Teasing Raz

The first of two tease-stories I wrote to tease my good friend Raz ( https://twitter.com/BaraLucario ) On twitter. Because making my friends squirm is how I show affection <3

This one follows Raz in yet another day of an unusually growing Lucario-morph trying to deal with himself slowly outgrowing his clothes, furniture, and house more and more with each passing day. 

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Teasing Raz

By Dragonien

Waking up, Raz could already feel that it had happened again. He didn't even need to glance at his alarm clock to know that it was still far too early in the morning. The chill in the room had left his toes feeling like ice cubes thanks to his feet having yet again stretched out Beyond the Edge of the mattress and out from underneath his blanket, disrupting his sleep and waking him up early. Raz had barely started to move to get up before he heard the sound of tearing fabric and could feel the girth of his thighs shredding open the legs of his boxer briefs and turning them into an impromptu pair of briefs instead. The fact that certain... parts of him that thankfully wormed their way through the front flap in his sleep was the only thing that had kept his underwear from simply ripping off entirely, or strangling his most sensitive areas and waking him up even earlier.

The mattress let out a loud creak and groan in response to his weight shifting on top of it. He could feel several of the springs in the mattress not extending back up as far as they should have when he raised his weight up off of them. Were Raz to look back at his mattress after leaving it he could clearly see a roughly him-shaped indentation in the mattress where his prodigious weight had permanently bent the springs in. Though Raz was distracted from this realization by the sharp pain he felt in his head when the top of his skull unexpectedly smashed into the ceiling.

Reflexively crouching down to avoid doing so again he rubbed the the sore spot on the top of his head he had just developed. A glance towards the ceiling would reveal a very visual dent in the drywall and he couldn't help but notice that his head had done more damage to the ceiling that it had done to him with his abrupt standing.

At this point he practically had to get down on all fours in order to squeeze through the small bathroom door to get ready for his day. Thankfully the bathroom had a little bit higher ceiling and he could actually stand fully upright inside, even still having a couple of inches of clearance between the tops of his ears and the ceiling. Raz couldn't help but notice as he walked past the mirror to turn on the shower that the top of the mirror didn't even show him up to his neck anymore; his entire body from the upper pectorals and above cut off above the top edge of the mirror thanks to his newly increased height.

The shower took twice as long as it used to since, despite the bathroom’s higher ceilings, the shower head stayed in place at a height for more ‘normal’ sized people. Meaning at his current height the shower head was barely level with the middle of his chest: forcing him to have to crouch down and carefully turn himself around at different angles to eventually wet his entire body. By the time he finished drying himself off, having to use two towels in the process, his stomach was growling loud enough that he dared not ignore it any longer. He didn't even notice as him walked back across the bathroom to leave once more that after his shower the tips of his ears were brushing lightly against the bathroom ceiling... Something they had not done when him had first entered.

Breakfast cleaned out nearly his entire refrigerator as his prodigious body demanded an exponentially increasing amount of food with every passing day. Raz was almost surprised he wasn’t starting to gain a little bit of a gut from how much him had been gorging the last week or so, not really giving much thought to how much fuel his body probably needed to continue building all of this new mass that had been appearing seemingly unprompted. Now that he was finally showered and fed he squeezed his way back into his bedroom only to realize his next conundrum as him glanced over to the pile of ripped clothes that had accumulated in the corner...

Crap. What was he going to wear today?

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It had been pretty embarrassing to have to go out in public in what essentially amounted to a makeshift kilt. Wearing his bed’s comforter wrapped around his waist like a skirt, even then it hung well above his ankles where any normal person could have worn the thing like a full-body cloak. He actually found a shirt to wear, in a sense, at least. One of his button-up t-shirts had still fit as long as he left it unbuttoned. Not that he could have buttoned it up even if he had tried. He had been lucky to get the shirt on at all with only the sleeves shredding apart the moment they even attempted to constrain the overwhelming, muscular mass of his arms. The shirt may have been more like an undersized, unbuttoned vest now but at least felt better than nothing to Raz. 

To say that he was getting a lot of stares by the time him got to the mall would have been a hilarious understatement. Though he couldn't quite tell if he was getting more stares from the fact that he was walking around in improvised clothing: showing off his abs, arms, and chest while wearing a makeshift kilt like some kind of modern-day barbarian, or from the fact that the tallest person he came across on the walk to the mall barely would have been as tall as the bottom of his chest. Thankfully him only passed one cop on the way and while he technically wasn’t indecently exposed there's no possible way he could not be considered suspiciously dressed. His only saving grace was his sheer size seems to intimidate the cop to the point that after the cop had been staring at him for a few seconds and Raz returned the eye contact the cop immediately averted his gaze and turned away, pretending Raz wasn't there.

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The poor fox girl at the Big and Tall store nearly had a heart attack when she saw his hand grip the underside of the door frame to the store and watched him have to crouch down to squeeze underneath it. She had been so kind and helpful before when he had visited a few days ago, even if she had clearly been a bit intimidated by his size. Now she looked like a frantic rabbit cornered by a wolf as she stared up at him, not missing the fact that the tips of Raz’s ears now grazed the hanging light fixtures in the two-story clothing store. Not only has she helped him find clothes that fit his enlarged frame she had even, at his urging, dug around in the back for something a little bigger so that him had something to grow into... although when he had told her that he expected to grow into them she had been thinking maybe in a year or two, not in a matter of days. And now he stood before her, not only having grown into them but having outgrown them and clearly needing something bigger.

When she finally regained her composure, she nervously stammered a request for him to sit and wait. That didn't go well as, within seconds of him sitting down on the large bench he had previously sat on for her to take some measurements, the polished wood snapped in half under his prodigious bulk and the bench crumbled like plywood beneath him. His stammering, nervous apology mollified her a little bit but she still looked ready to bolt at a moment's notice. He couldn't necessarily blame her for being a little more nervous than the people outside. They gave him odd looks because he was bigger than normal and dressed weird. She was giving him odd looks because she knew not only was he unusually large, but he had become so in a matter of weeks. That wasn't normal, and the abnormality put her on edge.

After about an hour of digging through the supply room and picking through boxes that hadn't been touched since the store opened she had finally found a few things that fit him. A pair of underwear that actually were slightly too big were the first thing she found. Reflexively him found himself apologizing and trying to assure her that him would grow into them, trying to show appreciation for how hard she was trying to help him only to realize what he was saying and found himself blushing when she reflexively found her gaze drifting down towards his waistline. She didn't have to say anything, the look on her face made it very clear she was imagining him growing into them in explicit, graphic detail. Next was a pair of gym shorts that had leg sleeves long enough that people could use them as cut off pants if they were ever able to tighten the waistband enough for them to not fall down immediately. For him, however, she had to remove the waist string entirely so that it would expand out enough to fit the circumference of his waist without that thin bit of rope digging into his skin. Then came the shirt. The best she was able to procure being a sleeveless Under-Armor muscle shirt that didn't so much fit him well as was stretchy enough to stretch across the broad expanse of his impossibly huge torso. Even then neither of them missed the fact that, with how much the shirt had to stretch around the width and thickness of his torso, it rode up enough to expose his bottom row of abdominals more like a crop-top than a shirt.

He almost laughed when she actually found a pair of shoes for him. Apparently they had originally meant to be some kind of an advertisement display that they never installed. The sneakers were so massive and heavy she had to carry them out one at a time, each one filling both of her arms and had to weigh at least a dozen pounds each. Again, the two of them found themselves both blushing at the awkward situation of her kneeling down in front of him and tying shoes nearly the size of her torso for him with shoelaces as thick around as her fingers. When he finally had them on he was pleased to see that, while a bit snug, they were perfectly serviceable.

When he was finally dressed as well as he could be he started to reach for his wallet to pay her before realizing that his makeshift kilt didn’t had any pockets and in his rush to get here he hadn't grabbed it. Nervously fidgeting, he started to try to explain that to her only for her to cut him off by telling him not to worry about it. Now she was the one nervously fidgeting, ears flattened against her head and cheeks flushed so bright red he swore him could actually see it through her fur. She told him most of those things were too big and that they never would have sold anyway and that he could keep them under one condition. Minutes later the picture she had someone take with her phone of her standing next to him, barely taller than his waist, immediately went up on the store's social media accounts to advertise. Though he was certain it would be great advertisement, Raz had a sneaking suspicion that she kept a copy of it on her phone as well for other purposes besides corporate advertizement. That suspicion was further enforced when he got back to his house and, in the pile of bedding and clothes he had been carrying under his arm that she had handed back to him he found a small folded piece of paper with her phone number on it.

Before he could spend too much time thinking about that he was distracted by a chorus of loud popping sounds. Looking around for a moment, his gaze eventually went towards the ground at his feet. Every single one of the laces of his brand-new oversized shoes had suddenly burst apart under the strain of containing his massive paws. Yet another reminder bringing his primary concern right back to the forefront of his mind...

He was still growing.