated wood construction. One floor plus basement. A few large rooms, mainly a combined living room and kitchen. Two large, en-suite bedrooms. Study room and a large, wrap-around deck, all raised off the ground slightly forcing the addition of steps to get to the doors. One large garage that held the two cars with plenty of room to spare. And, obviously, the roof, designed to keep it all covered. Inside, the - for the time being - sole occupant was busy preparing the meal.
Her name, Terra Crescent. A 190cm blue-green Gila Monster with amber-yellow for the front and 38FFs, though the only one of the group to lack hair of any kind. Decked out in just a simple soft pink t-shirt with a - very - deep v-neck, light blue cut-off shorts that only came one third of the way down her thighs - resulting in slightly ragged ends - with the necessary hole for the lengthy tail. The feet were covered by nothing more than a pair of basic black trainers. All of which served to show off her slim, slightly muscled frame, complete with decent hips. She had just finished setting up a large outdoor table with the prepared meal and had headed back in to hide her own 'special' present in the fridge, the fridge door closed and get herself looking composed and calm by the time we'd made it back.
Terra was, naturally, the first thing I saw when I opened the door, and, obviously, the first thing I did was to walk right to her as she came to me. She then jumped towards me, forcing me to take a step back to balance myself as she wrapped her legs around me, resting them just above my tail as our respective muzzles came into contact for a passionate kiss. Our arms around each others torsos as our tongues ran amok inside the others mouth. Short-lived as the first words were:
"Hey! How about you two get a room!?" The teasing remark from Zack.
"As if you're in any, position to, make that, point. If, you remember, breakfast." Was the only response I had, not only for accuracy - the men's room being the only reason those two had been apart for more than a minute since they got here - but so I could keep the bulk of my attention on Terra. Though I, finally, had to stop as an important fact came to mind.
"Uh, Terra? Where's lunch?" I asked as I couldn't see it anywhere.
"It's outside silly! You thought we'd be inside while the sun's out like this?" Terra chuckled away, in her soft, yet raspy tone, still holding on to me. "Now come on." She let go of me and made for the back door. "Lunch ain't gonna eat itself." To which we all made our way to the expansive back garden.
And expansive it was! Following the large deck, the steps would take you to an immense area, which featured a pair of garden beds that ran along the sides, with the odd break to make the gates accessible. Near the centre, a deep garden pond which carried a number of stepping stones that enabled us to get over to the back-end of the garden. It was there that outdoor training equipment, such as hold-bars and mini assault-course resided. We were, however in the front portion, where a large outdoor table and chairs awaited us, along with some proper lunch. Which here, comprised a large number of sandwiches and rolls of many different types in the centre plates, along with a few hot and cold drinks to be had along with them.
"Don't worry now. There's more later." Terra called out, seeming to detect our lack of awe at the meal in front of us. Thought the question already answered wiped out the disappointment quickly enough.
In any case. We all hit the meal fast. With Othello and Zack sat opposite each other, and likewise for me and Terra. Though I was taking care to make sure that I was able to get the lion's share of my favourites, the tuna, cheese, chicken and turkey rolls and sandwiches. While - at the same time - making sure that nobody else was able to notice my actions. It went this way for a couple of minutes, picking up what fillings we liked most, catching up on old times. A little bit about work when it was in taste, and, of course, our plans for the future.
"So." Zack began. "When do you two plan on ever getting it together?" His playing with his right ring finger betraying his thoughts.
"Marriage? Are you mad!?" I couldn't help but laugh to this one. "Don't you know anything? High profile marriages simply don't last at all. That's why to ensure a long, lasting relationship, we. Won't. At all! It's completely foolproof!" To this, everyone joined in the laughter.
This continued for a couple more minutes, friendly chat, some back-and-forth jibes - all in good taste of course - and a few in-house jokes to keep things good humoured. After perhaps twenty minutes though, all the food an the table had been eaten, with about half the drinks. For which, Terra rose up and...
"Okay, there's something I need to go get. Wait here everyone." After that, she made her way back into the lodge, tail swaying slightly as she took each step, as I could tell easily having watched her every step, while Othello and Zack had watched me.
"What?" I turned to them. "Anything wrong with that?" For which I could've sworn I'd seen a bit of blushing from them - as they tried to stifle embarrassed chuckles - though it was a lot easier to tell with Othello, for obvious reasons.
Less than a minute later, she came out, with a large cake - dark chocolate, rich icings, simple, yet elegant styling - just a little wider than she was, complete with exactly 24 large, thick candles, arranged to resemble a certain someone's head, with strong enough flames to stay alight in the soft breeze.
"Happy Birthday to you." Terra began.
"Happy Birthday to you." Othello and myself joined in.
"Happy Birthday dear Za-ack! Happy Birthday, to, you
!" We finished, cheering and clapping, well, just Othello and me, since Terra was still holding the cake. Seconds later saw the cake set in the middle of the table, the plates next to it and the knife ready for the first slice.
"Now Zacky, make your wish." Cooed Othello softly, to which he responded by closing his eyes, thinking of something for a few seconds. Then, taking a deep breath, he blew at the candles, as each one went out, sometimes in pairs, and once, as a triplet. The end result being that he managed to extinguish the 24 flames within a single lungful of air. To which, cheering and clapping came from the rest of us, while Zack took the knife to cut himself the first slice of the cake.
Once we all had our slices, about half the cake remained, for later. And we took about two minutes to eat our respective slices. Though I could tell something was off, a weird feeling was washing over me, though I saw fit to hide it for the time being.
"Mmmm, that was great." Zack groaned out, stretching his already stretched shirt almost to its limits.
"Glad you liked it. It's something special I made just for today." Terra replied, resting her jaw on her hands, even so, I could see her stiff nipples pushing out through her undersized t-shirt, giving the game away.
"Terra?" I asked her in a mock accusing tone. "Did you add anything else to the mix?" The sight of a shirt button whizzing from my right, over Othello's head, landing in the pool confirmed it. As did the sight and sound of tearing fabric as said Othello twisted round in his seat to get a look. His shirt unable to hide his back anymore, and as he turned back around to look at Terra, about half his right pec could be seen as well. "You did." I answered the question for her as the buttons on my own shirt went AWOL and the zip for my jeans blew apart.
"Of course, I, did!" She giggled away, as her t-shirt squeezed into her, until at least, she made a small nick right between her expanding breasts to provide a point of failure for the rest of the rippage to follow. "I told you my prezzie for Zack would be massive now, didn't I?" She complete her piece just as her t-shirt finished giving up the go on covering her ballooning assets, swinging out to the sides as her immense packages bounced from the shock of their release, while layer upon layer of thick, heavy muscle was being added to her frame, fast.
"Yeah, but I didn't think you meant us!" Was my only response as I felt my attire being disintegrated around me. I was already effectively topless, my boots were now in the Great Shoe-Shop In The Sky, while my jeans snapped and tore around my legs, leaving a web of denim that became less with each passing second. The extra weight has sunk my chair into the ground faster than the Stock Markets of 1929, not only from more height, but the insane rate of muscle mass increase. I already looked like I'd been a lifelong bodybuilder and there was no sign of stoppage soon.
Which was nothing compared to Othello and Zack. Already some 50% taller than me to begin with, and with more muscular builds, I questioned how they'd be able to move soon at the rate they were going. Especially since Zack had realised the cake was responsible, and, saw fit to consume the rest of it almost in one go. One other thing of theirs was swelling, on top of everything else. Their already hefty cocks had likely been the first parts of themselves to be 'liberated' from them, and on account of having been seated by a table. They were pressing against each other, rubbing against one another - with at least one oozing a small amount of pre - all the while, supporting a raised table. At least until it tipped over and the contents crashed onto Terra, well, just two far-from-little parts of her, while the other two were lost in a world of their own.
However, since Zack had eaten the rest of the cake. I knew he'd be a hell of a lot bigger than the rest of us. And his induced growth chose this point to accelerate. And then some! By this point, Othello had managed to reach Zack, to hug him, but Zack's new surge caused him to lose his grip and he fell on top of Zack's bloated member as he made it onto his knees, lifting his boyfriend up, meaning that Othello legs and tail were left dangling uselessly in the air as Zack's waist rose above my head, while I was standing up, having made it onto my feet somehow.
Soon enough though, it stopped, and I was able to get a proper look at the sight. Terra was still sitting down. Arms, legs, tail, torso. All thickly muscled now. And a pair of serious jugs that were actually larger in proportion than before! Me, even more so. Though I could still get my hands to reach each other, it wasn't an easy task, while I had to keep my legs apart owing to the major beef they held now. While my chest heaved with raw power and vitality, and my head was supported by a much thicker neck. Othello, well, I'd be able to tell for sure if he had been standing. But at this point, he was lying gut-first on Zack's immense member. Though I could see he sported more muscle than me. Which was nothing next to Zack! A towering colossus over the rest of us. Easily five times taller than Othello, surpassing the 100 meter mark with ease. Every piece of him a raging inferno of strength, stamina, and something a little more, after-hours. Easy enough to tell as his raging hard-on alone was casting a serious shadow over the garden, which was what kept Othello off the ground, and pressing into his torso somewhat, though I'm sure he didn't mind that too much. The lack of privacy, perhaps. But no more than that.
Zack then brought his gargantuan hands to Othello, and helped him into a standing position, keeping one hand near to help hold him up, the faced down to Terra and spoke, in a very deep, gruff voice. "Thanks Terra! Never thought I could get my wish inside of 5 minutes!" Before producing a rumbling laugh that caused the ground itself to shake slightly, while keeping his affectionate hold on Othello.
"Anytime! More than happy to make it happen!" The chuckled back, though in a deeper tone than before. Semi-masculine, in fact.
"Oh Terra! Only you could set this one up!" I rumbled as I picked her up and held her close to me. She, returning the embrace. This held for a few moments before, Othello spoke up.
"Hey! This is great! But look at how dirty we are! And! There's only one way to get all this dirt off you know!" We all looked at each other for a few seconds before, as one, we all figured it out. And, at once, cried out.
"SKIN DIPPING!!"
Zack, carefully raised Othello in his arms, holding him tenderly by his Pecs, before, with hefty, Earth-Shuddering bounds, raced for the immense lake that, at his size, would take no time at all to reach. I returned my gaze to Terra, gazing deep into her rich, amber eyes, before reaching forward to get my snout in touch with hers for a long, rich kiss. It had to end, as we broke that contact and I said simply.
"Let's catch up to them now, shall we!?" To that, hand in hand, we made for the lake, to join our friends there. And enjoy the rest of Zack's birthday party. This was a day for him after all. And I had to admit, Terra really came through for him.
_This is another story from me featuring myself, Othello, Zack, and Terra. A birthday present for DarkWolf7 from FA and my half of a trade with OthelloDrake - also from FA. _