A Big kobold Friendship (macro)

In a world of modern wonders, smart phones and on-demand television, you live in a fairly traditional town. So traditional that it still has a dragon.

You heard me.

Dragons from ye olde times of yore. They're still not common, and many of them have been living for centuries but they're the power players of cities, the mayors of towns and such. They even have their classic cohorts, the kobolds. Tireless workers in all fields, you've had a lair near your home since you can remember.

This brings you to today; you befriended a kobold girl in service to the local dragon. Cute little thing, almost always working, yet the few hours a week she gets away from work she spends exclusively with you. You've kept her company since she doesn't seem to like hanging out with other kobolds and she's fixed stuff around your house and even built you things; she's a natural with a toolbox and some spare parts. Too bad half of her time is spent mining for the dragon, and she's not the strongest kobold.

Over the months, you’ve become certain she’s in love with you. Despite the fact she’s only 3 1/2 feet tall, she’s got womanly hips and small perky tits on her green scaled form with cute off-gold eyes and you can't say you're against the idea. Were it not for the fact they only breed with other kobolds by dragon rules, and the fact you really only do see her maybe five hours a week because of her gruelling work, you would have started dating her ages ago.

She hates working for the dragon as she’s the kobold the others always blame when things go wrong, which is her main reason for not spending her time hanging out with them. She's the weakest link of the mining team, despite her decent work at building and construction.
She would change dragons, they exchange kobolds frequently as a form of 'networking', but she accidentally confessed one day while half asleep from exhaustion that the only reason she puts up with it because she gets to hang around with you. She blushed, although through her green scales it made her face turn brown, and went quiet when she accidentality said that.

Since then, you started looking for ways to help her. Dragons are a secretive lot so you spend a lot of time chasing baseless rumours on any way of helping a kobold out, be it making them a better worker or whatever. Something, anything...she's really nice and you're kinda hoping it'll be your big in for making things a bit more permanent.

Eventually you come across an image board that you’re certain is inhabited by dragons with a flair for modern tech. As expected they spend most of their time shitposting each other. You lurk for a while, and one horny dragon begs for help getting a waifu.
A responder says they can turn a loyal kobold into one by feeding it gold, jewels; anything with value as gifts. Apparently they digest it and it triggers something that makes them more and more dragonlike. Apparently they can’t actually turn into dragons but it’s close enough, plus they stay loyal. It is considered taboo though.

You think it through, wondering about her job. You know she builds things; furniture, metalwork and more for the dragon and they sell surplus to the town for extortionate prices and you hope making her bigger at least helps her mining efforts and maybe simplifies building larger projects. You immediately look online for places that sell gold dust and shavings. All you can afford. You realise you’ll have to play the long game.

You begin giving your kobold friend treats. It's not unusual; you've cooked for her before and she's always hugged you for your efforts afterwards You’ve taken up baking specifically for this plan and she appreciates the cookies and cupcakes you’ve secretly sprinkled literal gold dust into.

Kobolds don’t chew anything that’s not meat; an old, kill it as you eat it instinct thing from what you've gathered. She just snaps or tears parts off of the baked goods and crumbles the treat into her mouth, gulping it down and ignoring anything that might seem out of place. Strangely, every time she eats your gold laced treats, she hiccups.

Over a month, you begin to see the effects. She’s grown to 4ft tall, her arms and legs are thicker with a bit of muscle, and her hips are wider. She seems largely oblivious to it though. Best part was the time she got embarrassed at how her hips nearly burst out of her overalls when you gave her a big meal and capped it off with a huge cake as you celebrated her hatching day.

She was so grateful for whatever you give her, the sight of a full sized cake made her cry a little. She even felt compelled to devour the thing after offering you a slice, which of course you declined; laced with as much gold as you could fit in there. It's a wonder how she ate it all, but then she is a growing girl you suppose. A huge hiccup and a ripping noise later, and she had to walk home pinching her overalls' sides.

One day, another month later in your home, she’s more upset than normal. She’s nearly five feet tall now and her body is ridiculously curvy.
She tearfully says about how her fellow kobolds have started calling her fat, a waste of resource for having to eat more for her size and even worse, a detriment to the lair; for a race of team players you guess that's one of the worst things you could call a fellow kobold. She's even got herself stuck in a few of the narrower caves. It’s slowing her down and the taunting is almost constant.

She twiddles her clawed hands and looks at the floor before finally saying she has no choice but to move away because she can’t take the bullying anymore. There's a moment of silence before she looks at your eyes.

She suddenly throws herself into your arms and finally confesses she loves you, and she’ll find a way to keep in contact no matter what happens.
You ask how long she’ll be working here still.
She’s got two weeks before she leaves, probably forever.
You realise you've forced this on her and feel deeply guilty that you’ve done, but while you’re distracted with your thoughts, she pulls your head to hers and plunges her long tongue into your mouth.

You go wide eyed as her tongue almost reached the back of your throat, but begin frenching her back as best you can. Your hands roam under her overburdened work overalls and you feel her fine scaled underbelly, toned and firm. Then your hands creep up and get a literal handful of her outstanding tits. Why does a lizard have tits, let alone this big? It's magic however you slice it.

As you make out, and begin undressing each other in a slow, heated journey to your bedroom, you realise that you’ve got to do something...tomorrow. Starting tomorrow, you'll find a way to get her to stay.
Right now she strips down naked and climbs onto your dick. She's ravenous; she's grown so much she can take you in full and you both rut like a pair of animals. Apparently kobolds have a slow build to their arousal, because you have to take several calming periods while hers seems set and never seems to drop. You refuse to cum before she does, because goddamn she's worth it.

Eventually, you see her eyes start losing focus and her face has gone that brown shade again; you've finally got her at the apex. You flip her onto her back and begin pounding her as hard as possible. Her frantic gasps soon rise into a crescendo before she screams. You feel your dick get smothered in her juices and you grunt into an orgasm of your own.

You spend the whole night fucking, kissing and sleeping in each other’s arms until you recover enough for another go. After several romps, she's finally sated and falls asleep on your chest. For the first time since you’ve met her, she seems so at ease, sighing and resting her head against your chest.
But by morning, she’s back at work. You decide to get to work too.

Using your guilt as well as your dick as a guide, you call in every damn favour you can think of. You sell everything; your possessions, your home, you get yourself fired and convince them due to you being homeless to give you your severance in the two week time-frame. With every last penny in place, you head into the richest jewellers you know and buy then most expensive item you can afford. A platinum diamond ring studded with other gems that's five figures.
You stare at it and realise it’s your kobold friends’ last day. It’s now or never.

You had to sleep rough the last two days, and you realise you’re not going to be able to sneak this one into her mouth either, not without her knowing. You’re also worried about this last meeting. If you fail, you’ve lost her and while you can sell back the ring, you’ll still be starting life from from scratch. Even worse, there’ll be a big, curvy kobold shaped hole in you with her absence.
Even then, if you get her to swallow it, you don’t even know what will happen. Goddamn love and it's irrationality.

She looks awful as you turn up near her dragon boss' lair. You doubt she’s slept. As soon as she spots you near her current dragon’s lair, she bursts into tears and runs to you. As you embrace, you cautiously slide the ring into your mouth.. Then as you turn to look each other in the eyes, you kiss her. You spit the ring into her mouth and her eyes go wide.

You grab her snout to keep her mouth shut and desperately hold her head up. She gags and writhes about, trying to push you off of her. She finally gulps.
You immediately begin apologising profusely.
She asks the poignant and philosophical question of what the actual fuck you just did.

You come clean about the gold laced food, about trying to make her bigger so she wouldn’t be bullied and could work harder in the mines. You finally apologise for making things worse.
She looks deeply confused and almost betrayed. Then her stomach makes a weird rumble.
You lastly confess you bought a diamond ring for her and it’s cost you everything. You sheepishly ask if you could classify it as a proposal?
Her eyes go wider and she presses her hands on her flat belly. You notice her eyes have literally started glowing.

She responds in a panicky tone that everyone knows about the kobold gift thing. The value of the item is important, but the value the gift is amplified by the intent... the sacrifice it represents. It’s why dragons are so miserly and almost never give anything. It’s why kobolds can’t just go stealing gold and eating it to make themselves bigger, and why they're generally told to hang around with their own kind.
Her stomach growls again. She shivers. The reality sets in.
You just gave her an expensive ring, and told her it cost you almost everything.
She hiccups loudly.

In one violent spurt, she bursts through her clothes. She clutches her stomach and slowly rises to her feet. You help her up and she tearfully cries out she still loves you as she passes your height. She forces her tongue into your mouth and you give her a hug as she starts outgrowing your ability to hold her. The sounds of her belly are weird, like it’s boiling.

Her tits bulge and brush against your face, and your soon staring into her well hewn abs. Then her glistening lips. Then you can see behind her through the gap between her ridiculously thick thighs and chunky tail.
The continued sound of her rumbling belly merges with the ominous sound of the ground beginning to shake as she continues to grow, looking down at you with shining eyes. She grabs you and plunges you in between her mountainous tits.

The feel of her softer underbelly and tit scales stretching against you. The mountain lair falling below, the now visible rooftops of the town a short distance away; all you can think is money well spent.

You think you hear her say something but the sound her growling gut makes is blocking it. She starts walking, the ground cracking under her feet. She pauses briefly as another spurt interrupts her slower growth. She’s over fifty feet tall at this point and it's not slowing.
She reaches the main lair entrance, stamps her foot and this time you hear her.
She’s just challenged the dragon to ownership of the lair. Kobolds leave the entrance and stare up in understandable shock.

The big, forty foot long winged drake roars and moves to leave the cave in a rage, but stops dead as he does.
He looks up, briefly meeting your smug stare before his eyes finally meet that of your eighty foot tall kobold lover.
She loudly proclaims herself leader, and raw pride makes the dragon lunge skyward, aiming at the still growing kobolds face.
It’s not much of a fight. Just as well as even the act of her pimp slapping the dragon against the mountainside almost makes you fall through her cleavage.

The idiot doesn’t stop. His wings broken, he claws at her legs and she lifts one foot and stomps with it, making him draw still but you can see he's breathing despite the loud crack the impact made.
You look up at her eyes and see they’ve stopped glowing. Her body shudders to a halt, leaving her two hundred and fifty feet tall.
Her eyes also look... hungry. Predatory. She plucks you from her cleavage and places you on her shoulder, then bends down, picking up the dragon.
She gives an evil grin, opens her cavernous mouth, and crams the still alive dragon in. Her jaw unhinges and with a number of gulps, the dragon slowly disappears down her bulging throat and gives her a sizeable food-baby.

Her jaw clicks back in place and she rubs her distended, moving swell. She gives a hearty belch, spewing fire into the air. She giggles and excuses herself as the slow writhing motions cease, only to be interrupted as two huge wings sprout from her back.
She looks below to the kobolds and orders the expansion of HER lair. They bow and dash inside to get to work.

A few months later and you're sitting on the arm-rest of a huge, stone throne beside your kobold lover. You're the personal plaything of the Queen of the Kobolds, and towns from further and further away are being forced to obey her commands. Other dragons have tried to usurp, but they got themselves crushed or eaten too.

Now, you watch your queen order people about. She's fair but brokers no betrayal, unifying the kobolds of the late 'rival' dragons and making them work with the humans instead of apart from them. She even punctuates her decree standing with you in her hand, stomping right up to the audience and giving you a slightly uncomfortable squeeze in sight of the on-lookers. She licks her sharp teeth and says she expects results.

With the gathered audience turned away she stands and flaps her wings to take flight. The throne is carved into the mountainside above her old master's lair with the entrance at the base. She leads you to another location on the other side of the mountain though; a flat plateau with a large cave dug through. It's high up and nobody goes there.

She crouches down and heads inside. You're gently placed on the ground. Out of sight of the public, she immediately asks for forgiveness for the rough treatment; she's well aware of how dragons need to be feared in public, and a giant kobold is no different. She's still your tiny friend through and through...just vastly bigger. She also has a growing network of dragons who know better than to question someone who's five times their size, and she proceeds to make good on what these connections can do; magic artifacts.

She walks up to a bizarre device that looks like a combination of a crystal ball and a vending machine. She places her hand on it and it glows, as do her eyes. After a few moments, the crystal flashes and a rather distinct ring pops out; a platinum and diamond ring with smaller cut stones. She shivers and shrinks back down...mostly.

You're quickly hugged into the cavernous cleavage of your eight foot tall, super curvy, amazonian, winged and fire breathing kobold, who puts you down and moves over to the dispensed ring. As soon as she touches it, a light glow surrounds it and it grows in size. She places it on her finger. You look at the one on your own; a lot less exciting but she made it herself from the gold you fed her and she used the machine to extract.

You suppose that makes you king of the kobolds....prince consort of the kobolds? Doesn't matter; she's the boss, as evidenced by how she bridal carries you to her bedroom. She only slightly promises not to eat her ring midway so you have to speed-fuck her before she gets too big.
It's going to be an exhausting night.

The end.