No sooner had Spike stripped down to his stockings and thong than Icicle was pressed against him, lips locked in a sudden kiss.

As Icicle's hands roamed across his bubble-butt, Spike moaned happily, his own claws tightening around Icicle's shoulders. One of Icicle's hands curved around one of Spike's effeminate hips, feeling the gentle plush of the scales beneath his palm. The little dragon cooed, his long serpentine tongue wiggling around Icicle's in a loving embrace.

Inwardly, Icicle grinned. Perfect. He gave Spike's fat rump another squeeze, and slid his hand around to slip beneath the string of Spike's pouch. Spike moaned again, his toes curling against the carpet as Icicle fondled his cock. The kiss grew deeper, hungrier as Icicle's fingers wound their way tightly around their prize.

Then, Icicle cast the spell.

It wasn't a sudden surge so much as a sudden heat - a warmth that began in Spike's chest and slowly spread to suffuse his whole system. Spike made a small, delighted noise and began to fidget, squirming against his makeout partner as Icicle continued to explore every inch of his plush physique.

Yet that physique was growing less plush by the second. Spike groaned, deep in his throat, and Icicle felt a jolt of excitement as he felt Spike's chest suddenly brush against his own. His wandering hand found its way up to Spike's shoulders - and then Spike flexed, his slender torso exploding into sudden size and definition.

Spike's little hip-thrusts, already fueled by Icicle's sensual touch, only grew faster and harder as he grew. Icicle's tail wiggled delightedly behind him as he felt Spike's nipples press against his, their breadth suddenly thick and stiff - and then brush upwards as Spike's body gave another upward push. His neck bent back; Spike's craned forward, the kiss continuing as if Spike hadn't yet realized that he'd gone from shoulder-height on Icicle's average frame to looking down upon the lean unicorn - and he was only getting bigger.

Icicle felt his own stallionhood stir excitedly within his pants, his heartbeat thudding in time with the throb of his cock with each inch he imagined Spike putting on. He kept his eyes closed, lips locked into the kiss even as he felt Spike swell before him. His left hand continued fondling Spike's package, fingers struggling to wrap around the thickening dragoncock as it grew in time with his master. The pouch creaked, its threads straining as Spike's cute little nuts swelled into a pair of overgrown grapefruits, their volumes stuffing their owner's thong to the max. Each cute huff of Spike's breath thrust his hips forward again, his hefty and growing balls slapping against Icicle's upper thigh as his cock stirred and swelled and flexed.

Spike groaned again, his voice deeper, richer, and rumbling with power. Icicle wriggled against his larger physique, one hand moving up - so far! - to feel a thick, rounded bulge flexing against his palm. As he kneaded it, Icicle's arousal flared even higher - that was Spike's pec! It was so wide - so well-defined - so strong! His thumb flicked against a thimble-sized nipple and Spike moaned, pulling his weight back just far enough to break the kiss.

Icicle almost stumbled - but Spike caught him, his big hands swooping down to catch his now-smaller partner with lightning reflexes. Then Spike stared down at himself.

"What the - " he began, then stopped. Then, a grin began to grow on his face. "No way!"

Icicle giggled. "Yup!" He wiggled happily in Spike's grip, then grinned back as he felt Spike gave his own generous ass a grope. Now pushing seven feet in height, the larger Spike easily outsized the six-even Icicle Frost. Icicle licked his lips, eyeing Spike's biceps with obvious hunger. Even unflexed, just one was easily as thick as one of his legs. "Like your new size, big boy?"

"Man," Spike breathed. He hefted one of his thirty-inch monsters and flexed. Icicle couldn't stifle a squeal as he watched it swell into a massive sphere the size of a basketball. "This is crazy."

"This is sexy," Icicle corrected him. He gave one of Spike's bare nipples a squeeze, and grinned cheekily when the larger dragon groaned aloud. His other hand pushed lower down Spike's overstuffed crotch pouch, fingers struggling to reach around just one of his tangerine-sized orbs. "You know I like 'em big."

"Well, yeah," Spike said. He wore a goofy-looking grin, with one of his fangs poking up over his upper lip. One of his oversized hands moved down to wrap around his bulging thong. The outline of his thick sausage was clearly traced in the stretched satin thread, and Icicle was giddy to see the circumference of Spike's great testes appear to breathe, inhaling with size as one big claw traced a lazy line across their surface. "But - man, this is just..."

Icicle stepped one foot forward, just far enough to wrap one of his slender legs around Spike's sculpted thigh. "How's it feel, cutie?" he purred, giving Spike's leg an unsubtle hump.

Spike grinned toothily down at him. "It feels amazing." He flexed an arm, and Icicle felt himself grow faint at the sight of that bulging, mountainous peak. As Spike continued to fondle his nuts, the weight of his big hand pressing Icicle's palm deeper into his sweaty nutsack, Icicle cooed at the sight of that weighty package swaying heftily between those muscular thighs.

Then a frown crossed Spike's face. "I, uh - I'll be able to get my figure back after this, right?" Such a femmy pout looked hilariously out of place on such a masculine, chiseled face. "I worked hard on that ass."

"Of course," Icicle cooed. He ran both hands over Spike's back, marveling at how difficult it was to reach all the way around. As Spike's shoulder blades flexed, mighty muscles rippling in time with the rest of his seven-foot frame, Icicle's cock twitched and throbbed with need. "But for now...how'd you like to get even bigger?"

Spike's grin only widened. "Only if you get up here with me."

Icicle gave his stud's belly a little pat. Spike’s growth had bloated it by a good amount, leaving a delightful amount of dragon-gut to plump and plush. Icicle’s stallionhood throbbed harder, his heartbeat speeding up with excitement. "That," he said, smirking, "can definitely be arranged."