First Date With Harper

Nommz adjusted his button-up shirt’s collar carefully and looked back down at the menu. He hadn't expected to find his confidence faltering at this dinner date, but the cutie sitting across from the dragonmutt was pretty disarming. The beefy, heavy-weight fotter was downing a pint of beer with abandon. He sure didn't seem too worried. Maybe Harper was naturally more confident when it came to dates. Maybe he just wasn't interested in Nommz… hopefully not that. Harper was really, really good looking. And Nommz wanted this date to go perfectly to gain the attentions of the hybrid.

Harper belched long and loud once he’d finished off the first pint of the evening. The tank top that was sitting on his frame didn’t fit so well with the setting of being on a date but it certainly fit well with the fotter’s bulky, beefy body type. “Oh man, I love this place. The best pub in town. Right dragomutt?” the hybrid said while putting his mug down. The otter fox smiled disarmingly at his date, and Nommz had to struggle to not melt in his seat.

“Yeah, that’s why I figured this would be a good place for our first date. Lots of tasty food, and all the booze you could drink. Sounds good to me,” Nommz replied, setting down the menu.

“You don’t mind if I order, well, a lot of food? Feeling pretty hungry this evening.”

“Oh sure, just get whatever you’d like. It’s the first date, so you know, anything to make us feel more comfortable.”

Harper laughed. “Good, then I’ll take you up on the offer. Just consider yourself lucky that there’s only one of me right now and not a half dozen or so of me,” he answered with a wink. The fotter knew just how much the dragon would’ve enjoyed having a date with a harem of his own bulky hybrids, and therefore the fotter knew just which buttons to push. Not many folks knew of his cloning power. At any time he could pop into existence a clone of himself. Which helped a lot with getting things done, letting at least one of him be lazy. Also led to some very hot make out sessions. Harper suspected that his power had something to do with the crush Nommz had. Maybe it was just about time to start up the evil plan he’d come up with for the night.

Just then though the waitress returned to ask for their orders. Nommz asked for something simple. The usual bar fare of wings and a cider to wash it all down with. But Harper had no reservations at all about going for broke. Two pitchers of beer, wings, burgers, mozzarella sticks, pretzels… no wait, double all of those orders. The waitress gave Harper a strange look as if questioning what the hell he was talking about. But Harper merely gave her a happy smile and patted at his gut beneath the white fabric of his shirt. There was plenty of room there, he assured her.

The minutes passed together and Harper made small talk with Nommz, trying to get to know the mutt a little better. For how much Nommz had a crush on the fotter they clearly didn’t know each other that well. That’s what dates were for. To try and find out more about the attractive otter fox sitting across from the table of course. The time passed quickly talking about video games, and cooking, and art, and all sorts of other important topics. The laughter at the table flowed easily between the two.

Harper returned from a bathroom break just as the waitress brought the four pitchers of beer. The fotter adjusted the sleeves of his tank top and pulled at the waistband of his khakis awkwardly before sitting back down. “Sorry, the clothes just don’t quite fit I suppose. Gotta buy some new ones soon,” he explained. But that was just fine. Nommz would enjoy having someone around that didn’t fit in his clothes quiiiite right.

“Maybe we should go out for clothes shopping for our second date?” Nommz suggested.

Harper grinned and flexed one of his arms. “Well, I think that’d work. Something that could fit this a little better maybe,” he teased. The bulge of his biceps and triceps formed a wonderful hill that Nommz traced his eyes across. Beefy, orange colored hills of muscle. That was definitely one of the major perks of going out with Harper. “But the major problem is gonna be getting clothes to fit my belly. You know? It’s easy to find large sized clothes, but to find clothes for fattened up folks too isn’t quite as easy.”

Moving the topic of conversation on, Harper drank away at his pitcher of beer with abandon. Nommz sipped slowly at his own cider, taking his time so he could enjoy the company of his date. But the fotter clearly was on a mission to drink as much as he possibly could. A few belches punctuated the fotter’s mission, right in Nommz’s face just to mess with the dragon. But when he didn’t seem to mind much, Harper just smiled innocently. What a tease.

“Sorry, give me a second? Gotta go to the bathroom,” Harper said, just as the food was brought out to the table. Nommz quirked an eyebrow. But there were wings in front of him now. That was a little more important. The dragon started munching away at his buffalo wings barely noticing when Harper returned a few minutes later. The fotter sat down, struggling with the seat beneath him.

“Man, they really don’t make these things as well as they used to eh?” Harper asked with an innocent smile. He easily dwarfed the wooden stool beneath him, his tail draped off the back and running into a table behind. Nommz leaned away from the table to watch it wagging on the ground, thick and wider than he remembered seeing.

“Uhh, are you alright Harper?” Nommz asked.

The fotter didn’t even answer though, having already picked up one of his two burgers and taken a bite out of half of it all at once. “Yer, mmm fine,” he mumbled through the food in his mouth. Well maybe it was just the cider messing with what he saw. Nommz put the thoughts out of his mind to just enjoy the date. Sure it looked like the clothes hanging onto the fotter’s body were… well, tearing. Just lightly along the seams. Harper had mentioned earlier that he needed new clothes anyway so that wasn’t that weird.

Nommz shook his head. Definitely just the cider. Don’t think too much about it.

Whatever was going on or not going on, Harper definitely lived up to his words. The fotter was hungry. He made his way through both burgers in record time, along with a pitcher and a half of the beer. That still didn’t make nearly as much of a dent in the food as there in total, but at the rate he was going it was no question all that food would be making its way to the fuzzy, white furred gut. Nommz stared a bit at the tank top hanging right above the hybrid’s gut. Small bits of fuzz peeked out from the top of the kahkis that held his bulge in check, and the muffintop right above it was gurgling audibly. It almost begged for a hand to rub it to calm it down.

With another belch, this time loud enough to shake some of the tables, the eight foot tall fotter grinned down at his date. “You look like something’s on your mind Nommz. What’s up?” he asked innocently. He placed a black furred hand atop his tum and drummed his fingers. Oh yeah. He definitely knew just how much this would bother Nommz. But there was no need to give away the game quite yet. The plan still hadn’t even come to halfway completion.

“Uhm,” Nommz started, struggling to put the correct words in order. It took a loud CRACK from behind Harper to kickstart the little guy’s mind into gear; Harper’s tail had thumped against the top of the empty table behind him and put a long crack through the top surface of the wood. “Have you been getting bigger? Just, I don’t remember you having trouble fitting onto that seat.”

The fotter tilted his head, obviously confused. “No, I don’t think so. Are you sure? That doesn’t really sound possible to me.” To put a solid period on his point, Harper picked up the plate of pretzels he’d ordered and ate the whole thing in a single large bite. The plate was normally meant for a group of four people but it was barely a snack to the hybrid. Nommz’s mouth gaped just slightly at the sight of his date putting away such a large amount of food in one bite.

With just the barest hint of a smile, Harper looked down at the dragon. “Just gimme a second, I think that food isn’t quite agreeing with me. Gotta make one more trip to the bathroom,” he said, ruffling the headfuzz atop Nommz with a hand thick enough to cover his whole head easily.

Once his date was gone Nommz was finally free to think about things. Shaking his head the dragomutt struggled to figure out what was going on. He knew, just knew, that Harper wasn’t supposed to be that tall. Right? Cider or not there was no way he’d come into the restaurant at that size. The tank top and khakis were definitely the proper fit at the start of the dinner… right? Now it seemed like maybe his memory was faulty. Either that or something else even more devious was going on.

Nommz put another buffalo wing into his mouth, biting into the spicy and savory meat. There was no way to avoid it any longer. He had to confront Harper once he came back from the bathroom. No more dodging the question or playing coy. Harper had to explain what was going on. The door to the bathroom opened with a creak, and Nommz steeled himself to prepare for confronting his crush.

The whole restaurant shook with each step that Harper took. The hybrid easily towered over every person in there. Which wasn’t much of a feat for someone whose head made cracks in the ceiling when he stood up entirely straight. He rubbed the top of his head gingerly to nurse the bump. That had to put Harper close to 10, maybe 12 feet tall… but the fotter didn’t seem to mind very much at all. He just smiled and waved at Nommz before lumbering over. Each footfall was like a quake, moving bottles around on shelves at the bar and creating small waves in the pitchers of beer on the table.

The clothes didn’t fare very well at this point either. The button and zipper on his pants had completely given up now. Popped off and unzipped, the boxer briefs Harper wore beneath were on view for everyone in there; not that anyone would question someone that size or bulk anymore. Who could possibly hope to throw out Harper anymore? Nommz struggled to figure out just what to focus on anymore. The bulge beneath Harper’s beachball sized belly definitely held his attention well, but there was also the matter of his bodybuilder’s sized biceps and pecs. Those pecs that stretched the tank top to their limit, almost torn off entirely. Huff.

Harper took a seat at the table and the pub shook once more with finality. And then it shook again when the stool broke beneath his widened ass sending the fotter to the ground with a THUD. Harper blushed and tried to laugh it off. “Sorry about that Nommz. Like I said, they don’t make these stools like they used to! You were uhh, saying something about me growing?” Harper asked.

Nommz was rendered practically speechless.  Any resolve to ask his date about the changes was gone. “The… uhh… Harper… how did you uhh… get so hot?” he stammered.

“Awwww,” Harper cooed. “You don’t have to resort to compliments you know. You’re plenty cute enough already, tiny.” As if to punctuate his words, Harper reached over and picked up Nommz for a hug. The arms that held the dragon in place were thick enough to rival his whole body for width. Nommz was cuddled mercilessly with his lower body pressed into the squishy part of Harper’s gut while his face and upper body found the harder portion of his pecs. The softness of the belly below contrasted nicely with the muscles.

“Guhhh,” Nommz muttered before hugging as much of his date as possible.

Harper chuckled, “That’s what I thought. Now don’t think too hard on it okay? Just enjoy the growth.”

And that’s where the night probably would’ve ended. However, there was one more important twist for the evening to reveal. With a thud that made the previous steps Harper was making seem like a silent tap, another Harper peeked his head out of the bathroom. Nommz could only barely peek over top of the cuddling fotter’s shoulder to see the head of yet another Harper pressing out the bathroom door. It was only the head too. Whoever this Harper was, he was definitely too large to possibly fit any other part of himself out the door. The wooden frame around his head cracked and struggled to handle the gigantic hybrid’s bulk as he forced his way forward just slightly.

“Hey dude, when is it my turn? I wanna tease the lil guy too,” this new Harper clone said.

The Harper holding onto Nommz blinked and turned around. “Get back in there, my time isn’t up yet! Come on don’t ruin this for me,” he said between clenched teeth. By now Nommz could definitely tell something was up. The Harper in the bathroom pushed forward even further, trying to make his way into the dining area. He was easily a good 20 feet tall and moving on his hands and knees to avoid destroying the ceiling above.

“Ohh. Sorry. I think I kinda gave away the situation then didn’t I?” he said, winking deviously at Nommz. The dragon found himself set back down onto the floor, staring up at the 10 foot fotter. It took all his efforts to not just walk forward and press his muzzle right into that package and gut again.

The Harper in the bathroom whistled. “Go ahead and come out guys, I think the jig is up. Time to reveal the plans,” the titanic hybrid said. Sneaking around his legs came a group of three other fotters into the main dining area to line up around Nommz. The dragomutt soon found himself surrounded by a set of 5 fotters, each one larger than the last. Thankfully the restaurant had figured out by now that something very strange was going on and had mostly been evacuated. Right around the time that a giant fox otter broke his way through the bathroom actually.

“Well, since it’s a first date and all, we figured you needed to get used to having all of us clones around at all times. And what better way to do that than a little growth tease?” the smallest of the Harpers said.

“Wait, so… you were the first fotter here? And then every time you went to the bathroom…” Nommz asked, starting to connect the dots.

All the Harpers gave a shit-eating grin. “Yup, you’ve got it. Switched out for a larger clone every time.”

Well that certainly made much more sense. The breaking clothes, buying all that food, slowly figuring out that his date was getting larger. It all fit into place. The fotters were currently spending their time passing out what was left of the food at their table, drinking and eating and belching and generally making a mess of the place. Five mouths on five very tubby hybrids could certainly put away a lot of food after all.

In the end Nommz was definitely happy with how the date went. He got to spend time with his crush, along with four of his other (literally) closest friends, with some fantastic food and getting to know him. Once the whole pub was cleared out they all collapsed in a heap together, pawing at and smooching and pressing into Nommz. There were certainly worse ways the day could’ve ended. Drunk and full and happy in a pile of 5 increasingly large, bulky Harper clones. Yup. Not a bad first date at all.

A few hours of revelry and heavy petting later, Nommz had nearly passed out in that pile. Until he noticed that the booze in the glasses on the tables were starting to shake again.

“Ugh, come on Harper, I’m tired. Stop shaking things already,” Nommz complained, cuddled up against the 20 foot fotter’s belly as best as he could manage to sleep.

But Harper merely smiled at the little dragomutt. “That wasn’t me,” he replied. “We just happened to forget to tell you about another fotter clone outside. He’s been busy making some more of me to tease you with.” Nommz’s tail stopped swaying happily as it stood straight out. Wait. If it wasn’t this Harper then how large of a clone could it be?

A set of thick, black fingers pulled the ceiling away like it were the top to a can of soup, peeling it away bit by bit. Until finally there was an enormous, grinning, orange and white face smiling down at the pile of furs. On either shoulder of this monstrous hybrid was a set of 3 or 4 smaller fotters, each one grinning down at the dragomutt. Nommz couldn’t really figure out just how large this fotter was but… big. Very big.

And behind that fotter was a sky of white belly. Something even larger. Much larger. He couldn’t quite figure out just how many fotters were actually back there. But if he squinted it looked like… one. Just one mega fotter. Looming.

Quite the first date indeed.