Malldragons

The pair of dragons made their way to the store confidently, striding down the sidewalk shoulder to shoulder. Most people struggled to scoot around the draconic walls of green and red. Strolling side by side meant that together they filled most of the room on the sidewalk. That suited Dragonien and Thunder just fine though. Drago especially, as he spent the time teasing some of the smaller folk with a tail sway or a sly wink if he caught someone staring a little too long. Thunder was less interested in that, focusing instead on getting to the mall. Dragonien made the invitation a few days back to go spend a day at the mall and, in his own words, “see what sort of shenanigans they could get up to.” Shenanigans wasn’t the word Thunder expected to use to describe what would happen. If anything, that meant messing with small folks and seeing how much they could get away with.

At their size, they could get away with plenty. The dragons sat at nearly 8 and a half feet tall to loom easily over everyone. Dragonien chose to wear a revealing blue and black jacket and tight leather pants, practically form fitting. His claws tapped on the pavement with each step; his paw gloves didn’t cover his toes. He dressed to kill and to tease. As much as Dragonien used his size and looks to his advantage, Thunder was a little more reserved. He wore clothes suitable for a gardener, a leather vest, jeans, fingerless gloves and a bright green, magic crystal around his neck.

Most people only paid attention to their size though.

“Hey Thunder, aren’t you going to do anything? Already noticed some people taking a second look at you,” Drago asked.

“Nah, maybe later. Just looking forward to exploring the mall for now,” Thunder said, rolling his shoulders. The plant-dragon took up more space across the sidewalk with his bulk than the svelte red dragon, accidentally nudging his friend with his shoulder movement.

Dragonien placed an arm around Thunder. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of chances in the mall to play around. Let’s have some fun and let loose a little, alright?” The big red dragon practically led his friend inside, past the doors to the sprawling mall.

The plant-dragon would’ve answered but was distracted when he felt something bump into the top of his head. He ducked a few inches and rubbed at his horns. “What the…?” he muttered, looking behind. A small dent and cracks had appeared in the top of the mall’s doorways. It looked just barely tall enough to fit them; Drago hadn’t said anything about hitting it, but his horns added a few extra inches of height.

The dragons paused to look at the doors before grinning at each other. This place wasn’t made for anyone their size at all. Maybe this could lead to more fun than originally expected. Dragonien walked up to the doorway and stood on his tiptoes, just enough so he was eye level with the entrance. Pitifully small compared to the 8 foot behemoths.

“We’re gonna have so much fun dude,” he said, returning to pull at Thunder’s arm. Drago bounded forward and Thunder tried to keep pace. Their movement shook the ground slightly as other shoppers stopped to stare. Thunder wanted to stop and ask Drago where they were going but he didn’t get a chance. His friend darted between crowds of people that barely came up to the bottom of their pecs. A few unfortunate people were knocked aside by their swinging tails.

When Thunder saw the name of the store Drago was dragging him to, he understood exactly why this was their first stop. The Big And Tall clothing store. Perfect. Luckily these stores had wide open fronts rather than doorways, which meant they could fit inside easily.

“Welcome to Big and Tall. My name is Thomas, how can I… help you…?” the ferret sales clerk said from behind the cash register, trailing off toward the end. He looked up at the grinning faces, slinking back instinctually at the enormous, draconic customers. He’d worked at this store for several years and was used to all sorts of people. But this was ridiculous.

Drago assumed he’d take the lead toying with the ferret, but Thunder pushed past to approach the cash register. “Big and Tall? Perfect. Think you have something that could fit us?” Thunder said, bending down to lean on the counter. His arm, thick with muscle toned from years of garden work, covered most of the space on the counter between him and the ferret. The little mustelid seemed cowed and Thunder couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw the brown face turn a shade of red.

“W-Well, we serve all sorts here. And you definitely qualify as… big and tall. Sir,” the ferret said, scooting out onto the sales floor. “If you’ll just follow me I’ll see what we have in the back.” Thunder followed obediently but Dragonien hadn’t waited for permission. He was already perusing the racks of clothing. The store stocked every sort of clothing imaginable from casual to formal, pants and shirts and jackets, underwear and socks. Everything seemed pathetically small though. He picked up shirt after shirt, holding each of them up to his torso to check. None of them seemed even close to fitting. That didn’t bother him too much; he enjoyed seeing just what passed for big compared to the black and blue jacket stretched over his chest. The dragon scoffed. Some ‘big and tall’ store.

A few minutes of searching later Drago was sure he’d found the largest shirt in the store: A dress shirt in green with thin white stripes, almost plaid. Even this was too small though. Close, but not quite. A devious idea lodged itself into the dragon’s brain. Checking the rest of the store to be sure he was alone, he pulled his jacket off and forced his way into the dress shirt. He was only naked from the waist up for a moment. It took some effort to make sure the buttons pulled into place. They looked ready to pop at any second. Red skin peeked between the spots the buttons desperately clung to. The top button didn’t come together at all; the dragon’s neck was simply too thick. The sleeves were pulled tight against his toned arms, and the barest hint of his waist appeared under the bottom of the shirt. Dragonien looked over himself with a wide smile. Time to set the stage.

When Thunder returned to the store front with a small ferret swooping behind, he could immediately tell what his friend was plotting. He walked to the side and leaned against a wall to give the ferret a complete view. Better to let Dragonien have the fun than try to stop him. The ferret swooped ahead, carrying several pieces of clothing on his arms. It almost looked too heavy for the little mustelid, clearly not sporting the body type for lifting. He stopped when he saw the red skinned customer standing in front.

“Oh, sir, we normally ask that you wait for a dressing room before trying on new clothing. Could you please take that off and return it to me?” the ferret asked.

He smiled impishly and walked forward. “Of course, sorry ‘bout that. Just wanted to try something on. Seems a little too tight for me though,” Dragonien said. Accentuating his point, the dragon brought both arms up into a double bicep flex on the word ‘tight.’ Even with his slender build his biceps and triceps ripped through the seams. The movement of his shoulders upward was more than the shirt could take. Several buttons flew off and the sleeves of his arms ripped from hand to shoulder. Drago tried to unbutton the rest of his shirt but just touching them caused them to fly off with a ping. Mustering his best innocent face, Drago looked down at the ferret and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Oops. Guess it was just too small. Got anything bigger?”

If the ferret had anything to say before, it was certainly gone now. His words died on his lips. Both hands immediately went down to his crotch to cover up his arousal. “S-Sir, please don’t… do that. You haven’t paid for anything yet,” he stammered. Thunder picked up on the cute little ferret’s hesitation and strode forward to grab a shirt of his own. Removing his vest took practically no time normally but Thunder decided to take his time with it, letting his fingers linger on his pecs and abs. The sales clerk’s tail bushed out completely.

“Let me give it a try then. Maybe there’s something that will fit me,” Thunder rumbled. He dropped his vest on top of the ferret, covering the employee’s head and most of his torso with the fabric. It was comical the way it looked almost like a blanket compared to the slinky sales clerk. Thunder didn’t even get to the point of putting the buttons together; the sleeves ripped entirely when he pushed his arms through. The extra muscle mass made these dress shirts completely unwearable.

The plant dragon tutted. “I wasn’t looking for another vest. Too bad, guess none of these shirts are going to fit if this is the biggest they have.”

“Maybe we should try some pants on too instead. Could be fun to rip our way out of those and into our underwear,” Dragonien teased. During Thunder’s dressing the devious dragon snuck behind the ferret and slowly pushed him forward. Closer, closer, until the mustlid was sandwiched between a pair of green and red chests barely clothed with tattered rags.

“S-SIR, please this is… mmmph… really hot. I mean, unprofessional! I… I…” the ferret said, squirming against their abs and inadvertently against their crotches as well.

The dragons spent the next several minutes flexing their way out of clothes. Each time they did the ferret was forced to rush back to storage and bring out anything larger he could find. Thunder ripped the sleeves off a t-shirt, threw it to the top of a small pile of clothes, and sighed. The game couldn’t last for much longer though; teasing the poor mustelid this way would get boring soon and there couldn’t be many more shirts left.

With a prod to Dragonien’s side he said, “This isn’t really fun anymore. Wanna try something else on instead?”

Dragonien was just about to try another shirt, pausing with only one sleeve on. “You have a better idea dude?”

“Hey little guy, you have shoes at this place too?” Thunder asked. The ferret took a second to answer though. He’d become distracted by the noodle dragon’s pecs and abs without even realizing it. Blinking once the sales clerk refocused.

“Huh?” he said.

“Shoes. Do you have any here? Or do we need to go find a Foot Locker or something?”

The repeated question got the ferret’s attention, standing up straighter suddenly. “Oh! Shoes. Uhh yes we do have that. What size do you wear sir?”

Thunder grinned and told the worker his size. But he didn’t say the correct size. He purposely underestimated, just to see what would happen when the ferret brought back his clothing. It only took a few minutes for their slinky helper to return and by then Thunder had his old clothes back on. They walked over to a small bench for Thunder to sit. The wooden bench creaked and cracked uneasily, but it held up for now. He reached out to take the shoes from the shaking mustelid’s hands, wanting to try them on before this seat inevitably collapsed.

Grunting, Thunder tried to force his foot into the obviously too small tennis shoe. The rubber and fabric sides swelled outward as green toes and thick soles pushed forward until finally there was no way to go further. Thunder looked up at the blushing mustelid and pointed down to his foot as if to say ‘a little help please.’ With a quiet dook, the ferret got down on his knees and used both his hands to push on the shoe. With the both of them forcing down they finally got his toes into the end of the shoe… only for his claws to flex and tear straight out the end. His heel wasn’t even inside yet. Several inches left of foot hung out over the back of the shoe.

“Oops,” he said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. “Maybe I need something larger?”

“Ahh. W-Well that’s unfortunate. Let’s see what size shoe you need,” the ferret mumbled, pulling out the shoe measuring tool. He carefully set the metal device under Thunder’s foot and found it would be completely useless. Thunder’s foot covered the whole thing, with plenty of wiggle room out in front for his toes. “Oh,” the mustelid deadpanned. The green dragon grinned and pulled his paw up into the air, pushing it gently into the ferret’s chest. It covered all the way from his torso up to his chin, where his wiggling toes tickled the underside of it.

“You could probably just measure it against yourself instead. Just bring back some shoes that cover most of your body,” Thunder teased. The ferret’s face turned a deep shade of red before he scampered away with the broken shoe in tow, returning with a pair of shoes that looked like he was struggling to carry.

Before he could try to help put on the next pair of shoes though, a large red sole pushed into the ferret’s face. There wasn’t any subtlety to it. The soft but strong leathery pads smooshed into his cheek, while Dragonien’s toes curled easily over the top of the mustelid’s head as if to claim it. Dragonien took a seat right next to Thunder while the ferret was away, apparently ready to find shoes as well.

“You’ve gotta help me next little guy. I wanna find some sandals that will keep these feet in check,” the dragon declared. He released the sales clerk’s head and crossed his legs, one enormous red foot resting over the other. Drago watched with a sly grin as the flustered mustelid put the shoes down and pulled out a pair of sandals that he’d chosen while the ferret was away. He watched enough by now to know that the ferret was easily embarrassed when he was turned on. The perfect teasing subject.

Both of Drago’s heels rested on the floor, and the ferret placed both sandals on his feet. At least, he tried to. The rubber bottomed sandals hung off the ends of his toes; the back end of them didn’t reach down to his heels either. They looked a bit like an adult trying to wear their child’s flip flops. Dragonien prepared to make a teasing comment but was cut off by the sound of cracks emanating from the bench he and Thunder were seated on. With a thud that shook the Big and Tall store’s foundation, both titanic dragons flopped to the floor in a pile of splintered wood that used to be their bench.

“This place really isn’t meant for people as large as us,” Thunder mused.

“Nope. Not at all. We should go somewhere else. Somewhere better equipped for dragons our size,” Dragonien agreed, standing up to dust himself off. With their original shoes and clothes back on, the draconic duo walked back into the mall, searching for any other trouble to get into. The ferret they left behind was far too flustered by the whole experience to do anything to stop them. This would probably come out of his pay check…

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“Hey Dragonien. You getting hungry?” Thunder asked, pulling one side of the hot towel off his face. Drago didn’t say anything but his stomach growled loudly. The manicurist and pedicurist taking care of the 8 foot tall dragon stopped, momentarily surprised, before getting right back to work on their customer’s plus sized feet and hands. Who would’ve guessed that a mall like this would have a spa capable of handling people up to or beyond their size? It was a great find, but after a whole day of exploring and now relaxing Dragonien had to admit he was famished. Dinner time.

“Yeah, there’s a food court nearby that we can go to,” the red dragon said, toes curling when the pumice stone pressed into his foot to remove calluses. It felt heavenly. He didn’t want to leave the pedicure before his treatment was totally finished but his stomach was insistent. The comparatively tiny furs backed up when Drago roused, pulling a warm towel off his shoulders and standing up. Thunder followed suit, letting the small mouse finish cleaning up his nails with a file first. It took much longer than usual for the workers to take care of feet and hands that could easily cover their chests or more.

After paying the pair entered the food court, looking around at all the options. Thunder wasted no time heading to get something from a Chinese restaurant while Drago went for the more traditional fare of pizza. It started innocently enough, both of them coming back with a lot of food but not an overwhelming amount. Thunder picked up two trays of General Tso’s and Sweet And Sour chicken, while Dragonien returned with half a pepperoni pizza. Plenty of food for extra-large dragons. Thankfully there were booths available for sitting rather than pitifully tiny chairs. Each dragon took up an entire side, turned slightly at an angle to cover the whole booth with their legs because there wasn’t enough room under the table for them.

This lasted for only a few minutes though. Dragonien finished off his food and got up to pick up even more. “Hey,” he said over his shoulder. “Bet I can clear out this pizza place. Clothing store couldn’t handle us, these restaurants probably can’t either.” Thunder raised an eyebrow. That sounded like a challenge. And the food surrounding the court did smell delicious. Meals from all different cultures meshed in the air, forming a blanket of scents that tempted the dragon. Well, his first plates of food hadn’t filled him up all the way. More food wouldn’t hurt.

They picked up a second course from the same stores and chowed down. Then, a third course. By this time the workers at the restaurants were concerned. The dragons came back a little fuller each time, but still determined to keep eating. Each return trip saw them piling even more ridiculous amounts of food onto their plates. Thunder’s vest rode up slightly over his green skin, and that was only after he’d taken the time to loosen his belt by a notch. Dragonien’s clothing suffered considerably more, as his outfit was meant to be form fitting. He left his jacket totally unzipped by the time he made it to his fourth whole pizza. Their stomachs gurgled noisily but it was hard to tell if that was due to their gorging, or if they were still hungry. By the time they went up for a sixth trip they were determined to just ask for as much food as the workers could possibly provide. Their food trays were a mess, covered with empty plates, pizza crust, and the remnants of rice and chow mein.

“We’re gonna need to work out to get rid of all this belly fat,” Thunder grumbled between pulling pieces of chicken to his mouth with chopsticks.

“Ahh don’t worry so much, just enjoy it. The extra weight looks good on you anyway,” Dragonien replied with a wink. He reached under the table to heft his gut, planting it on top of the table with a heavy thud. The table shook slightly and tilted back toward the red dragon. Thunder’s eyes widened; this wasn’t what Dragonien usually indulged in. Most likely his red companion was doing this to torment him. Drago wasn’t finished there though. Picking up his 8th pizza so far, the dragon folded the entire thing in half and started to eat it like a taco. Held aloft in both hands he munched with abandon, finishing it in seconds before picking up another pizza to do the same. His stomach visibly bloated with each bite, scooting forward to take up more of the space on the table.

“What do you think Thunder?” Dragonien asked with a knowing smile. He already knew that Thunder wouldn’t mind the look one bit.

He didn’t expect Thunder to start pushing the pizza he held into his muzzle though.

Thunder scooted forward against the table, with one hand on his friend’s belly and the other on the pizza. Dragonien scowled but didn’t make any attempts to stop him. This was more aggressive than he was used to seeing from Thunder after all; he wanted to see this through, how far he was willing to go. That turned out to be very far indeed. Once Thunder was finished pushing that pizza into his face, the plant dragon brought the rest of his General Tso’s up and began pressing insistently at the dragon’s lips with bits of chicken. Obediently, for now, he chewed and swallowed each piece placed in front of him. His leather pants were a mess now, buttons popped open and wide flaps of weight from his hips spilling out onto his thighs. When it was all done the table in front of them was covered with green and red. Mostly red though.

“That was interesting,” Dragonien said, placing a hand on his gut right next to Thunder’s palm. Thunder nodded and leaned back again, watching as Drago tested out his new mass with slight belly wobbles. He didn’t say anything to his now heavyset friend; the feeling of forcing something on someone wasn’t as familiar to him, and so he wasn’t sure what to say. There was a sudden rush of energy when he’d leaned forward to force Drago to eat his food too. Some deeper part of him that he didn’t bring out often that was more forceful, aggressive, strong.

It did feel pretty good to take control.

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A large space around the bar top cleared out around the two dragons, filling and even overfilling their stools. The mall’s small pub didn’t have much room in the first place so to have two dragons their sizes come in was quite the event. Small stacks of empty glasses and beer cans littered the space around them. A mouse bartender ran back and forth from the rest of his customers and the draconic duo. He didn’t want to neglect most of his customers, but these two were drinking heavily enough that he figured a huge tip was coming. Thanks to that, Drago and Thunder were never short on drinks. It was beginning to show as well. Their talk became more boisterous as the evening wore on.

“Excuse me, sir,” a voice from behind said, tapping on Dragonien’s shoulder. He turned around to see a husky, built like a wall and while not quite as tall as either of them still taller than the average person. He wore a blue polo with a small, sewn-on patch emblazoned with ‘SECURITY.’ He cleared his throat before continuing, “You’re beginning to disrupt the other patrons. Could you please follow me outside?”

Being completely drunk now, Dragonien was in a much more cooperative mood. Turned out that drinking made him quite happy and giggly. Every story Thunder told for the past half hour was the funniest story he’d ever heard, and the bar tender was ‘the best guy ever.’ The red skinned dragon scooted off his chair, feet landing with a THUMP. The movement forward nearly threw him off balance thanks to all the extra weight sitting at his tum and the alcohol flowing in his veins. The canine security guard took a tentative step backward, but stopped when he saw the dragon recover and stand up.

Thunder, however, was not as keen on leaving. “Sorry man, but I just bought a whole new glass. Let me finish it first,” he said before tilting the glass back in his mouth to suck at the delicious beer.

“No no, just put the glass down and come outside,” the guard insisted. He reached up to grab Thunder’s wrist and tried to pull the glass back to the counter top. Almost instantly he knew he’d made a mistake though. The small green crystal at Thunder’s neck glowed dimly with an eerie light as he turned his head to look down at the husky. He chugged the rest of his beer and burped. Closing his eyes the plant dragon flopped forward to his feet and tried to stumble out the doors. Maybe if he could just get out of the pub he could cool down. No need to fly off the handle.

“Made a mess of everything in the mall and now he’s belligerent and drunk. I’m not paid enough for this,” the husky mumbled, but not quiet enough that Thunder couldn’t hear. Stay calm… don’t do anything rash… “Giant freaks.”

No more nice dragon. Whipping around he grabbed the smaller security guard in a bear hug. Now his necklace was a bright green, almost like a fresh glow stick. It was hard to notice the slight growth in Thunder’s height unless you already knew just what the dragon’s necklace could do. Dragonien’s tail wagged just a bit. This could be interesting.

The canine guard’s eyes darted left and right, while his ears folded back against his head. This was far above his pay grade. The monstrous dragon in front of him seemed even taller than before, far larger than anyone he’d tried to bounce before. No matter how he struggled there was no escaping those telephone-pole sized arms. Thunder licked his lips when an evil thought came to him. He was still hungry. All that food went to Dragonien earlier but now he was drunk and much hungrier. This jerk was trying to kick them out. Such a small guard. He looked a bit like the perfect snack.

Thunder lifted the would-be bouncer and started to eat him, feet first. He’d learned from his very few experiences with the subject that it was better to go feet first to remove the possibility of them kicking while eating the rest. The arms were easier to handle; he’d gained nearly a full foot in height thanks to letting his necklace’s energy wash over him, so he only needed to use both hands to hold the husky’s arms at his sides. Thunder didn’t waste much time trying to enjoy the squirming movement in his throat, or savoring the taste of the canine. He just wanted a meal and for the guard to get out of his face. Two birds with one stone.

As the guard slipped down his warm, wet esophagus Thunder could feel that body start to pool in his gut. Once his whimpering face was pushed down his mouth with a heavy gulp the force of gravity took over and his stomach expanded dramatically. Holding an entire person inside expanded the limits of his torso, popping the buttons off his vest instantly. Dull movements inside his stomach felt fairly strange, but also warm as the residual heat from his meal radiated outward to mix with the hot alcohol.

“You ate him,” Dragonien said.

“Yeah? He was being an ass. Totally deserved it. Take your seat again; we can still finish some drinks before it’s time to leave,” Thunder mumbled, sitting grumpily at his stool again. He had to sit far, far back from the counter now though as his squirming belly pressed into the bar.

“How about you come home with me tonight instead? I’ll buy some more booze. We can talk more about your… hunger,” Drago offered, an arm around Thunder’s shoulder. He got his face close enough to the plant dragon’s ear for him to whisper. “You can just grab any more snacks you see on the way home too. You said the weight looks good on me, but I think the aggression looks far better on you.”