David stroked a few layers of tissue over his half-hard shaft after blowing his load, at first unable to recognize the difference between the pleasurable warmth of his brief afterglow and the spreading, tingling warmth of the amulet’s magic. He faltered after a few moments, hand frozen upon his cock as that warmth spread throughout his body. He let out a soft moan, a drawn-out vocalization that blended pleasure with a growing sense of confusion and fear.
Although the spreading sensation was decidedly foreign, the cobalt drake couldn’t help but focus on it, and even enjoy the spreading warmth. He moaned louder, his erection stiffening once more. He tossed the balled-up wad of tissues away and gripped his shaft, panting softly as he stroked himself slowly. Just as he started getting back into a rhythm he noticed another sensation.
He let out a soft growl and shifted his weight forward, feeling the flesh of his back digging into the rough fabric on his years-old office chair. He turned to stare at it for a moment, confused enough to lose all sense of arousal.
“What the hell….”
He yelped when he felt his chair suddenly give way, the adjustable-height chair sinking down suddenly to its lowest setting. David growled and got to his feet, kicking the chair across the room, “Old piece of junk…” His tail lashed back and forth, the drake more than a bit agitated at having had his second round of pleasuring interrupted by a failed chair.
And that warm feeling was completely gone! Damn that old chair. David leaned against his desk, his hand moving to prop himself against the firm surface. Half a second later he nearly fell over, having misjudged the distance he’d have to lean to have a hand against the desk while standing. It was as if his desk had been lowered…
“Is everything going wrong in my room!?”
David, completely fed up, was just about to collapse on his bed and call it a night, after having his arousal interrupted. But just as he started to let himself fall back onto the bed, a loud cry came from the other room.
“David! I’ve got a problem!!”
Tyler had been sitting in his office chair, browsing – not unlike David had been – for “interesting” material. Completely naked and aroused, he’d started stroking himself to a particularly raunchy picture of two dragonesses fooling around with a toy. But he’d hardly had a minute with the picture before some new, more alarming signal interrupted his stroke-session. The purple drake’s changes were much more rapid than David’s gradual, almost unnoticeable growth. He felt a chilling wave of dizziness overcome him, and before his very eyes he watched his monitor display raise a few inches in front of him, along with the rest of his room.
The half-pint drake leaped to his feet with a start, his little footpaws landing a bit later than he expected. He pushed away from his desk and chair, his tail lashing back and forth in his anxiety. He ran to his doorframe, the most obvious representation of his height in the room. He stared, absolute dumbfounded, at the doorknob. Six inches higher than it should have been. No, that couldn’t be right.
He reached out and gripped it. It felt bigger, somehow. No, he must be hallucinating. The purple drake went to his desk and rummaged through the drawers, finding a tape measure – usually reserved for a few of his “build projects” from engineering classes – and quickly extending it. He panted softly, heart pounding with worry.
Sssshkt. The tape measure went to the floor.
“C’mon…” He muttered, putting a finger level with his head on the tape. He pulled it into view.
“4’7”…No…No…”
He stared with disbelief at the mark beside his clawtip, shaking his head. How could he be 6 inches shorter? He whimpered and threw the tape measure to the ground, practically screaming as he called for his brother, “David! I’ve got a problem!”
David didn’t hesitate to rush to his little brother’s aid. The bond of their brotherly love was oft-tested, but never even close to broken. And when it came to his brother’s health and safety, everything else was thrown aside. He barreled through his door – nearly breaking it in the process – and ran to his brother’s room, still stark naked. He threw open his brother’s door and called out.
“Tyler, what’s wrong!?”
Tyler yelped with surprise when his brother suddenly burst into the room, leaping back an entire foot. He stared up at his towering brother, feeling even smaller than he had before. He was shivering, hardly able to stammer out a sentence to his massive brother.
“I…I…I’ve shrunken!”
David stared at his brother with skepticism, but it didn’t take him long to see that the difference between their heights had grown. “I can’t believe it…But you’re right! How did this happen…”
He stepped forward, not at all concerned that – with their new size difference – his half-hard cock was nearly on level with Tyler’s eyes.
But Tyler did notice. He stared up at his brother, trying not to gaze at that thick shaft in front of him.
“I don’t know, but…wait…”He faltered, remembering that everything else in the room appeared six inches taller. But his brother appeared to be an entire foot taller! He quickly scooped up his tape measure and tossed it up to his towering brother, “Do me a favor and measure your height, will you?”
David looked confused, but caught the tape measure deftly in his fingers. He shook his head as he extended it, “Look Tyler, I know you’re scared, but I don’t know how this is gonna help…”
He quickly completed the measurement, claws holding the mark where it was level with his head. He read the measurement off, “See? 7’9” that’s completely…not…right?” David repeated the measurement, while Tyler groaned beneath him, the little drake already guessing at what had happened.
David stared at the measuring tape once more, laughing weakly, “This can’t be right, how did I get six more inches?”
Tyler growled with frustration, more than a bit impatient and agitated now that he understood what had happened. “It was you! You did something that let you steal my height, and now you’re six inches taller, and I’m more of a shrimp than I was before!”
David snorted and rolled his eyes, tossing the tape measure to the ground, “As if something like that could even-“
“It did happen, don’t deny it!” Tyler shouted, his higher-pitched voice grating a bit on David’s ears. The little drake jabbed a finger at the amulet around his brother’s neck, “That must be the key! Something you did with that amulet, it must be magical!”
The cobalt drake smirked and folded his arms over his chest. He was only slightly concerned with why he’d grown, at this point. To him, it seemed like gaining six inches was a boon for him, and not really much of a bust for his brother, whom he already considered to be a shrimp anyway. He chuckled, “I didn’t do anything with it! I just put it on and, well…” He gestured to his cock, “Stroked one out, you know, normal routine.”
“Then that must be it!” Tyler cried, completely frantic now to figure out what had happened. David raised an eyeridge, the wheels in his head starting to turn now that his brother had greased them with his intriguing ideas.
“What, jerking off gives me more height? Heh, sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me!” He growled playfully and gripped his shaft, stroking it enough to let it harden in his hand, “Maybe we should test your little theory and see if I can add another 6 inches to my height!”
Tyler shook his head, “No no no, we need to take this back to the shop and ask the shopkeeper about it! I don’t want to risk getting shorter, I’m already too short as it is!”
David snorted and thought for a moment. If he had the power to grow, he certainly wanted to use it! But if his brother was so distraught…He might just have to let such a blessing slip through his fingers.
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