“This is an announcement for those of you at gate B4 for flight 6942. Unfortunately, due to the increased air traffic in the area, we won’t be able to begin the boarding process for another hour. We’re sorry for the inconvenience.”
Xindur sighed and rolled his eyes at the PA announcement. It was bad enough that he’d already had to push his flight home a day later than he’d planned. An extra hour on top of that in O’Hare waiting for his connection was not how he wanted to spend his Monday.
From what he could tell, there had been a significant number of flights diverted to Chicago because of issues at airports further south. He didn’t know why, but it sounded like a logistical nightmare. He wouldn’t be surprised if his flight got delayed even more.
Might as well get some work done while I’m here, the dragon thought. Won’t be able to do much once I’m on a transatlantic flight. Xindur pulled open his laptop and tapped the side of his bright purple visor, his hefty tail curled up in the seat next to him to ensure nobody nosy sat there.
On others, such a visor may have looked gaudy. But Xindur used it for efficiency and privacy, increasing the speed of his work for a cyber mercenary group while keeping it as secretive as possible. It didn’t hurt that it complemented the dragon’s black and purple scales beautifully.
Soon, lines of code were zipping past his eyes as his scaled fingers glided rapidly across the keyboard. By coincidence, one of the targets he’d been assigned to neutralize was located in Chicago. Not that it particularly mattered, of course. Xindur could do his work anywhere, even a crowded airport. But a devilish smirk curled across his muzzle as he realized that someone in that enormous downtown half an hour away would soon be getting quite the surprise.
Xindur squinted. Did his font size just get smaller, for some reason? That couldn’t be right, but the data he was looking at definitely seemed tinier. He yelped as he felt a sharp pain in his tail, and he realized it was tightly pressed between the armrests of his seat next to him. He stood up to adjust his stance, and as he rose to his full height he suddenly found himself looming twice as tall as anyone else at the gate.
The dragon hurriedly shut his laptop, which in his enlarged hands now seemed no bigger than the paperbacks they sold at the airport gift shop. Xindur had no idea what caused this sudden infusion of size, but he certainly wasn’t complaining — and the growth certainly wasn’t stopping. His clothes began to stretch and tear, his shoes bursting as his dragon paws quickly became far too big to contain. By the time time his head brushed the high ceiling of the airport, he was fully nude and becoming quite aroused.
The other passengers and staff had already fled the gate as Xindur’s head burst out of the top of the airport, soon followed by the rest of his muscular body. Xindur didn’t particularly care about the panicked furs in the airport; they were beneath him both figuratively and now literally.
The enormous dragon took his first step out on to the tarmac and purred with pleasure as he felt the metal of a 737 crumple under his colossal paw. He wiggled his toes high in the air before bringing his other foot down with force on another plane, delighted by how thoroughly it was flattened.
His thick tail swished back and forth behind him, bulldozing the rest of the airport. But the most noticeable indicator of how much he was enjoying his newfound size was his throbbing, draconic cock. It, too, had grown significantly, as had the plump nuts that swung between his knees with every step.
Xindur could have plenty of fun at the airport, but his mind was still on business. Why bother hacking the target when, now, he could simply flatten them? The titanic dragon plowed through the Chicago suburbs, still growing a bit as he did, buildings crumbling like crackers under his thick soles while his shaft throbbed harder with each step.
An array of skyscrapers soon welcomed the towering dragon to downtown Chicago, and it dawned on Xindur that… he didn’t actually know which one housed the company his mercenary group had been contracted to take down.
Oh, well, he thought, raising his huge stomper above the nearest one and bringing it down with force. I might as well just take care of all of them. Chicago would look much better flattened into a crater, and those too big to stomp would serve as excellent toys to deal with his… other needs.
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