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The Grandmother's Gift

Chapter 3

for Engy

by Draconicon

Isabella was the newest member of the dragon's harem, and she was very fond of being there with Mr. Draconicons. He was a very nice dragon, and the people that were in the harem with her were some of the nicest people that she had ever met in her life, but even with the nicest people in the world, there was still some settling in to do and various things that she had to get used to.

The big one, she had to admit, was staying naked all the time. The pangolin blushed as she walked through the front door of her master's big skyscraper, looking around the reflective surfaces and floor. The latter, she was told, was enchanted so that no matter how many people walked on it, it would never scuff, tarnish, or streak, meaning that everyone could see right up between her legs and see her body from all angles. She could even look down and see her own bare soles, if she wanted, which she knew that Mr. Draconicons would like.

She blushed further as she looked around the room, seeing more people that had come to the skyscraper to see Mr. Draconicons. They were all present to get something from the master of the city, all wanting to get something out of the magical dragon. They wanted him to fix their problems, make things better for them, or in some cases, just grant them wishes. They treated him almost like a genie, and he went with it.

Most of the time.

Isabella rubbed the back of her head, feeling like she should be doing something to make it better, but...really, what could she do there? Mr. Draconicons was magic, and she was just a pangolin.

A cute pangolin, she heard, and grumbled under her breath, letting out a huffy 'myeeeeh' as she did. That was a spell that the master had put in her head, something that delivered a random compliment every time that she tried to talk down on herself. She didn't know if she liked it, but it was something that made her happy all the same. She just wished -

SMACK!

"EEP!"

Isabella leaped two feet in the air as a passing bull spanked her ass, leaving a bright red handprint behind. She rubbed her cheeks as she came back down, her face on fire as the better-dressed bovine walked by. He looked over his shoulder at her, winking playfully, and she groaned.

"Don't tease!"

"Hey, I've got a meeting, but if you're still here when I'm done, it won't be a tease."

"..."

"Your choice, Harem-Girl."

The bull walked to one of the monster-vators, taking a tennis ball from the basket beside it and squeaking it. Isabella watched him disappear on a platform dragged by a hyper-active monster and shook her head, trying to calm down just a little bit.

It wasn't easy. She wasn't used to being a nudist, wasn't used to being in a place that was this judgment free, and certainly wasn't used to having this much interest focused on her all the time. That wasn't to say that it wasn't nice, but it was something that she was still getting used to, and something that she needed time to adjust to. If it wasn't for the fact that Mr. Draconicons hadn't already made it very, very clear that he wanted her here, everyone else would have done the same thing.

Then again...it probably didn't help to have his marks all over her...

Isabella looked down at the floor again. As a pangolin, she was used to being seen as something a little different, a little odd. She had a tail that stretched out just about twice her height in length, and it was strong and flexible enough that she could use it to hang from and pull herself around if she needed to. Her back was covered with thick scale-like flesh, and her hands and feet were tapped with long claws that were difficult to use for fingering or teasing others with. She had to be careful with her grip on people, but she had gotten used to that. The little blunting spells that her new master had put on them helped with that, too, allowing her to be a bit more touchy-feely without having to take so many other safeguards for other people.

Yet, for all that she had been rather unique already, Mr. Draconicons had taken it further. He'd taken his scales, some odd nanites from another friend of his, and then cast spells on them with silver paint, and...

"Hey, are you going to stand in the doorway all day, Harem-Girl?" one of the receptionists across the lobby called. "Mind stepping to the side?"

"Oh, right...sorry."

She did as she was asked, moving out of the flow of traffic. As the other visitors to the skyscraper passed through, she looked at the reflective walls.

Her master's touch had drawn silver all over her, making her look a bit like a pangolin robot. Her legs were sheathed in it, completely converted to silver from her knees down to her toes. The bottoms of her feet were made to look softer, shinier, almost like they were well-oiled and maintained for sex toy work, but the top of her knees curved out with a slightly 'armored boot' look, making it look combat-ready. From there, silver lines ran up in straight and diagonal patterns along her thighs, almost like circuitboard lines, reaching two little dots on either side of her exposed sex that simply said 'Press here to Cum'.

More than a few people had tried that since she had arrived. It always sent her off into explosive waves of pleasure, and it didn't help as she turned around to look at her other end. Her ass...her big silver ass...

Isabella had always liked big butts, but this was new. She'd come to the harem with a nice-sized ass, something that she was pretty sure that Mr. Draconicons had appreciated enough to ask her there in the first place, but now it was...well, it had buttons just under the curves of the cheek, and if someone were to press those, according to the big black dragon, they would make her ass grow out, swelling the cheeks so that she couldn't hide her ass or pussy from behind. At all.

He was a butt for that, but she couldn't deny that she liked the idea.

From there, the silver continued up in various robot-inspired lines, making it look like it carried programming across her torso and down her arms. Her breasts were slightly lifted and supported by them, complete with little growth buttons just under the curve of them, waiting to grow her to just under bimbo size.

All in all, it was quite the 'customizable' body. She knew that not everyone would have liked having something like that, but the pangolin did. She blushed as she looked herself over, already feeling a bit better between her thighs, already feeling that faint hint of need starting to rise from below. She felt like she was looking at someone that was better than her, someone that was downright beautiful, and had to remind herself that it was not just some other slut, but...

But her.

Isabella.

Isabella the Pangolin.

As she reached back, fondling her ass cheeks and hardly believing that she was going that far in public, she felt...something. She wasn't sure what, but there was something in the air, something that held her attention and demanded that she notice something. It wasn't until her fingers pressed against her cheeks more firmly that she realized what it was.

"Wha..."

Isabella whipped her head over her shoulder, turning around to look down. Previously, she was sure that her fingers could meet when her ass was at the lowest size setting. She was sure of it, knowing that they had been able to reach her pucker and then some. She had needed to be careful about that before, ensuring that she didn't claw herself, but now, it was like...like she had to strain a bit to reach around the curve and heft of her cheeks.

"...What..."

"Hey, Harem-Girl!"

She jumped, sure that she was doing something wrong, but no such thing. One of the staff members, an orca, had walked up to her from behind, and chuckled.

"Hey, I appreciate you showing off your ass -"

"Sorry, I won't keep doing that."

"No, no, that wasn't what I meant."

"...No?"

"Nah, I just wanted to say if you wanted to really show it off, you could come over to my desk. I get some eye candy, you get eyes on your ass, and it gives people in line something to look at. What do you think?"

"..."

"Or do you have business with the master of the tower?"

"Um, not yet?"

"Great. You can help me out. If you're up for it."

"...Suuuuure."

There was still something off, she was sure, particularly as she walked along with a difference in the sway in her hips. She'd always enjoyed the feeling of her ass swinging back and forth, enjoying the feeling of her feminine curves, the roundness of her cheeks and the weight of her ass when she moved from place to place. She'd even gotten off sometimes just on the feeling of having so many eyes on her as she swayed and strolled along, but this was more than that. There was something else going on, something that all but demanded her to acknowledge it. Her ass jiggled, bounced, even seemed to swell and change the way that she walked as she was led across the lobby.

And there were stares. So many stares.

She blushed as she reached his desk, her face burning about as bright as it had ever done, and the orca helped her up, sitting her on the edge of his desk. As she squirmed, struggling to get comfy, she remembered the last time that she'd been seated on someone's table like this.

That time, she hadn't felt that much beneath her ass cheeks, but this time, she swore that she was close to falling off or impaling herself on the corner of the table. They felt so...so big compared to what they had been, and she bit off a whimper as she swore that they were still -

No, no, that's impossible. They're the same size. Mr. Draconicons said that they wouldn't grow without someone pushing the buttons.

But someone was certainly pushing other buttons. No, no, that wasn't happening, she just imagined that it was happening. Her butt was the same size that it had been since her painting. There was no way that someone was growing her, no way that her ass was getting bigger and plusher and fatter and more fuckable by the second. She wasn't getting bigger.

Yet, there were so many eyes on her, so many people watching as she got comfortable on the orca's table. She didn't know what to think, but she knew that it was fun.

Very.

Very.

Very.

Fun.

As she pressed her thighs together, trying to stem the flow of her juices or at least keep it a bit less obvious, the line of waiting petitioners approached. One by one, they stated what was going on with their life, and the orca would go through the possible procedures available to them. Isabella did her best to listen, but the desk was rather...hard to ignore.

Particularly with the rounded edge just beneath her pressing right against her rim. That was something that she hadn't expected, particularly as it seemed to end in something of a knob rather than a sharp corner. It was pressed right up between her cheeks, and she swore that there was something that was almost in the process of dragging her down against it. There was a weight, a pressure on her that made that knot press right against her pucker.

Mmmmmmmph...

It was a tease and a half, and she couldn't quite keep her mind off it. Every time that she adjusted her position, she swore that it was rubbing against her in a different, more noticeable way, and every time that she allowed herself to think about it, she got that much wetter at the idea of publicly impaling herself for all to see. She bit her lips, curled her clawed toes, and tried to focus on the conversations that were passing between her 'abductor' and the various petitioners that came forward.

"I need to talk about this fast food restaurant."

"Idea or complaint?"

"Uh, complaint."

"Did they use magic to make things worse for you?"

"No."

"Did they sell you bad goods?"

"Well, there was an item missing from the order..."

"That's a restaurant issue, not a magic dragon issue. Sorry."

"But -"

"Next!"

Isabella giggled to herself, wishing that she was a little more surprised but still amused at the fact that the people coming for help still included those that just wanted to complain or get free things. Sure, it was a little annoying to not get everything that you ordered, but even if that was the case and the person wasn't just trying to get free stuff, you could go to the restaurant for that. You didn't need to come and bother Mr. Draconicons and ruin his day with being in a bad mood.

She waved her tail at the complaining wolf, only to shift a little bit. Isabella yelped, grabbing the sides of the table...or at least, trying to. Her hands couldn't quite reach past her hips and ass, almost like she was in a fleshy booster seat made of her own cheeks.

That...that was different to when she'd sat down before, wasn't it? She remembered being able to touch the desk, shift herself around with her hands, but -

Surely that had been the case, right? There was no way that she'd been that disconnected?

But even as she tried to remember what had been the case, she could feel that knotted edge of the desk rubbing right against her ass, pressing right between the cheeks and grinding on her pucker. It was rather hard to think about things when she was already this horned up, and she just whimpered slightly.

As the wolf walked away and an armadillo took his place, Isabella tried to focus on what they were saying. It was important for harem members to know what was going on in the city, she thought, and as the newest member, she wanted to be even more on the ball about it to earn her place. Yet, even as she tried to focus on the issue - something about a burst sewer line and the fact that there were some magical issues coming out of it - she found her mind drifting further and further back, focusing on that knotted piece of wood and the idea of how that would feel lodged further in her ass.

Big butts for big cocks, she thought, and blushed as the image popped into her head, something bigger than the knotted bit of wood work, something that would really make her feel it. Something suitable for her big, fat ass.

Mmmph...but I don't have a big butt...

But she could. Her base form was rather large, after all -

But...was it...was it always?

It must be. She hadn't hit any buttons so far, and neither had anyone else. She'd probably just imagined that it was small compared to the bigger sizes that she had down there. She could make it even bigger, too, make her butt a hot, thick piece of cake that anyone would like to enjoy. She wiggled her hips against the desk, already imagining what it would be like to be even bigger, to be a piece of warm flesh for someone to bury their pleasure in, to be a good big-booty girl, to -

"Next!"

Isabella jumped again, surprised at the orca's shout, and she slid forward...

And onto the knot.

POP!

Her breath wheezed out past clenched lips, her eyes wide as she realized that she was literally fucking her own ass for all to see. She wanted to bury herself in her tail, but even as she felt the urge to do it, she realized something else: nobody seemed to care.

Yep, even as she looked around the room, it was quite clear that nobody minded that there was something sexual going on at the front of the lobby. They didn't mind that there was a naked pangolin filled up with a desk knob, her ass cheeks stretched out with her pose and her asshole filled.

They didn't mind, or if they noticed, they liked it. She saw a few boners in the line and a few smirks from the ladies. They were definitely noticing, and they liked what they saw.

Oh my...oh god...

Isabella didn't know what to think, but she knew one thing for sure. She was getting wetter and wetter, and even as she felt that the knot was getting a little bit dry, she could feel it sliding out a bit.

And why not? Her ass was too thick for it to entirely penetrate. She wasn't sure how it had gotten past such big cheeks to begin with, but she'd need something bigger for the next thing. After all, she was the pangolin with the fattest ass in the tower. She needed big things back there.

Draconicon was enjoying everything that was happening between him and his lion, despite the lingering feeling of something off. Yet, even that only seemed to feed his arousal, keeping his cock hard and his eyes focused on the feline beneath him, and those huge feet pressing against his cock and balls. They were so good, and felt even better than usual, somehow, and the feeling of the lion's breath against the bottom of his feet made him groan, reminding him of how he needed to take control, to give in and enjoy himself with his harem more often.

And yet...yet...

The black dragon groaned, something tickling at the edge of his attention as he felt a different quiver running through the feline under him. He lifted his feet - a greater effort than he remembered - and saw...

Saw that Fyacin's ass was growing. Bubbling. Bigger than it had been.

I...I didn't do that...

But even as he thought that, something tickled at his mind. Something like another's hand, another's power, whispering temptations in his ear.

It doesn't need to be you...you can accept a gift...you can accept the need of another...

"Nnngh..."

"Mmmph, Master."

Fyacin was turning around, rolling onto his stomach. Those huge feet lifted up, pressing against his balls. Were his balls always that big, the dragon wondered? Had his cock always had such massive cum factories beneath his shaft, rolling and churning with such need?

"Ah...ah..."

He groaned, trying to shake his head through the pleasure already coursing through him, but it was hard. So hard. He was supposed to be responsible for the harem, supposed to be there to protect them from interference from the outside. He was -

You're supposed to enjoy yourself...enjoy this lion...enjoy his size, his assets, his perfection...

And it was very hard to think of doing anything else as the lion pushed his ass back. Those huge soles were pushing the dragon's balls up further, making them feel so...so good.

Were they always so...so sensitive?

They must have been, surely. Maybe Engy had helped them get more sensitive with something in the food? Yes, that made some sort of sense, he supposed, but even so -

"Ah...ah..."

He felt that ass pressing down, the lion's feet lifting his cock and holding it in place, those cheeks parting slightly. They wobbled as they did, heavier, thicker, wider than they had been before. He knew that they had to be growing, knew that it wasn't coming from him, but the more that they wobbled and jiggled along the sides of his cock, the more that he enjoyed it. The constant pleasure, the rolling need that they provoked, left him gripping the arms of his throne all the harder.

"Mmmph...ah..."

"Master...Master wants inside, hmm?"

"Mmmph..."

"Mmm, Master feels even bigger."

But he wasn't...was he?

Even if you were, would it matter?

Draconicon looked down. His feet were so big that they were sprawled out to the sides, monuments that kept him chained to his throne from their massive state. They were like scaly idols, person-sized almost, that were weights that kept him from leaving his throne. Fyacin's own massive soles lifted his balls, bigger than bowling balls -

Massive balls for a powerful dragon...

Very powerful. He was...very powerful.

And dragons...should be worshiped like gods...

Yes...like gods...

His cock swelled, and he swore that it somehow got bigger, but he wasn't using his power, and there was nothing else in the room with the sort of magic that could have pulled that off, but for a moment, it had seemed too small to actually reach the lion's hole. Then, it was between the cheeks, and he felt the familiar gripping and squeezing that always came from Fyacin's ass.

"Mmmph..."

"Oh, Master..."

The feline's whisper was sensual, so sensual, and the dragon forgot again what the problem was. He just submitted to the pleasure, allowing himself to sink further into the debauchery once more.

#

The demon shook her head, breathing slowly as she forced herself to relax. That had been close; far too close, for her tastes, but at least she'd managed to stop it before the spell could snap and leave the dragon exposed to the reality of her gifts.

He's smarter than I thought...

It galled her to whisper praise to the enemy of her species, but at least it had worked. She knew it would; dragons were vulnerable to praise in a way that few other species were. Even the 'humble' ones were keen to believe that they were powerful beyond measure, that they deserved the sorts of gifts that anyone else would look twice at. This one was no different, though he had various other...things...that she hadn't seen in a dragon before.

Little Ailsa could do things with this one...quite a few things.

After all, when someone wanted to fall, to be pushed, and kept opening the doors for it, it was only a matter of time before someone took advantage of it. The demon had felt the dragon's pleasure when he realized that she was on the cusp of breaking him, that someone had managed to get through his defenses. He wanted this, even if he couldn't actually admit it. He needed someone to push him.

But that was enough of him for the moment. It was time to go back to her other focus. The pangolin. She turned the cauldron back to the other woman, trying to calm herself down and focus on ensuring that her gifts to her granddaughter were going well.

As Isabella continued to shiver and shake, grinding her ass cheeks back against the desk and all but fucking herself on the knotted bit of wood that was no longer enough to reach through her cheeks - she was sure that it had, once, but surely that was impossible with their difference in size - the orca tried to keep order with the line of petitioners. He was trying to keep them focused on saying what they'd come for, giving him the information that he needed to send them either out to the real place to file their complaint, or to give them a scheduled time for the dragon's attention, but that was all but useless with her grinding, thrusting, humping. She was sorry, but she couldn't stop.

"Please don't cut the line," the orca said as a vixen stepped forward. "There's a reason for one person at a time."

"Oh, I don't need to complain. I just want to play with her."

"...I guess that's alright."

"Mmmph..." Isabella whimpered.

"Don't worry, dear. I won't take you away from your master..."

Isabella didn't worry about that, considering the way that she knew that she'd need something big to scratch the itch between her cheeks at that moment, but she was more concerned about the rest of the line, and the fact that she'd be showing off to all of them in a moment. The thought of spreading her legs in such a public location was that much more intense as a result, but at the same time, some hints of the shy little pangolin -

Cute little pangolin went the compliment spell.

Some hints of her other side, her part that had been a bit shy about taking the offer to join the harem, were still there. They wanted to keep her legs closed, wanted to keep a bit more proper...

But they were too quiet to stop her.

As the vixen stepped close, she spread her legs, panting. She could feel the pressure of her own lust driving her on, her juices making her silver thighs shimmer. The vixen looked down, and she got a smile on her face that Isabella almost didn't recognize.

"Oooooh, what do these buttons do?"

"Mmmph...make me...make me cum..."

"Mmm, and do they keep going when you hold them down?"

"Y-yes..."

"Then let's see how long you can go. You a squirter, girl?"

"Mmmmph..."

"Let's find out."

It was going well, though a little more out of hand than she had initially planned. The extensive growth spell had been started with the idea that the mortals affected wouldn't be so willing to receive it. Instead, they seemed more than willing to be 'infected' by the power of her magic, getting bigger and bigger, and the spell had fed on itself to become something greater than it had been meant to be.

Even I would struggle with an ass that big...

It was a small drawback, she supposed. The gift was no longer quite so immaculate as it had been, but so long as she was still canny, she could make it into something good for her granddaughter. And then Ailsa could finetune it as she liked. That was part of the gift of corruption; any demon could make what they wanted out of their servants.

She looked through the rest of the tower. The dragon had come close to sliding free of her control, and while she had managed to reestablish it, she knew that her time to play freely was coming to a close. She'd need to do something to make sure that he didn't come for her if he somehow slipped the leash again while she wasn't looking. And the best way to do that, she decided, was to play with the various members of his tower, going through it and changing them so he would have to 'cure' them...if he still wanted to...before coming for her.

The otter.

He would make a good start, someone that was insane and strange enough that there would be no-one that would take what happened to him seriously, but odd enough that he would hold their attention for as long as it took to make other things happen. She extended her power into the cauldron once more, and she touched his hat as she whispered the magical word once more.

"Grow."

As it started to flow over his head, spreading past the bounds of his ears to contain it, she shifted the cauldron's view again, this time to a feminine lizard in a private penthouse. She was in the process of trying on a number of different things, each one fancier than the last, and her ass was jiggling with every little move she made. The demoness tapped it, and set it to growing to rival the pangolin. It wouldn't take long before she was just as wide and thick, and likely trapped in a doorway.

Suitable.

Back and forth through the dragon's tower she sent her gifts, each one meant to grow something. She found a snake and grew his muscles, spreading girth and power through his limbs and core. There was no shock from him, only pleasure as he grew to be the biggest of the big, the strongest of the strong within the tower. She even left him a gift to spread that growth through his touch, so that he might spread the 'infection' of her gift faster so that it wouldn't be so easily rooted out.

She found a vixen in the service to the yellow dragon, and tapped the female on the chest.

"Grow."

As the space-faring vixen started to swell in the chest, the demon stopped to watch, enjoying the show. She had been moving on so fast that she hadn't had the chance to really get into most of the work that she'd done, but this one was a better choice. The vixen had clearly started out well-endowed to begin with, but there was something about putting her into her place, showing her just how big she could get that got to her. The vixen would be well and truly altered by the end of the transformation, putting her properly under Ailsa as a big-breasted bimbo slut.

She will love this. She will.

Or...would she? The demon was starting to wonder. The plan had seemed so good at first, to alter the court of the dragon to be more suitably sexual - and specialized, too, yes - for her little demon. She wanted the granddaughter to see how much fun could be had in breaking down those rules that stood between them and the rest of the world, how much fun it was to just take what they wanted, but with how much chaos she'd created, and the insanity of having to move faster...

No, it wasn't her that was wrong. This was just one more piece of the puzzle.

She let the vixen's breasts grow to a size big enough to threaten her balance before moving on. Everywhere she projected her power, she found someone that could be changed, could be made better, could be improved for her darling little granddaughter.

And, of course, there was the last lesson to be taught: what it meant to defy your elders.

She brought the cauldron's view to the stingray's bedroom, looking in on her, seeing her on her back, watching a cartoon of a cooking show. It would have been almost wholesome if it wasn't for the fact that Ailsa was so busy stroking her pussy with her tail that she was barely paying attention to the show. If one didn't know better, it would be easy to assume that she was just getting off to cooking.

Shaking her head, the demon reached through the cauldron and touched her finger to her granddaughter's chest.

"Grow..."

The End

Summary: The curse continues, striking the newest member of the harem, as well as spreading through quite a few others...but maybe too quickly.

Tags: F/solo, Ass Growth, M/solo, M/M, F/F, Anal, Anal Toy, Exhibitionism, Embarrassment, Nudity, Harem, Series, Growth, Breast Growth, Voyeurism, Demon, Pangolin, Dragon, Orca, Lion,