I see the doors that I can't open
Adding locks from time to time
When it opens something blocks me
And I'm asking myself why?
Did I take the step I wanted
Was it just a state of mind?


Enabling a dragon tends to lead to some dangerous consequences. Some dragons will eat you out of home and country with their gluttony, others will simply consume all that you could possibly offer to them. Even more still will take the dominating role – dragons never stay small, nor are they ever satisfied with what you can give them.

A select few are more obsessed with the conquest for more. A burning, unending desire that fuels much of their life – a constant chase for excess and growth, even to an extent that others would consider far “too much.”

Dominic’s one of these dragons. Born into the need, he has always been known for his ability to “go big or go home.” Nothing exemplified this chase more than his desires to be taller, a notion that he put a great deal of personal thought into. Just like his chase for perfection, his desire to tower over everyone around him was a permanent feature of his psyche, and one that he actively sought over. Based off pure primal urges, Dominic subscribed to the mentality that “bigger was better,” and that there were little to no exceptions to this rule.

It was of course little surprise to his coworkers at the lab that his crowning achievement revolved around this. While typically known for prosthetics and more cutting-edge stem cell research, he has tasked a solid chunk of his assistants and put great amounts of research into the growth of living things – a substance that could put anything into a state of growth or shrinking. Poised originally as a solution to simple food shortages, Dominic proposed that the substance could also be applied to the shipping of organic life across the world. His tests showed that life itself could not be compacted, packaged, and put away for safe keeping – it could be amplified, and pushed to the extreme.

Of course, these were far from his only reasons. Before long, Dominic had begun to sneak trace amounts of the liquid out of the lab and into the cafeteria for personal usage. Used only on animals and plant life, Dominic was no less thrilled by the concept of growing larger. After a few weeks, he had smuggled enough of the substance out of the lab to prepare a rudimentary dose for himself – enough that, by his calculations, his already impressive height of nearly eight feet tall would promptly double.

A single swig of the vial confirmed this hypothesis. With caution thrown to the wind, the reptile swiftly downed the drink during the lab’s off-hours. He could only wait with bated breath for his desired prize. Sure enough, his body began to tingle and churn. His frame almost ached as a result of his haste. Previous experiments had seen only minimal, steady application of his growth serum. None of them had anticipated a sentient life form greedily drinking a whole heap of it at once. With his bones fighting him alongside staggered, labored breath, Dominic was finally rewarded with his one true desire – more height. A simple spurt sent him upwards and closer to the ceiling, and another threatened to break it altogether. Feet piled onto him by the second, his stance rapidly ascending past his desired target.

The few that remained in the cafeteria during these downtime hours were quickly taken back. The chef behind the counter quickly ducked out of the way and hid himself in the rear of the kitchen, not wanting to stick around for whatever the hell the dragon had just signed himself up for.

Eight feet grew to twelve, then sixteen, then – SMACK.

Dominic rubbed the back of his head, and immediately knew something was wrong. The tall ceiling of the cafeteria should have been more than enough to occupy him at eighteen feet tall, there should be little reason for him to be smacking his head already. His mind raced to attempt to piece together what was occurring, but those thoughts were given no time to stir. His growth not only continued but outright accelerated without warning, causing his horns to dig into the support beams over head and immediately wrestle their mighty pearlescent nature through them. The roof caved in around him, with nobody but himself in the room left to witness it.

By the time he had gotten his head to focus, he knew he had overdone it. The alarms around him were more than enough to go by – he had intended to submit himself for experimentation after this test, after all. He doubted his coworker’s interest in continuing to work with him now as he stood in the remains of the cafeteria building. The building laid battered, broken, and in shockingly delightful pieces beneath his feet. Despite the cause for concern, Dominic’s primal nature quickly took back control as he shuffled his feet to-and-fro, causing steel girder and plastic eating bench alike to delightfully crunch under his feet.

That sound alone was enough to make his heart race happily. He’d gotten his wish for more – there wasn’t a living soul alive that could stand up to him in both the literal and metaphorical sense. And yet, that need for more still called to him. His draconic pride got the better of him, and a simple glance towards the laboratory liquid storage facility was all he needed to come to his own conclusions. If a single vial was enough to make him the size of a building – just how much would dozens of industrial containers worth of the stuff do?

In true draconic fashion, he drank them all. Building-sized turned quickly into the scale of a skyscraper. Then a city. Then a state. The pain subsided as his body grew more than used to the sensation – it outright expected it. Just as hungry for this as Dom’s primal psyche was, every inch of him longed for more. For the same delightful crunch under his feet that he had only just tasted.

Now, with his coworkers naught but a literal twinkle in his eye and his homeworld nothing more than a golf ball to him, he’d gotten what he wanted. A deep, happy rumble iterated itself through his chest and the space surrounding it. He was more than massive – he was a God all to himself. Held by the soft embrace that only the weightlessness of space could provide, his content and satisfied face morphed into one of deep need.

His fingers came around to the sides of his former planet, and his mouth beckoned forth with a single word.

“More.”




One day late for Macro March.

You've probably seen the sketch for this one already here! This was a bit of a color experiment in which I received a great deal of help from a friend, who wishes to remain anonymous.

Obviously done by the brilliant  MagPi, who, again, really knocked it out of the park on this one. I intend to leave both the original sketch and this colored version up together.

Both the story above and the character depicted are mine.

Go fave the original here as well.

Comments are both welcome and appreciated.