Othello’s BIG Birthday

The Gigan Restaurant in the more affluent regions of the City.  Specifically designed to cater for the larger - in terms of size - denizens of the World.  This was the place enjoyed by the ones who frequented it.  Great food, drink, and ‘entertainment‘.  Even if it was rather expensive.  Here, for their first time ever, two individuals.  One a black and grey scaled dragon, the other a black wolf.  Both surpassing the 3 metre mark with builds to match.  Their names.  Othello Isaac Drake.  And Zackary McConach.  

They were here for one reason only.  For today, Othello had turned 21 years of age.  And he and his mate, Zack, were here to celebrate the occasion.  Dressed in full suits, as was the requirement for this establishment, they were seated by a table for two, by the expansive windows, which easily took up more than half the twelve metres of headroom available inside.  For now, they were viewing the menus, deciding on what to order.  

“No Ponies?  Why?”  Othello asked, a little upset.  

“Well, they did have a strong union.”  Zack replied.  “Still don’t get how Twilight Sparkle pulled it off though.  Still, plenty more to have!”  Attempting to get the cheer back.  

“Yeah, I think this should do it.”  Pointing to one particular item in the Starters.  And just in time, as someone came to take their order.  A 2.5 metre wolfess who would be their waitress for the evening.  In the company-mandated attire of red and black skirt, jacket with soft-white shirt, and black heels.  

“Are you ready to take your orders now?”  She asked in a soft, yet smooth tone.  

“We are now.”  Zack responded.  “I’ll be having the Trout for my starter, and…”

“…I’ll have the Soup of the Day, and a Side Plate of Garlic Bread with Cheese as well for the both of us.”  Othello finished.  

“Alright then.”  Their waitress noted it all down.  “And for your drink?”  

“The best sparkling champagne you have.”  Zack answered.  

“I know just the one.”  She replied.  “Alright then, anything else?”  

“Not right now.  Thanks.”  Zack concluded.  

“Very well then.  I’ll take care of your order then.”  She turned to make for the kitchen where they would have their meals prepared.  During the interim, Othello and Zack chatted away quietly.  

“Nice, being just the two of us.”  Othello spoke.  

“I know.  Vince did ask if he could do anything, but I made it clear that this day was just for us.  I’m sure he understands.”  Zack replied, sweetly.  This was true, since Vincent Schmidt had offered a party for Othello’s birthday, but Zack had been insistent that today was for him and Othello, alone.  

“Well I’m sure he won’t mind missing out.”  Othello added, knowing he’d find some way of having a ‘good’ time.  And besides, while being with him was enjoyable, he did like to have some time with just his Zack.  

This back-and-forth talk continued on for a few minutes, until their starters and drinks arrived.  Carrying the plates deftly in her arms, their waitress then placed them on their table before the champagne, in it’s bucket of ice, was added.  

The two lovers enjoyed their starters slowly.  Taking their time too savour the rich, refined taste of the meals in front of themselves.  And the champagne too, since - in this part of the world at least - he was only, now, able to enjoy alcohol.  Eventually, they finished their respective starters and were ready to order the main course.  When their waitress came to collect the used plates, they placed their orders.  

“I’ll have the Beef Steak, extra-large, with plenty of side servings.”  Othello placed his order.  

“While I’ll have the same.”  Zack added.  

“Okay then, they’ll be taken care of right away.”  Their waitress replied, before making back to the kitchen with their main meal orders.  It was now that Othello rose before saying.  

“Hold on, needing the men’s room.”  Softly, as so not to be overheard.  Getting there and taking care of business was simple enough, but something was wrong.  

“Hmmm, I could’ve sworn these fitted properly just an hour ago.”  Referring to the fact that getting his hefty junk back into his trousers was proving to be difficult.  Well, more difficult than normal.  The task was accomplished though, and after washing and drying his hands, he returned to the table.  Where Zack excused himself for the same reason.  Seeming to take longer, but that may have been due to the fact that he was the one waiting now, he did return just as the main course was being delivered.  One they were quick to enjoy, once it had been set up properly.  

While enjoying the thick steak, Othello began to notice that something was, off.  

“Hey Zack.”  

“Mm, yes?”  Zack needed to swallow first before replying.  

“Does, something feel, off, to you?”  

“Not really.”  He lied.  “Why?”  

“Just can’t stop feeling like there’s something odd happening.”  What he didn’t know right then was that his trousers had become tighter, before the button had pulled itself free of it’s stitching, the belt slowly tearing open, while the zip was sliding down.  Resulting in tightness, followed by a reprieve of the pressure.  

Naturally, Zack found himself in the same situation, though unlike Othello, he had already made ‘arrangements’, mainly selecting a suit that he knew would split along its seams easily, and had already made sure that he was now barefoot.  Making it look like he was shifting his seat slightly, he used the noise to disguise the fact that his shirt had split open along his back, hidden by his unbuttoned jacket for now.  

“Don’t let it get to you.”  He spoke again.  “This is your day, after all, enjoy it.”  

“Yeah, I suppose.”  Othello allowed his worries to cease as he returned to his meal.  not noticing the slight smirk Zack had on his face, as he opened the front of his trousers, to allow his swelling cock out of them as his legs thickened.  Semi-hard and semi-slick, hidden underneath the tablecloth.  

They had just about finished their meals, when Othello received his wake-up call.  As the shoes he wore blew open and he felt his feet touch carpet.  Only now, did he see just how tight Zack’s red shirts was on him, the buttons barely holding on anymore, as tufts of black fur poked out.  The sleeves were also bulged right where the muscles were.  As for himself, the buttons on his jacket, waistcoat and shirt were all blowing loose, bringing his thickening chest into the open, as the fabric slid away.  This caught Zack’s attention as he looked to Othello and said.  

“The answer is yes.”  Anticipating the question, accurately.  “This is my doing.”  The sly grin forming on his muzzle.  

“What?  Here!?!”  Shocked that it was happening in a public place.  

“Well they do call this place The GIGAN Restaurant.  Don’t they?”  Zack replied, liking what he was seeing.  “Didn’t you think they’d have a real meaning for it?  And look around.”  Othello responded to that by looking at the room.  And only now realised that they were the only ones in there.  Turning back to face Zack, he noticed that he had ripped the sleeves of his own clothes off, leaving his thick, muscled arms exposed.  “I made some arrangements and had this room cleared for us, so now.”  Zack had both hands on either side of the remains of his shirt and jacket, swinging them harshly back to the correct sides while holding onto the fabric.  “Happy 21st Birthday Othello!”  This was accompanied by a tearing of fabric as the entirety of his top was freed from its manufactured prison, allowing for his thickening chest, brimming with raw power and passion, to make itself known.  

And while his muscles had been pumping up, so to, had his height.  Leaving his chair and standing up, he was perhaps twice his original height now, easily past 6 metres.  And not stopping.  As his trousers had already split in two and down the thighs, barely clinging onto his shins anymore.  Zack slowly walked around the table, his now-erect member bobbing slightly under the motion, before kneeling beside Othello, who had turned around to reveal that his own attire was in equally poor shape.  What remained comprised of scraps that futilely clung on in ribbons around the limbs, nothing more.  Embracing his growing lover, Othello’s head rested against Zack’s Pecs, though he was slowly catching up to him.  

“Now this is what I call a birthday surprise.”  He murmured.  “But, it this it?”  They had barely made it to seven metres.  

“Not quite.  I did see fit to save the best, and biggest, for last.”  Zack replied soothingly.  

“Well.”  Othello began to like what he was hearing.  “What are we waiting for?”  

“Nothing.”  Zack had turned his head to look behind.   “Its already here.”  Moving to the side to allow Othello to see that the third course had arrived.  A truly massive cake that required an entire, enlarged table to support it, set in the centre of the room.  “Well, shall we?”  

Taking his hand, Othello strolled with him over to the table, the final, pathetic scraps of cloth falling away to form a trail as the nude and muscle-bound - well, far more so than they already were - couple knelt by the table, no chair able to take them now.  

“Sorry for the lack of candles, but any wishes?”  Zack cooed softly into Othello’s ear.  

“Just.  One.”  As way of an answer, Othello made for the cake to secure a major mouthful of the thick, heavy chocolate sponge, rich creamy icings and mouth-watering filling.  The effect was almost immediate, as a new wave of growth took hold, layer upon layer of muscle packing itself onto himself, as he found himself forced to lean more and more to continue devouring the heavenly concoction before him.  

Motioning for Zack to join, he did just that, with the same results, although now, he was the one forced to play ‘catch-up’ as Othello would now strike the roof should he have stood up.  

For several minutes, this continued, only pausing for breath, or to snuggle up for a moment, before the resumption of finishing the cake, an act which accelerated as their mouths became larger and able to take more in one go.  Eventually though - as all good things must - this task came to it’s end.  The entire confection consumed.  But not the growth.  The effects still active for a few, precious moments.  Eyes shut in ecstasy, the stretching and swelling reaching it’s end in blissful fashion.  Legs spread to accommodate their bloated balls, and hardened cocks, that came to just above their stiff nipples.  Finally, after what felt like an eternity, though a mere minute, Othello was able to open his eyes, and see.  

Even while sitting down, his head ever so slightly brushed the ceiling, with Zack, at most, one head smaller.  Facing each other, there was, only, one thing, that Othello wanted to do.  He bent down as so to get his hands on the floor, and crawled over to his Zack, before rising back up to wrap his mammoth arms around him in a crushing embrace that Zack could easily handle with his Abs of Steel.  

“Now this.”  Othello began, his deep, rumbling voice boomed.  “Is what I call a Birthday Present.”  

“I know.  And I’m real glad that you enjoy it.”  Zack replied softly, though his voice, too, was an extremely deep bass, as he returned the embrace.  One that held for minute after minute, before they slowly rolled down to lay on the floor.  The doors having been closed for others as so to allow them privacy.  Slab of muscle against slab of muscle.  Extra-hardened, slick cock against extra-hardened, slick cock.  One arm over the others side, holding each other close.  The beginnings of sleep beginning to take hold.  

“So how did you do all this?”  Othello murmured sleepily.  

“I called in a few favours that were owed, the rest writes itself.”  Zack too, began to nod off slowly.  

“Oh?  Who?”  

“That’s not important.  What matters, is, that it all came, to-gether.”  The last part of Zack’s answer almost a yawn.  

“Oh, well, whoever, theeeyy, werrrre.  They surre, did, weeellll……”  Othello was never able to finish what he wanted to say, as now sleep had taken hold.  Forcing his heavy eyes shut, to be proceeded by deep, rhythmic breathing.  One that Zack, after snuggling ever so slightly closer to his beloved, complained not once to following.  Leaving the couple to enjoy a deep, well-earned sleep as they dreamt the dream of lovers.  

Fin.