Here I am once more, with one of my crazy short story things for you all to oggle over and whatnot. I'm not sure if the subject matter will be all good with absolutely everyone here, but some of it should at least be enjoyable. ^^ Or it could be yet another submission here that's completely ignored because its not 100% about blood and paws.
Its a mature title, full of transformation, growth, fatty fun, a bit of blimping, lots of muscles, hyper, bursting, some paw-related things, more growth, more general bigness, and a whole lot of strange sci-fi fun. Enjoy it, if you'd like. ^^
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Dragon Bubbles
It was a fine summer day on the west coast. Birds were chirping, waves were crashing softly against the shore, and the morning train was wooshing by on its journey to the mainland. The maglev system made the train virtually silent, despite the fact it was running by at near supersonic speeds. They kept it all just under the mach mark, as to avoid damage to anything nearby due to sonic booms. During the brief crossing from the train station south of the former town of Parksville, the train didn't even get up to top speed. As such the trip took less than a few minutes in length, followed by a quick turn and a straight shot down to Seattle. It would continue on down the coast as far as Mexico, with stops here and there within major cities.
The transport system really was a marvel these days, and had been serving everyone in the various cities for decades now. If you couldn't get anywhere by high speed or inner-city train, you could always take an Airship. They were much like flying cruise ships of the past, but one usually stayed aboard for shorter durations. The huge flying living body blimps were so jam packed with modern technology, that they could hit supersonic speeds over the oceans and you wouldn't even have your coffee ripple. One of the many citizens of the North American Union was just heading across the waves on the huge train bridge into Vancouver, planning to visit some shops in Seattle after work. The beauty of modern technology was it allowed people to work in the great Archologies of the major population centres, but live in the smaller settlements and nature preserves outside of the cities.
Vancouver Island had largely been converted to a park system in the previous century, and all old settlements had long been abandoned and left to be reclaimed by nature. Only a few bedroom communities still existed here and there, and they were all situated around the transport hubs. This citizen in question on the train into work paused from reading his data-slate and took a sip of still warm coffee, wooshing along at incredible speeds down to his workplace. Even on the slowest days the trip took less than half an hour, averaging about 20 minutes from Vancouver to Seattle. Most people barely had enough time to sit and crack a book, let alone get a beverage from one of the various automated vendors. But this fellow had gotten on at the main Island station, so he had a few more minutes to relax and enjoy himself.
He glanced down at his wrist unit, glowing brightly to life as he focused his attention upon it. It displayed his personal information and credentials along one side, plus the time and weather filling up most of the other space. You could use it to do all sorts of other functions, but he had his data slate for that. As such, he kept it on the default setting. Glancing over the holographic image leaping off the arm-band, he read over his personal information aloud.
“Patrick Dunnam, Assistant researcher of genetics at the Seattle Agridome.”
The title made it seem more than it was. True, he worked in the genetics wing of the huge hydroponics facility that fed the many millions of people living in Seattle, but little of what he did would make one think of him as an assistant researcher. In reality, he mostly ran errands, processed data, conducted small experiments, and collected an acceptable amount of credits every week for his efforts. It allowed him to take a few vacations a year, live in the less crowded apartment buildings on the island, and partake in his various hobbies. Not that any of these things were overly expensive, but it left him with just enough extra credits to afford better than economy fairs everywhere.
His hobbies however had been dipping into his fun money a little more these days. New fads had arisen thanks to the wonders of genetic manipulation, with some other wonder science thrown into the mix. It has been said that any science sufficiently advanced will appear as to be magic to the eyes of men, and lately this saying had been holding true. Some time ago methods were discovered to alter a persons physical form at the molecular level, with little to no pain and relative ease. This of course revolutionized the health and beauty industry overnight. Suddenly people could look like a model with a few pills and a bottle of skin cream.
Work had continued on it all over the decades, and now most people pretty much looked the same. Everyone was of average height, average weight, average build, average intelligence, and so on. As such, people started looking at other ways to really stand out from the crowd. Some sub-circles of society had been hoping for these kind of developments for the longest time, as the ability to alter your species entirely became available.
Suddenly people would go out for the weekend as a 8ft tall bipedal wolf man, and be back at their desks on Monday as their old happy human self. Still others made the change to felines, or reptiles, or anything you could think of. New creatures were invented in labs that had never before existed in nature, and you could be one if you went to your local entertainment store and picked up a few things. Even Patrick had tried out a few of these products on more than one occasion. For a costume party he picked up a rub-on cream of sorts that transformed him into a very large bear, and had a grand old time. During another event he gave being a Giraffe a try, and at still another he enjoyed a few days as a regular Alligator. But what had caught his eye lately was a release of creatures typecast as the “fantasy” realm. Unicorns, Gryphons, Centaurs, Bugbears, Satyrs, and most importantly, Dragons. Variants of the above had even come out that were not your standard build, such as portly, or even looking like living cartoon characters with flexible hides. There was a shop not far from his workplace that sold the more eclectic selections available, and he wanted to have a look-see. He was coming up on some well earned time off, and planned to enjoy it as something else for a while. Perhaps even go camping with his new-you.
Work passed by as it always did, namely relatively quickly. A few new crops were tended, a couple of animals were checked up on, and hours of paperwork were filed. Eventually he made it onto the public tram-way to one of the many shopping districts within the great Archology building. It was a pyramid of metal and glass, rising up a full 5 kilometres into the sky. A full 30 million people lived and worked here, plus the large system of warrens build underground. Industry was contained within minus the odd large factory built outside in recent years. All traces of the old city were long gone these days, and had been for many years now. Such was the price of progress, and letting mother nature have more of her Earth back. All told the city occupied a space that might have previously held a small town, as they focused on up rather than out in every direction.
A shadow passed overhead as Patrick slid along a moving sidewalk, and he looked up to see one of the massive Airships fly overhead. It docked at the very top of the huge primary Archology building, up on huge towers meant to moor the gigantic vessels. He had been on one only once, and it was really quite something. You didn't even notice you were moving, even when they were flying around at 5 or more times the speed of sound.
The moving sidewalk passed inside once more, and soon Patrick was stepping off into a huge shopping arcade. He soon found the shop he was looking for, tucked into one of the many corners of the internal plaza. A shop-keeper looked up from an old fashioned paper novel as he entered, and Patrick was pleased to see he was an obvious patron of the shop as well.
The fellow was currently wearing a more reptilian form, a bright swirling mixture of blue's dotting a pebbled and scaled hide. All told the creature stood about 7 feet in height, had a thick tail and large paws, and even a large belly of all things. He smiled in welcome showing off several rows of pointy fangs, and beckoned Patrick over to the main counter with a meaty paw.
“Welcome sir, Welcome! Please, come in and look around. Is there anything I can help you find today?”
The reptiles voice was deep and had a slight rumble to it, which Patrick found pleasing. He smiled and nodded, reaching out with his quite smaller skinned hand to shake the large scaly paw that was soon thrust in his direction.
“Good day shop-keep. I noticed some of the products here advertised on the 'net, so I figured I'd swing on in and have a look-see. There were several of interest, I must say.”
The big reptile patted his ample paunch happily, making it wobble around as he laughed with mirth. Reaching behind him, he pulled out a wide display data-slate and set it down on the counter, with most of the inventory on file apparently.
“We just got some new stuff in yesterday actually, if you'd care to look. Its made by the same company that did this little number for me.”
He waved at his own hide with a flourish, obviously quite pleased with himself. He must be one of the many people who decided to stay in their new forms on a full time basis. It must have been a different company than all the others, as fatness of any kind was something that happened only by choice these days. And most people chose to be fit and trim just like everyone else. Patrick took the suggestion and looked through the contents of the offered slate, poking over various forms with many different dimensions. The Dragons were of primary interest, and he found larger than usual ones with immense muscles, to big ones with giant bellies. One really caught his eye, especially with its delivery method. Rather than the usual ingestion or direct application of genetic material, this one was a bath mixture.
One simply added the correct dose to one's bathing cycle, and let it do its thing. The result would be a large well rounded dragon that looked almost rubbery, if the picture could be believed. It certainly got his attention, that was for sure! Just for laughs he found he could have all three models of dragon in bath-application format, and got the lot to take home. He waved goodbye to the shop keeper and strode out of the store. Over his shoulder he heard the big burly reptile shout.
“Don't forget to read the directions first!”
He had some time to get back to his apartment on the island, so that's exactly what he did. The directions were very simple for each bottle. Add one cap-full to an average bath, and hop in once the bubbles had risen to a good level. Bubbles? He read more, and discovered that the whole mixture was actually a brew of bubble bath. He'd not had one of those since he was a child, and couldn't even think of anywhere that sold the stuff anymore. Oh well, it would likely be relaxing and enjoyable. He settled in on the evening train to enjoy a cup of tea, and enjoy the ride as he waited for a hot bath once he got home.
Thanks to the speed of these things, he didn't have to wait long.
He arrived home later than usual, and was pleased to already have dinner waiting. One of the many things he'd added to his reasonably sized apartment was an auto kitchen, which could be set to have dinner ready and waiting for him when he came home. It was still warm in its shielded container, and he dug in with relish.
Tonight it was some kind of chicken dish with rice, and it hit the spot quite happily. Once all that was said and done, he turned off his communicators and got ready to enjoy his days off. The plan was to get into a new skin for a while, then drag his hide up north on the island to camp around one of the many mountains. The bath started filling at the touch of a button, setting itself to the correct temperature and desired volume. He looked at the labels on the bottles again, wondering how much of the stuff he should use. It suggested one cap full for an average tub, but he had far from an average one. It was more like a personal hot-tub, and had enough room for 10 people and then some. In total it was about 10ft square, and 5 feet deep, just enough to float in happily when he was all alone. Or alternately, sit on one of the side benches and enjoy the hydro jets.
Nothing on the bottles warned about larger tubs, or even mixing the various “flavors” of dragon combination. Making sure he wasn't missing anything, he shrugged and decided to use a few cap-fulls for good measure. What was the worst that could happen? The toony rubbery dragon looked fun, but so did the buff one and the fat one. With a grin and an idea, he poured a cap-full from each of the three bottles into his tub, and watched as a thick white lather of soap suds sprang to life. In short order some of them were spilling out onto the floor, and he was left with a very full tub indeed. That suited him fine, and he jumped into the mound of fluff with a loud splash. He could feel a tingling sensation all over his body as the stuff went to work, altering his body at the genetic level in real time.
Pressure was soon building all over his frame, not painful but almost as if he was a balloon and had gotten stuck on an air valve. He couldn't see much of himself from the middle of the tub thanks to the literal wall of bubbles, but he quickly found the side and wiped the froth from his eyes. Already his hands were stretching out into more reptilian paws, and his fingernails were becoming thick claws. He felt over his face as it began to stretch out into a proud muzzle, and felt a tail growing out of his back-end. He rested there in the warm soapy waters washing himself calmly as the changes took hold, his feet also stretching out into huge three-toed paws, with large claws. His hide turned a lovely shade of red as well, and he sprouted scales all over. It seemed his mixtures of the bubble baths was producing mixed colour options too. He wound up being mostly a deep red, but with swirls of lighter reds and blacks all over his body, complete with stripes here and there too. He thought it quite fetching.
When it was all done he looked like a dragon alright, complete with a new pair of wings that popped out of his back in an instant. As they finished filling in the rest of him did as well. His hide started to become more rubbery and shiny looking, and he could have sworn he detected the faintest scent of latex in the room. He grew taller as well, his head stretching up towards the high vaulted ceilings above. His limbs thickened with both muscle and fat, as did his new tail and belly. Already he was displacing most of the water and soap fluff onto the floor outside the tub, only to be sucked away by floor drains.
Resting large paws on a belly that must have been 3ft across now and still growing, he began to wonder if he'd perhaps been in error mixing up the bottles like that. His tail was getting thicker and longer, flopping out of the tail and flapping on the tile. His arms puffed up to be bigger than barrels around, as did his legs. His belly stretched out to an impressive 5ft in diameter, and just kept on growing. Panic set in as the new dragon splashed around, trying to get his huge body out of the bath before he outgrew the room! He was over 10ft tall now, belly dangling below his knees, with paws the size of tables at the least. The brick and mortar of his tub was starting to crack and crumble as his weight rested against it, and as he turned his belly got wedged in one corner of the big tub. The pressure continued to build, and all at once his growing mass pushed one side of the tub right out of its moorings, spilling the soap-charged water everywhere. At least he was out of it now, and the growth was starting to settle. As he stood up, his head hit the ceiling, new horns leaving craters in the plaster.
Pat rubbed his huge drooping belly curiously, pleased with the feeling of being such a huge dragon despite the damage to his apartment. Oh well, this is what insurance was for after all. Hunching down somewhat, he managed to squeeze his 12ft tall frame into the main room. He practically had to crawl sideways, as his massive belly would lift his legs off the ground if he were to attempt going on all fours. He knocked furniture over as he went, wet and dripping onto his plush carpets. He figured it would be a good idea to start his vacation now, and get out of the apartment. After all, if he should happen to grow any more, he'd pop his unit like a balloon! At this moment he felt it was a good thing that he was on the ground floor, and could just roll out the huge sun-window and stand up again.
After some struggling through the metal frame, the big dragon stood up once more and really stretched his new huge frame. It felt good, that was for sure. He flapped his wings, and noticed that even they had grown to incredible sizes. Even folded up, they practically reached the floor and rested against his tail. They were immensely thick with muscle as well, and deep down he felt they could support his weight too. Speaking of his weight, it must have been several tons by now. He did the figures in his head based on his current volume, and came up with about 8000 pounds, give or take. That made him over 4 tons! And judging by the deep paw-prints he was leaving in the grass, his math was likely right. Pat flopped down onto his huge gut to reach back inside his unit, and quickly grab a few things. He placed his kit bag and the soap bottles away, and bundled it all up. He could no longer sling it all over his shoulder, but he could easily carry it in one hand. He paused only to shout at his communications-panel for service and repairs, and stomped off away from the grounds.
Several people looked at his jaws agape as he passed, but that was likely as much from his naked dangling state rather than being a big fat dragon. This was the 22nd century after all, people saw strange creatures all the time. He figured he was too big to fit on one of the light passenger trains going north, so instead he marched to the train yard and arranged to ride on a cargo train. It would be cramped inside one of the metal containers, but at least they would fit his new huge bulk. He figured he'd better get used to this new frame of his, just in-case the extra size meant extra time in this form. Usually transformations lasted a day or two if you stuck to the dose, but he had not. As thus, he had no idea how long it would all last. He had a week to enjoy himself however, so he didn't let it bother him. He had brought the bottles with him just in-case the stuff still did wear off in a few days, so he could get all big and dragony again for the rest of his trip.
The end of the line came soon enough, at a very tiny settlement consisting of little other than a few stores and a factory, plus some residential buildings. It was likely they had seen less giant fat musclebound dragons of late, so Pat planned to make his trip brief. He managed to identify himself by voice patterns and his physical ID, and charged some supplies to his accounts. A local shop keeper was kind enough to round up his purchases for him, and bring them back outside. Pat would have likely had to remove the roof to get inside, and even then his tail would have probably taken out a wall. The village people seemed relieved to have him get on his way, but he didn't put too fine a point on things. Some people just couldn't get with the times apparently. Stomping north out of town, he soon found himself following a scar on the land left by many people hiking in this direction. It apparently used to be an old vehicle road of some sort, but these days it was nothing but dirt.
Fanning his wings around by some instinct, a thought popped into his mind. He was a dragon for crying out loud, why the hell was he walking? He had some sense of how flight should work, so he extended his huge wings and gave them a few flaps. To his amazement, his massive frame rose up off the ground a few inches. What really surprised him was how light his huge frame felt all the time. It was if his increased muscle structure and perhaps some of his rubbery frame were making it easy to haul all this bulk around. With a few more flaps he rose right up off the ground, clutching his bags in one meaty paw.
The trip north didn't take long by wing, and by sunset he was landing in a mountain valley with a nice hot-spring nearby. There were various wild animals around to be sure, but no doubt the sight of his huge bulk would make them steer clear and then some. He found a comfortable mound of grass near the hot springs to set up camp, and merely paused to hang his supplies in a tree. It wouldn't do to have a bear or something eat all his goodies! He had no tent and didn't feel the need for one in this wonderful weather, despite being at a higher elevation than normal. It might get cooler at night, but his ample bulk would no doubt be more insulation than even the thickest blanket.
Yawning his muzzle open wide and scratching at his big fat gut, the new dragon decided it was definitely time for bed. He settled down upon his own belly, and curled his long thick tail around himself once, and was asleep almost instantly. His wings flopped loosely over his frame as he slept, making a secondary blanket of sorts. If nothing else, it would keep out the moisture. And so he slept, quite pleased with the day as a whole, enjoying the sensation of laying upon his own fat.
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Dawn. At first light the big dragon slowly roused from his slumber, stretching powerfully and flexing with enough force to make his already ballooned muscle structure stretch out even further. Smacking his maw together, he carefully wiped the sleep from his eyes with clawed paws, and hefted his huge fat hide to his feet. All at once he was overcome with pleasure at seeing his scaly hide once more, quite pleased with his big smooth looking belly as well, with all its rippling patterns of colour. It was definitely good to be a dragon, that much was certain.
He ate a small breakfast from his supplies, and wondered if he'd brought enough food for himself. He wasn't all that hungry though, which was likely a good thing. Eyeing the nearby hot spring runoff and the lake to which it fed, he decided that a bath was in order. Splashing in with flapping wings and flailing tail, the large scaly beast was soon happily swimming around and scrubbing himself off. Every rub and scritch of his clawed hand-paws against his ample frame felt simply wonderful, and Pat couldn't help wondering if his senses had been heightened by the transformation. He was surprised to find himself with a rather large case of morning wood in short order, and was momentarily confused as to what to do with himself. His package would put a bull elephant to shame, and likely split one in half at that.
He was certainly not a prude, was no stranger to his own anatomy and all the wonders of sexual activity. But suddenly having a package that huge was a shock, to say the least. Strange that he'd not really noticed it down there all this time. No doubt his belly was in the way. Perhaps that's what was getting him so many looks when he was walking around nude and dripping wet? As he thought about such things, a stray paw reached under his gut and began to explore. Rumbling loudly with pleasure, the new dragon enjoyed himself, pawing off with delight and staining the water here and there with globs of his own fluids.
A more rational part of his mind might have been shocked at seeing himself floating belly-up in a lake stroking a 4-ft cock which just so happened to be attached to his body, but at the moment he was having too much of a blast to care. He was nearing release but his animal hind-brain decided he needed much more than a simple tug to truly enjoy the moment. Looking around, he spotted something that would suit his needs just fine. Maw splitting open into an almost feral grin, he swam out of the pond and was in short order flapping after a very confused looking bear.
With a mid air pounce, he found himself lodged right up to the hilt in the fuzzy beast, pinning it down under his engorged bulk. Thrusting and roaring with pleasure at the situation, he hugged the bear around its neck and eagerly kept at his business. The bear was obviously too shocked to put up much of a fight with that much dragon dick in its insides. This vulgar display went on for several minutes, until the dragon reared back its large head and roared loudly to the morning skies. All at once he went off like a cannon, filling up the bear with so much dragon seed that the fuzzy beast began to blimp up like a balloon. It grew outwards and upwards with impressive speed, proving that apparently dragons were quite virile.
Bears however are not that stretchy, and the fuzzy beast exploded violently. Pat was left panting, splattered from head to tail with his own seed. He was still spurting out of his cock-tip as he looked around, curious to see that there was no sign of the bear at all. It was if it was never there, or something very strange indeed had gone on. He couldn't explain the lack of remains, so he disposed not to think about it.
Panting in a happy afterglow, he found himself quite comfortable and sated there on the bank, and fell asleep once more for a brief nap. Apparently the time limit on his transformation had come about then however, as while he slept he rapidly turned back into a human. It would have been an interesting sight for anyone watching, as he literally exploded with a puff into a mist of gas. And when it cleared, there was plain old Patrick laying naked in a puddle of semen.
He awoke with a chill shortly afterwards, dismayed to find his wonderful dragon body absent. Looking across the pond however, he smiled to himself and walked around the bank to get his stuff. Being a dragon so far had been so fun, that he was tempted to try and make the change forever. For now however he mixed up a few cap-fulls of the bubble soap once more, and added more than he used before for good measure. Soon he had a lovely lather going on in the pond, and he lept in eagerly.
It didn't take long for him to swell back up into his swirly dragon form again, but this time he just kept on growing. He let it happen however, purring all the way and stroking himself back up to a very impressive erect size once more. Pawing and swelling, he enjoyed yet another climax into the warm sudsy water as he ballooned to over 20ft in height, and 18.5 tons. He kept his previous proportions, he was just much larger all over. And he loved every moment of it. He wanted to find another animal or two to have a little fun with, but after seeing what he'd done to that bear they all kept their distance.
The big fellow simply had fun flying around, checking out other mountains and valleys in the area, sunning himself, swimming, playing, and making sticky messes all over the place. This was definitely the life! Several days passed this time, and his new form didn't wear off which suited him just fine. He was consulting the bottles for more information, trying to see if they gave any indication as to permanence or his vastly increased size. Then he remembered the reptilian shop-keepers warning, namely to follow the directions. Perhaps the company that made this stuff was quite serious about it being used exactly as described. Else you'd get all huge like he had, and stay that way for long periods.
He shrugged to himself, and found he liked being a big dragon too much to really care. In fact, why would he want to go back to being a human at all? They were so small and boring, and everyone looked the same. Meanwhile he was a gigantic beast, a wonderful example of technology and biology used to the fullest. He was pleased at all times, could have more sexual fun just with himself than he had ever had with any partner, and everything felt so much more real. Plus the sense of power from being this large was definitely something not to be ignored.
Tapping his muzzle in thought, he looked at his meagre supplies and personal effects, then looked at the three little bottles of bubble soap once more. Grinning all toothy like, he decided to just go full out and see what happened. Eating down all his supplies in one powerful glutting chomp, he cracked open all three bottles and let the contents splatter onto his big belly. Rubbing away with a happy purr, he splashed himself with the spring water to work up a nice lather. Lazing there with a bubble-bath spreading over his hide, he felt the now familiar tingling sensation start up again, with glorious effect.
He ballooned out even fatter than he already was, with bigger limbs and a thicker body all over. His loins increased in size, his tail thickened, and his wings grew bigger to support it all. And proportionately, he grew bigger and bigger, faster by the moment! His 20ft figure gave way to 30ft, then stretched past 50, looming over 100 in no time flat. He was practically overcome with various forms of bliss at the situation, scrubbing his hide down with both paws while his huge tail stroked over his ample and very erect member.
Tree's were knocked down by the advancing wave of dragon flesh as he just kept growing, passing 200ft and up to 300, paws kicking huge furrows in the ground and his horns leaving gashes in the earth. His fluids flooded the land all around him, splattering ropy seed off tree's and hilltops, plus making a mess of whatever wildlife whom failed to get out of harms way. Still he stretched out, his hide making creaking and groaning noises like a thick rubber object being filled up with air. He loved every second of it, and every new foot that got added to his already immense frame. He had never believed such an immense transformation possible, but there was definitely no desire to go back now.
Finally he stopped at about 550ft in height. Lazing there in a state of bliss, he mentally worked out what his weight should be, and had an orgasm just at the thought. He spoke the number aloud as his huge eyes rolled up in their sockets, maw hanging slack and tongue hanging out from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and bliss.
“Three hundred and eighty-five thousand, one hundred and twenty seven tons. Hooooo boy...”
His voice by now was rather deep and very loud, enough that merely speaking sent light ground vibrations through everything in the area. His loud rumbling certainly helped with everything as well. He tried to stand up and have a look around at himself, but found he was just too tired from all this fun to really bother. Instead he fell into a deep sleep rubbing his own huge belly, which stuck out in-front of his field of view so very wonderfully...
He was awakened by the sound of engines overhead, and cracked open one huge eye to see who was bothering his nap. Above was four of the biggest Airships he'd ever seen, each one probably as large as he was. The thought pleased him greatly, that he was as big as one of the sky-dwarfing Airships. He waved a lazy paw up at one, and smiled as if in a drunken stupor. That's when they fired the lifting field. It was kind of an anti-gravity net of sorts, used to carry loads even the giant airships might not be able to handle on their own. Evidently he counted as one of those giant loads now.
He was slightly peeved as they lifted his huge fat hide up out of the forest, and as he looked down he could see that he'd left quite the crater from his growth filled fun. They carried him up and off the island entirely, heading west by the looks of it over the water. As he shook around in the field and yelled for answers, a small holographic display popped into view just beyond the tip of his muzzle.
He could see several humans in uniforms walking around the bridge of the Airship, some mumbling in the background.
“That's right sir, we got him. Yes, another one from that damned company... I suggest a formal investigation into the matter right away.”
The figure turned around and looked into Pat's huge scaly face, and sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.
“Well well, you've sure made a mess up here. I take it you were enjoying yourself a little too much to really care. Relax though, you're not really in any trouble. We're just taking you somewhere else so you don't damage the park system any more than you already have.”
Pat wanted to protest at this abduction, but he supposed he was flatting a lot of crown land. It wouldn't do to ruin the park for others after all. He wasn't exactly sorry, but he didn't feel prideful about it or anything. Instead he just kept his maw shut, and shrugged his huge shoulders. The human cleared his throat, and after looking at a few monitors looked back into Pat's face.
“You're not the first one to experience such... effects from that companies products. Until something can be done about it, we're relocating you to Pacifica. There you will stay until further notice, do you understand?”
He wasn't exactly in a position to argue, as these huge Airships now appeared to be military craft. And they likely had weapons aboard that would reduce him to smoking ash. He simply nodded his head and agreed, and thought about his apparent new home. Pacifica was an island that rose out of the pacific ocean not far from Hawaii, after a rash of rather bad volcanic eruptions and earthquakes the previous century. It was a no-mans-land, as no country had decided yet who it belonged to. Obviously special permissions had been set up if he was being placed there.
It took much of the day to fly that far, as they couldn't go very fast hauling his huge bulk. But by the afternoon he was dropped rather abruptly in the water just off shore, and the airships turned to leave. Snorting out smoke rings at their rude depositing of his hide in the ocean, he swam the rest of the way and hauled himself up on shore. It sure was a nice place, filled with big beaches and ample tree cover. Plus it was quite big too, about 45 kilometres wide and several hundred in length, curving like a crescent moon. What got his attention quickest though, were calls of welcome coming from off to one side.
Turning his head in that direction, he was met with quite the sight. Several other gigantic creatures of various builds were there waiting for him. All were about the same height, some fatter, some slimmer, some just buff, etc. There were dragons, dinosaurs, one unicorn, a few gryphons, and one familiar big blue reptile fellow. It was the shop-keep that had sold him the bubble-bath stuff in the first place! Apparently he'd had more than he was supposed to as well, and been relocated. He appeared somewhat sheepish, but was happy to hug another big fatty hello all the same.
In total there were a dozen giants on the island, though it seemed likely more would come sooner or later. Some of them had been there for months apparently, and nobody had figured out what to do with them yet. None of them wanted to go back to their old lives though, they were having too much fun being giants.
Pat got along with them all quite well, and many the fun smexy time was enjoyed by all. Some weeks later the big dragon was lazing belly-up on the beach with the familiar blue lizard fellow along side, whom he'd learned was named Ivan. The two had their fat tails playfully wrapped together, and were enjoying the sunshine. Life was definitely good here on their private island, and they hoped it stayed that way. A thought had popped into Pat's mind however, and he turned his huge muzzle over towards his blue friend to ask a question.
“I never did get the name of the company that made that wonderful stuff. What was its name?”
Ivan blinked and thought, then scratched at his own ample belly as he called it up from memory.
“The Fyreworks company, I think. Or something like that, anyways. I the creator was a Dragon himself. Or so the rumours go anyways.”
Pat nodded, drumming on his huge paunch with a grin.
“Well hopefully he comes to visit sometime. I'm sure we'd all love more samples.”
The two huge fat lizards laughed, poking and prodding one another with merriment. They and the rest of the giants still live on that island, though their numbers have tripled by now. Talk is going on about giving them more room to live, as more giants keep springing up across the globe every month or two. The owner of the Fyreworks company has as yet been unavailable for comment. Though he did send free samples of bubble bath...
The End.
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