Aero sighed as he locked his dorm room door behind him and collapsed face-first onto his bed, his dragon head plunging into his pillow with a satisfying floomf.
It had been a long day, driving from central Iowa to Chicago for a job interview and back. A long night, too, given he didn’t get started on the return trip until well after dark. Next time, I’m springing for the hotel room, he thought, lesson learned.
The drive hadn’t been bad, he’d just started to feel the exhaustion creeping up on him as he got closer to home. Apparently the northern lights that appeared around midnight had been real — they sure seemed that way — but some of the other stuff he saw couldn’t have been.
He recalled passing one car that had pulled over to take a look at the aurora… except the driver, an avian of some sort, looked like he was 10 or 12 feet tall. A few minutes later, when Aero glanced in his rearview mirror, he saw the bird again, except this time it was looming over the horizon, a hundred times larger if not more.
That’s when Aero picked up the pace. Not because he was scared of the giant bird; there was no way that was real. It had to have been a hallucination, which meant he was understandably exhausted. Fortunately, there were no cops out on the highways at that time of night, and he was able to complete in 90 minutes what would normally have taken about two more hours.
And now, here he was, back in his cozy dorm room a little before 2 a.m., absolutely beat. Usually Aero stayed up about this late, but he’d gotten an early start to the driving today. So he didn’t even bother changing into his pajamas, leaving on the purple hoodie and comfortable sweatpants he’d worn for the ride home. He even left his glasses on, the pillow wedging them slightly upward on his face.
Not even two minutes after his head hit the pillow, Aero was fast asleep. The last thing that crossed his mind was that enormous bird he’d seen in his rearview mirror…
The crisp early spring air blew through Aero’s brown hair, finally rousing him from his ten-hour slumber. The dragon blinked as bright sunlight blasted into his eyes. He scratched his head as he rolled over onto his back, his bed seeming much less comfortable than it was before. “Ugh, how long was I out?” the groggy dragon asked nobody in particular.
His morning wood was throbbing hard, and he reached down to idly rub his bulge with one hand while rubbing his eyes with the other, helping them adjust to the light.
As Aero finally got his eyes open to turn and look at his phone on the bedside table, three things hit him simultaneously:
One: He couldn’t find his bedside table, nor could he find his phone. That’s because he was suddenly hundreds of feet tall, lying in a dragon-shaped imprint in the middle of his campus.
Two: His morning wood wasn’t just big — it was enormous! It seemed as if it had grown nearly ten times as large, relative to his body. The clothes he was wearing had grown with him, and it was a good thing he’d worn something stretchy like sweatpants the night before, because even those could just barely contain his massive bulge.
And the third thing that hit him was a police car. It seemed the authorities weren’t exactly sure to handle the sudden growth of a sleeping dragon on campus, and one frustrated cop had decided to just ram his vehicle into the dragon’s knee.
Aero blushed as he saw the crowd of people gathered around him, including a few he recognized as higher-ups in his school’s administration. He gave a sheepish wave and adjusted his glasses, then propped himself up on his elbows as he began to get up.
That apparently wasn’t quick enough for the cop, who rammed into his knee again. Aero looked down at the tiny car, so close to his aching bulge, and grinned as a plan sprang to mind.
Aero stretched out with a yawn and simply rolled over, flattening the cop car underneath his bulge. He wasn’t the type to get into wanton property damage, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt to feel the police car break apart and compress against his junk. He couldn’t help but rub his bulge — and the vehicle — into the ground a little more as he stood up. Eh, he had it coming, the dragon justified to himself.
Aero rose to his full height, taking in with equal parts bashfulness and pride just how much he now towered over his campus. Something wet hit his paw, and another wave of embarrassment hit him as he realized his morning wood had gotten so aroused that he was now leaking precum through his sweatpants.
I’ve gotta find somewhere to take care of that, he thought. But having already inadvertently destroyed a dormitory and who knows what else, he decided he’d better give his college a break and go somewhere else.
Fortunately, Aero knew of a much larger city just down the road that could do with some renovating — the sort of job perfect for a scaled paw or thick dragon cream.
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