March 5

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Horus yanked the control sticks hard to the right. Of all the things they teach you in flight school, the one thing they don’t teach you is how to avoid a horny, hundreds-foot-tall dragon in the middle of a rampage.

Horus knew he wasn’t seeing things because his copilot was absolutely petrified, staring in shock, and the radio was ablaze with chatter about the sudden appearance of the enormous black and purple dragon — not to mention some other giants that had shown up recently around the country.

And, of course, the screaming. He could hear a lot of that through the cockpit door. He couldn’t worry about that, though. The gryphon pilot just had to focus on getting out of range of this titan… not an easy task when a single step could bring the dragon back into the plane’s path, like it had just moments ago.

But luck was on their side today. The behemoth seemed thoroughly distracted by the skyscrapers in the city, so Horus was able to safely guide the plane the rest of the way to its destination, Detroit… even if his heart rate didn’t slow down the rest of the trip.

A smooth landing at DTW was met with a round of applause that, for once, didn’t seem cringy, considering what they’d just flown by. Horus’ copilot got up to leave the cockpit once they’d arrived at the gate and the passengers disembarked, but Horus decided to stay a moment longer. “Just gotta catch my breath after that,” he chuckled sheepishly.

“Understandable,” his copilot laughed. “Good flying.” He patted Horus on the shoulder and left.

The gryphon sighed and slumped back in his seat, physically and mentally exhausted. There was another reason he’d wanted to stay in the cockpit a bit longer. He relaxed the arm that he’d used to carefully block the noticeable tent in his pants.

While Horus had been primarily occupied with getting his plane to safety at first, once the danger had passed, he found himself thinking about the giant dragon more and more. He had quite an interest in large movie monsters and things like that, and the more he thought about the looming colossus he’d seen earlier, the more aroused he became.

He certainly didn’t intend to finish in the cockpit, but a brief moment to unwind after a stressful flight couldn’t hurt, right? He gave his throbbing bulge a rub and shuddered. It surprised him how sensitive it was. Was he really that worked up?

He repositioned his hand to give it another rub, only to find that his hand was no longer big enough to cover his bulge. Horus looked down in surprise and gasped. His junk was now visibly straining his tight dress pants, far larger than any package he’d ever seen in real life.

So it has to be a dream, right? Horus pinched his lower arm, but didn’t find himself waking up in bed. Instead, he heard a loud rip as his shirt burst open from the movement. It wasn’t just the gryphon’s genitals that had grown — he suddenly found himself significantly more muscular, with biceps approaching the size of his head and pecs that anything in his current wardrobe would have little hope of containing.

In fact, he was growing everywhere, the changes quickening the more he noticed them. Within seconds, he had filled the cockpit, totally nude, with his head pressed against the ceiling and his rock-hard dick throbbing over the dashboard, its tip touching the windshield glass.

A couple of workers still on the tarmac looked up through the window in surprise, fleeing for safety just before the gryphon exploded out of the plane, sending chunks of metal and glass flying as he surged upward.

Horus had no desire to harm anyone at the airport — he knew many of the workers there well, after all — but the growth felt so good. He needed more of it, and he needed release, too. The gryphon carefully moved himself out toward a deserted section of runways, his heavy lion paws cracking the ground with each step even as he tried to be gentle.

In just the few steps it took to get there, he nearly doubled in size — as did his muscles. His humungous balls now brushed against the tarmac as they swung between his legs, and this thick cock was emitting pre like a leaky faucet, throbbing right in front of his face.

Horus flexed, more for his own satisfaction than anything else, a smile curling across his hawk beak as he watched his muscles jump and bulge. Might as well put on a show, he thought, making sure those in the airport could see every pose he struck and giving them stunning views of his heavy chest, plump rear and massive manhood.

After a few minutes, his growth began to taper off, but Horus didn’t mind. He had the body — and size — of his dreams, and he was going to have plenty of fun with it… even if it might take him awhile to get used to walking with his newly enlarged endowment.