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On the Hunt for MOAR: Act I

Lethias is a dragon. He is a large, prideful dragon who values skill and honour and kindness and respect. He is also a dragon who never lost his childlike sense of wonder and would do anything in his power to keep a firm grip on his more playful and silly side. This is often hard for the dragon, as he is a rather large specimen with a natural inclination towards growth both in frame and girth.

This was most aptly shown on a gloriously beautiful day under clear blue skies in early fall. Two of his best friends - one of which being his husband - had set something up for him to entice his more innocent, playful side by creating and running a game for him. To call this activity a scavenger hunt would be inaccurate since it was really just one treat that he was expected to find if he was able to solve a series of clues spread out around The Wilds - a sort of open safari zone that his friend Ceylon was able to help set up with Lethias's husband, Minnigan.

He had no idea what was at the end of the series of clues or where he'd be sent but he was prepared to put in as much work as was needed to get to the end. Not only was it a matter of pride to be able to solve each and every clue without aid but he could tell that what waited for him must have been fun because both his closest friends had collaborated to make it happen and were excited to see him win.

Anything that both Minnigan and Ceylon knew he'd like must have tickled him just right.

So when the dragon's friends left him with a single piece of paper at the top of the hill in the easternmost region of The Wilds and pulled up the drawbridge behind him, he knew he had to discover the secrets that were held somewhere great beyond for him.

Lethias was no fool, however. He may have embraced his playful side and loved playing games that brought out the carefree parts of him, but he was able to theorize about what awaited him at the end of this day's activities. Ceylon was a potion enchantress and Minnigan was always seeking to find new ways to make Lethias happy so it wasn't hard to imagine that there would be some sort of potion at the end of his journey. What was in that potion, however, was a mystery.

Well, it could have been a mystery if the dragon wasn't acutely aware of the many things Ceylon had been asking him over the prior months. She thought she was being sneaky by asking questions about his desires and what he liked most but it was clear the low-key interrogation and this scavenger hunt was linked.

Ceylon was clever, but not as clever as she often thought.

"Alright, let's see what the first clue offers me." He said, mostly to himself, as he peeled open the scroll that had been sealed by wax and a lovely red and blue rope - his colours. The parchment read: You have before you a world of wonder and potential, yet no matter what might happen in life you will always be a dragon. At a location fit for only the finest of scaled nobility, you will find your next clue hidden in a place that should remind you of home. This will kick off a quest that should ensure you truly get around. Good luck!

He nodded and rolled it back up with a grin. "Alright, so it's going to be that sort of scavenger hunt." He said to himself, noting internally that it was less about solving puzzles and more about following a dotted line from place to place until he got to his final destination. Less fun but it did mean there would be fewer obstructions en route to his goal.

Behind him, standing high above the moat leaning over the castle wall that was the first step of his journey, both his husband Minnigan and friend Ceylon were leaning down to give him words of encouragement, clapping him along and cheering before he had taken more than a single step away from where the drawbridge rested along the bank of the moat.

Acknowledging them, he turned and offered a wave before spreading his wings and kicking into the sky, flapping to gain altitude as he headed towards the place that most reminded him of home: the peak of the mountains on the northern half of the valley.

Lethias was by no means born in an icy cave, nor was he raised away from civilization, but he did have a deep-rooted love for high places and caverns where he could hide his stash away from those he didn't want stealing his stuff. He knew that Ceylon knew that home wasn't borne of nostalgia but what he valued most and if his gryphoness friend knew him half as well as he hoped, he knew that she'd have sent him in that direction.

From his perch just beyond the drawbridge high atop the hills - a vantage point that had given him the ability to see virtually everything in the park at once - he was able to get a good bearing on what the place had in store for him. Much of the park was on an east-west axis, with the castle to the far west and a rather large lake to the east. In between them - from castle to lake/west to east - was the grasslands and hilly region, the marshland and the urban center, and then a savannah island surrounded on all sides by thick rivers that divided the land. Lining this valley were two tall mountain ranges each representing a temperate mixed forest in the north and dense deciduous rainforest to the south. The northern range was capped by ice and snow while the southern range hosted a series of waterfalls.

He was astounded at how so many different regions could be seen in this park, but since it was a rather well-known location for folks to explore and have fun in - more like a safari than a park - it made sense for it to be diverse from one location to the next.

The dragon had plenty of time to absorb all of this as he flapped his wings, eagerly making his way to the first location. He could feel the strain of his muscles against the weight of his body as they struggled to keep him afloat, something he wouldn't normally notice if he wasn't so eager to see what sort of experience Ceylon had in mind that would almost certainly involve his bulging mass.

Though he may have been distracted by the thickness of his own form and the fantasies that came with wondering what might become of his body, it didn't take Lethias long to make his way to the northern peak of the mountain range. The park may have been huge but he was quite the talented dragon, having possessed immaculate strength and speed while in air or underwater.

However, upon reaching the summit of the range where he saw what he thought to be a cave, he was quickly reminded that it was cold in places that snow fell. Having spent his days in the temperate climate at the castle's level he wasn't expecting such a drop in temperature despite the fact he could see, even from that distance away, that the peak was white with a layer of snow. Still, he had a hunt to go on and he wasn't gonna let some air chill dissuade him from making progress!

After huddling up a bit and landing with a thud on the snow-covered plateau, he looked around to see if he could find anything that stood out of place. He was on a ledge that curved around the summit from the high plateau to a cave nestled in between peaks, so he assumed that was where he had to go. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, gingerly toeing at the snow to make sure none of it was going to give and cause an avalanche before finally slipping into the black maw of the cave.

The sounds of howling wind and snow stopped instantly as he passed between the walls of the opening. He felt almost warm inside despite knowing that such a bold change might not have been good. Still, he was cozy and that gave him the boldness to continue soon after his eyes adjusted to the dark. To his pleasant shock, the cavern was quite large with a flat base and a dome-like ceiling that could have housed all but the biggest dragons.

Or himself when at full growth. There was no chance his pinky talon would fit in here when he was at full size. Fortunately for the wildlife that rarely happened and he often remained a normal size.

In the middle of the circular cavern, there was a pile of rocks that made an unbalanced tower and had clearly been placed there. They looked like they could have fallen over at any time had they not been propped up and were leaning against a second and third, smaller pile of larger rocks.

That must have been his first location! The next note was surely there waiting for him!

He strutted half the way across the radius of the cave to the piles of rocks before pausing to hesitate and contemplate the room's features. This was a hunt of sorts but that didn't mean there weren't traps or pratfalls waiting for him. The room was too perfect, too round, too inviting. For all he knew, there was a cage waiting to capture him or some adventure-themed puzzle to solve before retrieving his reward!

With a renewed caution, he tiptoed forth, eyes darting from one side of the cavern to the other while also checking his footing and glancing at the ceiling before each step. He would not be captured like some foolish animal, trapped like a rat. He was a mighty dragon! Nobody - not even a sly gryphon - could contain him!

But with each passing step, he was growing more convinced that no trap awaited him. He could find no tell-tale signs of a surprise in the works so either Ceylon and Minnigan were remarkably clever (which was quite possible) or there was nothing there and he was over-thinking things (Which was an equally likely scenario given Lethias's concern over his pride and desire to be seen as strong).

In spite of everything and with full knowledge of what might have happened if he was wrong, Lethias took a leap of faith to bound past the final few steps and land right next to the pile of rocks, arms and wings out for balance just in case something happened. He glanced around from side to side and up and down to make sure nothing was collapsing under him or coming from above to trap him.

He could barely use his wings in a cave and thus was somewhat unnerved in a cavern that was not his own. At his place - his keep - he didn't mind the walls encapsulating him and keeping him from the sky if it meant it was also keeping all his stuff safe from outsiders, but this was a whole different experience. A different scenario. He was not innately familiar with this cave and thus it was dangerous.

Regardless of all that, he remained steadfast in his determination to get to the next stage of the hunt. He took a risk and jabbed his hand in between the three piles of rocks - carefully, of course, he dared not disturb the sanctity of the architecture left for him - to find a black steel tube at the bottom. Inside was a scroll that he had to gently tug and tap out with his claws and palms. It read:

My dear Lethias; I'm sure by now you noticed that there is no trap at this location, which was probably a great relief to you. Don't worry, we won't be incorporating traps into this fetch quest. Mostly we just wanted to keep you busy in a series of caves so we could get to the final destination. Either way, congratulations on your first of five clues that will lead to your prize! Next, head to the great northern peak of the wettest region in the park. There, behind a wall of [redacted] you will find your next clue. We look forward to seeing you at the end of this quest. Sincerely: Minnigan and Ceylon.

"Seems simple enough." He said to himself as he gingerly coiled the scroll back up and put it in the metal casing before gently put it back between the three piles of rocks and happily trotted back out to the opening of the cave, where he deciphered the clue.

The wettest part of the park was the series of waterfalls that cascaded over the southern mounts, so that must have been where he was to go next. The wall of whatever was redacted must have been 'behind a waterfall on the north face of the mountain. From one peak to another.

Much like the first clue and its subsequent scroll, the second clue was in a cavern surrounded by rocks set up in a pyramid shape with a metal container holding a scroll. This one sent him to a cottage in the western foothills of the northern mountain. The rocks were on the front porch, nestled in between a rocking chair and a hanging hammock. That clue led him to a tropical island in the middle of the lake to the far east beyond the valley, where the rocks could be found under a pair of palm trees that crossed.

Lethias noticed as he flew from location to location that the clues were getting simpler and less interesting with each passing hint, which was capped off by the clue on the island basically just saying 'go back to the start'. This was how he knew it was Ceylon who must have been writing the clues, because she was likely trying her best to hustle him along to whatever treasure was at the end of the hunt whereas Minnigan would have put thought and wit into his clues, resulting in a quest that could have lasted days with clues that might have actually required Lethias to think.

He loved Minnigan, and that was one of the many reasons why.

Alas, he was stuck with Ceylon's clues, and while they weren't the deepest or most intricate, they did give him some time to reflect and stretch his wings en route to the next stage of his quest.

Upon arriving back at the castle where he started, he was greeted not by a series of piles of rocks but a large banner draped over the underside of the raised drawbridge depicting a map of the entire region with the five points in which he'd visited thus far, each denoted by a number.

Number one and number six was the castle to the southwest of the map. Number two was the northern peak in the middle. Number three was the southeast peak. Number four was the northwest cottage just north of the castle. Number five was the tropical island in the middle of the lake. All of this led back to number one and six, which was the castle. The addition of the sixth number said that there was a very clear sequence to all this.

It didn't take much work for the dragon to realize that the path he took formed a five-point star made of one continuous line that crossed over itself multiple times. The resulting image created a very clear pinpoint on the map that was pretty much in the exact center of the park, located at the border between the grasslands, the hills, and the foothills of the mountain. He presumed that would be where he found his final clue, or more precisely the prize at the end of the journey.

He was so excited his scales were standing on end! He could only imagine a few things that would get Ceylon and Minnigan so excited that they concocted a simple but fun scavenger hunt for him to follow first. If this was a regular treasure, it wouldn't have inspired such a journey.

Since Lethias was on his own, and there weren't any others in the park save a few of the employees, he happily squealed to himself in excitement, his vocalization akin to a chirp-growl hybrid.

Once that was over and he collected himself, he spread his wings once more to leap into the sky and glide down the grasslands. He was finally at the end of the trip, concluding about an hour or so's worth of flying! His wings were tired but that didn't stop him from eagerly flapping and dipping his snout into a dive as he arrived at his destination!

He gave one final circling of the region in order to best survey the land before touching down. He wanted a good idea of what awaited him and where the final destination may have been. Despite him possessing keen dragon eyes, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. There was a creek running along the treeline, a bridge over said creek with a pair of garbage bins on either side, a raised hill nearby, and a series of pathways interconnecting as well as a few park benches with another garbage bin next to it. Nothing out of the ordinary, as far as he could tell.

At least, that was until he took a closer look and saw that the garbage bins - large steel barrels - weren't garbage bins but were more akin to oil drums that were sealed on the top sans a single hole that revealed a glowing teal liquid within.

That was it. That was his prize! Teal was the colour of pure-brewed potions and there were three drums full of it! So much potion! So much magic! And in his case, he was almost certain it meant so much growth! If Ceylon and Minnigan were this excited to lead him to a treasure, that's what it was!

He practically flipped with joy in the skies before making his final descent, landing heavily near the path with his talons digging heavily into the grass. From there he practically ran to the nearest of the three barrels, the one next to the park bench. He then stood over top of it with a firm grip around the lip and sniffed the air above it, sampling the fruity aromas that came with the potion fumes. The dragon barely noticed the little card that was on top of the barrel with his name on it, folded to get attention.

Though distracted, he did quickly realize that he'd not paid it the mind he should have and quickly opened it up to see what it read, basking in the vapours of the barrel of potion the whole time.

"Dear Lethias. I love you. Enjoy, but don't drink it all at once. Minnigan." He said, noticing almost immediately that his voice had deepened before the potion had even begun to take effect. It was a simple message but a pure one. With respect, he gently placed the card on the nearby bench to ensure it didn't get destroyed before returning to the drum, where he happily took another deep breath.

Luckily, the fumes that came from potion creation were non-toxic and had a gentle, weaker effect than just outright drinking the potion. Inhaling vapours was another way to take potions, and that would be a nice way to start his transformation. He knew it would be transformation; growth, to be specific. It was really the best kind of change in a person.

Still excited and buzzing with anticipation, he exhaled as deeply as he could and took in a long, deep breath to fill his lungs to capacity, holding it in as the vapours coated his inner nostrils and lungs. Within seconds he felt a tingle in his chest, like a flow of adrenaline but warm and pleasant rather than cool and alerting. He knew it was working instantly!

When he pulled away he reared his head back to exhale once more, a teal mist cloud escaping his lips to dissipate in the air above him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shifting in his forearm plates that indicated that the potion was already taking shape within him. As he watched, his forearm swelled and bulged, a wave of inflation starting at his elbow and making its way over his palm to give some girth to his digits! He hadn't yet felt his bones elongating, so his body was merely bulking up.

As he stood there over the drum of potion, he inhaled yet another sample of the fumes while gripping the sides of the barrel and flexing his arms to show off. There were no others nearby, which saddened him, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself!

The swelling travelled from one area of his body to the next, shifting from his right arm to his chest and down his left arm before returning to his chest. A slight sensation of tightness filled his torso as his muscles strained against the constraints of his scales before his outer flesh matched what was growing within, resulting in a puffed out pair of pectorals that he couldn't help but grind his chin against. Though not a prideful dragon, he couldn't help but posture as the potion took effect!

More throbbing pumps of his muscles swept across his body, trailing up and down his spine to the tip of his tail and back to his groin and down to his feet, inflating his talons with enough vigour that it parted the soil and grass beneath him. He couldn't help but dig his claws in a bit as his calves expanded to twice their original girth, the muscles turning firm as a rock underneath the scales.

Then, in both of his legs as if he was being filled up, his thighs and glutes ballooned out, parting the plates on his lap before having them expand to accommodate his bulk. This continued up his body, temporarily giving him a yellow potbelly before having his flanks ripple in place, tightening his abs and giving him a triangular six-pack to join his already bulky upper torso and puffed-out pectorals.

Naturally, this also meant that he felt a familiar bulge in his groin followed by an inflation of the orbs that dangled between his oversized thighs. However, that growth was normal, not potion-born.

He hadn't grown an inch in height, yet, for his body seemed to be bulking up instead of expanding in the traditional sense. There was a subtle hint of disappointment welling up inside him until he realized the lack of height was likely due to the fact that, up to this point, he'd only inhaled a few breaths of fumes and vapours rather than having tasted the brew on his tongue.

Just as he was about to stab his claw into the top of the drum and peel the lid off, he was accosted by a pair of folks calling out to him in an attempt to get his attention.

"Lethias! Buddy!" Ceylon shouted out, with Minnigan following close after. It appeared the two of them were hiding under the bridge, waiting for him to arrive but hadn't come out yet for reasons unknown. Lethias was too distracted by the girth of his limbs - which made it hard to move - to postulate too much about what might have been the explanation for their delay.

Minnigan practically dove at him with his own thick arms, belly pressed to Lethias's chest in a close hug before pulling away, hand cradling the dragon's rump. "Havin' fun yet?" He asked with a grin, adjusting his glasses as he did so. "Ceylon made this batch just for you, and it's all yours!"

Lethias bared his teeth in a broad grin, flexing muscles and striking a series of poses to show off each set of muscles while chirping happily to himself. Despite being so big he was bow-legged and had a triangular torso comprised of balloon-thick bulges all over, he was stunningly nimble on his toes as he danced in place. "Yes, Min! All mine! But also all yours!" He said, playfully placing his hand on his husband's shoulders, pulling him in close to steal a kiss on his husband's cheek. "Big dragon is so happy, he gets to be an even bigger dragon soon and then a super big dragon after that!"

He was doing a shockingly great job containing his excitement.

Ceylon, however, was not. She had stood back, watching the two lovers act cute together while her gryphon eyes remained focused on the bulge between his legs. She was not shy about loving the rides Lethias gave her, and the best rides were when she helped him grow. She was so excited to see where this went that she didn't hold back and let the husbands enjoy one another before tackling Lethias to the ground next to the park bench with an audible thud.

This took the dragon by storm, so much so that he didn't even respond to her beyond lightly holding his thick hands up to keep her from pressing too close to him. He loved the attention, of course, but was still taken by surprise. "I see you find me as irresistible as I do!" He joked, noting once more that his voice had further deepened.

Ceylon straddled his hips, struggling to keep her thighs wrapped around his as her relatively thin form hovered over his, hand on his shoulder for balance and blue eyes staring into his. She gape-grinned at him and chirped happily. "You're damn right I do. Now, why don't we put this new mass of yours to good use?" She squatted down on him, pushing her hips down against his while grinding and using her tail to caress his inner thighs.

Minnigan, for all his love and admiration for his growing husband, was a bit more passive in acts of sex and was happy to casually lean back against a nearby tree to watch the events unfolding in front of him. He didn't have the greatest sex drive but wanted to see his lover happy and knew that Ceylon possessed the body and talent to do just that. He gave them both his approval and relaxed.

Lethias had mostly stopped swelling and his scales had normalized so he felt a deeper desire within him, one that couldn't choose between gently plucking her from atop him to get more potions or just going with it. Either option tickled his loins, but he wasn't sure what was better.

Luckily for him, Ceylon knew this and extended her hand towards the drum of potion, a wisp of magic extending from her fingertips to pluck a bubble of the brew from within. A near perfect sphere about the size of her fist emerged from the tiny opening at the top, wobbling and shifting in place as it struggled to keep its form. She was using physical magic - telekinesis - to manipulate it remotely and draw it towards the both of them rather than contain it in a beaker or vial.

She knew that if glass got involved something would shatter.

With a slow and deliberate motion, she pulled her arm back to guide the floating bubble of potion to right above Lethias's chest, a gaping grin upon her beak that was illuminated by the glow of the concoction. "See? You don't have to choose; you can have both." She promised him with a wink and chirp, idly grinding against his groin as she did so.

Her assurance and motions helped to focus more of the dragon's energy into his cock, once again encouraging it to swell to full girth even without the aid of a potion. The tapered tip grew into the base of her tail and throbbed as a dab of precum smeared between Ceylon's rump cheeks, soaking her from vulva to rump all at once. He couldn't help himself and quickly wrapped those massive hands of his around her waist, holding her down as he started to idly buck, maw extending forward to slurp some of the potion from the air above him.

"No, you wait for a bit. Potion is best enjoyed in moderation, Lethias." She scolded him while guiding the bubble further from his lips. She then plucked a few tiny dabs of it from its core and smeared it down his chest between his pecs, the fluid sizzling and absorbing into his scales within seconds. At the same time, she used her other hand to reach back around her and under her tail, grabbing his shaft and squeezing his knot while guiding it to her supple, ebony lips.

Lethias didn't immediately notice a change in his mass since he was so close to slipping into his gryphon friend. However, as a full-bodied wave of tingling pleasure spread across his chest and out to every limb tip including his member, he felt a strange tugging on his rump and the base of his tail as his hindquarters expanded beneath him! The shift was subtle but as his muscles swelled and throbbed - partially obstructing his view of his female companion that was straddling his hips - he threw his head back and saw just how much smaller the bench had become!

He was so thick and so wide that had he decided to use the bench, he'd have snapped the wood planks holding it together. And, as his form expanded and his talons dug into the dirt beneath him, he struggled to keep his footing and minimize the impact his weight had on the grass. A cursory glance revealed to him that his stretching, distending scales were practically digging up the ground as his haunches widened and his legs lengthened.

The pleasure of his size made his toes curl in delight - an act that further furrowed the soil every time - but that was only half his desire. The other half was in the form of Ceylon, who despite not growing to match him had remained squatting over him with her hind paws nestled in between his engorged thighs and hips for balance. His cock, once a reasonable size compared to her, now rivalled the girth of her calf muscle at its thickest point and was as long as her upper thigh!

She was not the type to shy away from a challenge; as the enchanter of the very potion that had contributed to the dragon's size, she had the capability to match him. So she did. Without even a moment's hesitation, she plucked and flicked more of the potion onto Lethias's chest before reaching back once more, this time smearing the concoction onto his shaft and using it as lube to slip his entire length into her. Slowly she descended until his knot lobes pressed against her rump cheeks, his shaft fully buried between her lips and the tip gently prodding out against her abdominal wall.

Ceylon was not a thin gryphon, but Lethias's massive size was enough to form a visible bulge in her lower torso, one that intensified every time the dragon bucked up into her amidst a gentle squelch that echoed out from her depths. She squeaked and chirped at him while leaning down against his swollen, bulging chest, eagerly and aggressively bouncing on his cock with increasing intensity. At the same time, she was making a series of hand gestures that drew tinier bubbles from the main one hovering above the both of them, allowing the concoction to splash on and get absorbed by his body at various locations.

The combination of Ceylon's flesh enveloping and stroking him as well as the tension and hypersensitivity that came from the potion's effects ensured that Lethias felt everything with an intensity even he was unfamiliar with. Though he'd only just barely slipped into his gryphon partner he was quickly coming close to climax due to how supple and skilled her depths were. Of course, that was only the beginning; Ceylon had greater plans for him and his sensations had a long way to go.

Some of the potion formed beads and travelled in all direction, each one bursting and sizzling as it was absorbed into his neck, some into his upper arms, another on each of his pectorals, a series on each of his thighs and calves, one on the underside of his tail, and finally one right where his cock and ball sack met.

The absorption of the fluid into his body took effect within seconds, his every bone and muscle elongating to match the others and ensure that, while he was swelling and throbbing and inflating a bit at a time, he never looked disproportioned. His rump continued to spread the earth below him, the soil tugging on his scales while each of his balls ballooned out between his legs to form a pair of craters there, grass getting upturned and the upper layer of soil peeling away to make room for his mass.

It took much of the dragon's self-control to not explode inside her despite having not buried his knot yet. The friction - one of his favourite things aside from the taut, bulging muscles that adorned his body - tickled him just right and when paired with his potion-imbued hypersensitivity he had to struggle to hold back and limit his motions.

All the while Ceylon never let up on him. She kept bouncing on his cock, grinding every time she felt the swelling lobes of his knot pressing against her inner thighs. While she kept thrusting her body against his, relishing the grip he held on her waist, she systematically clenched and relaxed to ensure he loosened her up a bit more every time. It wouldn't be long at all before he was too large to fit inside her, for he was already thrice the height he once was and was showing no signs of stopping.

With that in mind, she remotely guided the last of the bubble of potion into his maw, allowing it to slip down his gullet and into his belly while bits of it splashed and dribbled over his chin. At the same time, she rubbed his chest and used the form of his statuesque pectoral muscles as leverage to push down as hard as she could, wagging and gyrating her hips to roll his knot against her opening.

He could feel the swell of his knot lobes threatening to burst into her, a pressure and pleasantry that was entirely distracting to the point he barely even noticed how close to his eruption he had come. It felt like Ceylon could, at any time, completely envelop him and finish him off right then and there, which could have been disappointing. He liked to show his stamina, to extend the pleasure as far as he could last, bringing bliss to all involved!

But his avian companion was having none of it. She had been slamming herself down, tugging at the base of his knot with her tail for extra leverage, and was grinding and gyrating and bouncing with such aplomb he wondered if she'd been deprived of a partner for months!

Then, all at once, she relaxed just enough and Lethias pushed down on her thighs to have his engorged knot pop into her and instantly swell, locking them together as his tapered tip eased its way into her womb.

And just like that, he was about done. Though Lethias was always a fan of stallion-like thrusts to have his partners stroke his cock from tip to base as best he could, the pressure and warmth of Ceylon's pussy clenched around his knot was enough to coax the first of many hot ejaculations out of him! His balls and lower body tensed up to squeeze and pump his essence deep inside her, the jet of seed splashing against her walls and threatening to spurt out beyond his knot!

Only, unlike most orgasms, this wasn't a sudden spike in pleasure followed by a few eruptions and a cooldown. No, the potion ensured that all sensations that had been building and swelling inside him stuck around long after the ignition factor. This meant that, once that first burst of his cum into her had broken the seal, he kept going! Shot after shot of hot dragon ejaculate sprayed into her, bloating her and filling her to near capacity within seconds!

She should have pulled off, she should have found a way to stop him from pumping her full of dragon essence, but she did the exact opposite. Instead, as the dragon grew and displaced the soil beneath him, she erected her torso and sat down as heavily as she could, cross-legged on his lap with his cock tied deep within her and his length growing at the same rate of the rest of him and she stayed the same size. This meant that, as his body stretched and his muscles pressed against her, the bulge in her belly grew ever larger and his cock quickly came to nearly fill her entire torso!

However, as he bucked and pumped more into her, she clenched harder and harder, tugging on his knot to ensure the seal was never broken and thus his seed never escaped her! As the minutes passed and the two relaxed as best they could given the circumstances - pressure building inside her and his size ever expanding to the point he was as big as a house and his cock as big as her - her body started to expand and inflate, cum sloshing about inside her.

"H-hey, are you going to be al-" Lethias started, concern in his voice.

Ceylon cut him off by pressing her finger to her beak and clenching just a little bit harder as a gooey spurt of dragon seed sprayed out of her. Her torso had swelled, inflated to the point that all definition of cock or her natural features were smoothed over. She had expanded to thrice or more her natural size in order to accommodate him, belly bulging and jiggling full of cum.

No matter how much he grew, she just clenched harder and used her own magics to ensure she didn't literally burst due to how much semen he was pumping into her. By this point it was like he'd plugged a hose in her pussy and turned the tap on, his ejaculations were so thick and persistent!

Off in the distance, Minnigan could be seen growing concerned until Ceylon offered him a salute from between the monolithic dragon thighs that had hidden him, allowing him to relax.

At this point, with Lethias the size of a mansion and Ceylon appearing to be little more than a doll on his lap so full of cum she was nearly round and rubbing her belly and chest, Ceylon decided it may have been time to carry on and let Lethias finish up. The potion she'd given him would be running out soon enough and he wouldn't grow too much more, which meant that once he had completed his climax he'd start shrinking again.

She relaxed her loins and used her magic to alter her body enough to let the massive girth of his knot pass through her opening while also concentrating on another spell meant to re-absorb much of Lethias's extra mass into herself. This was done by taking on the hundreds of litres of his semen from her womb and absorbing its nutrients into her, a spell the opposite of what made him grow!

As the gryphoness did this, she applied steady pressure against his inner thighs, tugging on his knot to roll and grind until it eased out of her; once she felt the lurch, she paused and squeezed, forcing the bulge of it out while her loins constricted along his shaft to better ensure that none of his pearly mess escaped her.

With a glorious squelch and guttural slap of her canal closing up in his absence, she rubbed her clit and pinched her lips shut as the bulge of her belly receded into nothing, his seed seemingly evaporating into nothing inside her while leaving a powerful, musky scent in the air. Before long, she was left only a little pudgy with an audible slosh jiggling about in her womb while she stood on the golden scales of Lethias's chiselled abs, smiling at him all the while.

"Have fun?" She asked, noticing that the dragon had mostly stopped his outward expansion before growing too big while rubbing her chest and groin in unison to accentuate. "I know I did."

He nodded enthusiastically, grinning wide while eyeing the three barrels of growth serum. "But what if more? I am big enough to handle it, aren't I?" Before Ceylon could protest, he reached past her and grabbed one of the barrels, squeezing it to pop the top as if it were a can of soda.

"N-no! Don't!" She called out, stumbling and falling off his torso to land in a furrowed divot of dirt between his legs. "You'll grow too big!"

Unfortunately for Lethias, her tiny voice could barely be heard over the wrenching of metal as the drum's entire lid burst off and he gulped the entire concoction all at once, a mess of the teal fluid dribbling over his lips and spilling past his cheeks.

Lost in the moment and intoxicated by his mass, Lethias reached out and grabbed another one of the drums, pouring it over his member and vastly inflated testicles as his other hand clawed at the ground in delight. The very sensation of his member throbbing and continually growing before him was orgasmic in its own right, but the added virility of balls the size of cars gave him all the fuel he needed to indulge himself to his fullest extent.

His wings fluttered behind him as his eyes rolled back in his head, heels and palms and tail and balls and everything else that touched the grass aggressively pushing soil away to widen the crater his weight had dug into the ground. He seemed in heaven, but Ceylon and Minnigan weren't as enthused about the whole situation.

"Hoooo boy this isn't good, is it?" Minnigan opined, not sure what to do. He possessed magic of his own but nothing that could halt growth serum as powerful as the concoction Ceylon had brewed.

Ceylon nodded, the last little bit of her belly returning to normal size as she absorbed the last of the dragon's seed sans a few drips that escaped her plump lips. "Yeah, definitely not the best situation. Luckily, I'm the one who enchanted the potion so I should, in theory, be able to concoct a counterspell to nullify and reverse the effects of the potion's enchantments. I could maybe nullify the last barrel before he gets his hands on-"

She was cut off by the image of Lethias dropping the second drum of potion and grabbing the third to pour it all over him, the teal liquid cascading over the rippling scales of his chest and soaking into his groin.

"Well, I'd best get to work. He's consumed or absorbed it all now, there's not a lot I can do to halt its effects." She rubbed her beak, then gape grinned as she turned to Minnigan. "I have an idea. Follow my lead!"