title: Chronicles of a Repeatedly Resized Roommate aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Kyrm] id: [31187107] date: 2023-09-14T22:03:06+08:00 modified: 2023-09-14T22:06:12+08:00

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Chronicles of a Repeatedly Resized Roommate

Author: Kyrm Source: Chronicles of a Repeatedly Resized Roommate [Commission]

“You know, Poh, I’ve got to hand it to you: you’ve shown a lot of restraint lately.” The grey wolf spoke from the living room couch, wearing casual clothes that fit this casual day. There was a game controller in his blue-furred hands while he concentrated on the television screen.

The wolf, Frost, was currently half-reclined on his slightly pudgy friend’s stomach. Between the two of them, the white-furred luck dragon lying down on the couch was shorter by at least a foot, but certainly wider, and with a thick tail half-wrapped around his legs. “How so?” Pohners—Poh to his friends—asked.

“I mean, I’ve stayed my same size all week,” Frost said.

As roommates, Pohners and Frost shared a unique relationship. They had met and established a living arrangement about half a year ago, and things had never been the same for the wolf. One might expect Frost’s previous statement to stay true throughout life: most full-grown adults remained the same size, after all. When Pohners was around, though, well–

“Would you prefer I change that?” the luck dragon asked, sounding more than happy to oblige.

“No, no,” Frost said quickly. It wasn’t that the wolf minded Poh’s size-changing games, they could prove quite exciting. However, Frost wasn’t in the mood for excitement. It was rare that he got to relax like this. “It’s just that – I’m a bit surprised. I think it’s the longest I’ve stayed my normal height in a long while with you around.”

“I took an inch off of you three days ago and you never even noticed.”

“Really?”

“Nah,” Pohners shrugged. “But you wouldn’t know anyway. And when’re you going to be done with this game?” the luck dragon asked, batting at the wolf’s tail in front of him. “Thought we were going out today?”

“We will, we will,” Frost said, still distracted by the game. “You don’t have to watch me play.”

“Yeah, but what else would I watch?” Pohners asked.

“My fuzzy ass,” Frost said, sounding harsher than he had wanted to as he died yet again in-game. “Man! This is difficult.”

Pohners went unusually silent after that. Frost wondered if the luck dragon actually was watching his fuzzy ass from back there – he could be quite the flirt.

That was when he felt it.

Frost tried to ignore the sensation. It was familiar and pleasant, but he was in the middle of his game. Even as his loose-fitting shirt began to run tight against his chest, and he squirmed in his seat, his shorts compressing around his crotch and backside, he glared at the screen, determined to keep playing.

“Poh,” he grumbled. “I’m trying not to die here.”

“Then don’t,” Pohners said, sounding casual as ever, as if his wolf friend wasn’t growing before his very eyes.

The controller was becoming too small in Frost’s hands. As it dwindled away, his button presses became less precise, and within moments: he had died again.

“Oh, come on!” Frost exclaimed. “I–” Bwoomph. No longer inching up in height, Frost exploded in size. He did a little jump as his shirt and shorts shredded, the controller flying out of his hands and onto the floor.

Grown and half-exposed, Frost must have now stood nearly twice as tall as he previously had. He looked down at the tatters of his clothes, his white-furred chest completely exposed. His necklace, which he was never without, remained on, somehow affected by Pohners’ size-changing magic. The couch groaned against Frost’s weight, but he continued to sit there.

“Poh…” Frost growled.

“What? You said to watch, and I quote, ‘my fuzzy ass,’” Pohners teased, sticking out his tongue. Frost frowned, peering back at the dragon tucked underneath his tail, an appreciative hand tap-tapping at his enlarged backside, fondling one of his soft cheeks.

“I liked that shirt,” the wolf said.

“Well, you’ll need a whole new wardrobe at this height, big guy.”

“Still enjoying the view?” Frost asked.

“Sure am,” Pohners replied.

“Good.” The wolf then rose up, swiveled around on the couch, and plopped his bare butt right onto Pohners, causing the couch to groan yet again. “Have it up-close.” Even at ten feet tall, he wasn’t big enough to completely cover the luck dragon, but that rump smothering Pohners’ face and part of his chest was followed up by Frost’s balls, which rested right against the dragon’s pudgy stomach, further pinning him. One of Frost’s legs hung off the couch, paw-down and curled up, while the other stretched out well over the too-short couch.

“Gotta admit,” Frost commented, “I definitely have the best seat in the house. What do you think, Poh?”

The response was two weak fists against Frost’s rear and a series of muffled protests. Frost just wiggled himself into a more comfortable position. He kicked back, stretching both of his legs out over the couch. He was starting to enjoy this. Poh must have been, too, considering the slight tenting in the comparatively tiny luck dragon’s pants. “And you definitely are the best seat in the house.” Frost closed his eyes and got comfortable, letting out a sigh. He wasn’t getting up off the luck dragon for a good while.

“I’m glad you agree,” Pohners responded from underneath him.

Frost opened his eyes. Pohners shouldn’t have been able to speak – the dragon’s face was caught underneath his backside.

Except he wasn’t sitting on the dragon’s face anymore. Well, that wasn’t true. He was now entirely sitting on the dragon’s face. In the span of seconds, Frost had gone from ten feet tall to maybe a half a foot if he was lucky, his legs dangling off the luck dragon’s snout.

He had shrunken right out of what was left of his shredded clothes, which lay in tatters around Pohners. The wolf turned around and looked right into his friend’s eyes, which were half-lidded and bemused; they would no doubt go well with the smug smile situated just underneath Frost.

“Oh,” the wolf said.

“Well, this view isn’t so bad, either,” Pohners admitted, bending his snout forward. Frost tumbled off – the fall seemed high at this size, but there was extra cushioning. He had tumbled right down the dragon’s chest and bounced off of his soft stomach, Frost’s descent ending right between the luck dragon’s plush thighs, which half-exposed by the shorts he wore.

It could get dizzying when Pohners really started flexing his size-shifting muscles.

The little wolf got up and stumbled, but before he could react, the luck dragon squished those walls of thick thigh together, leaving only his head poking out.

“Now, you ready to go out?” he asked, his huge body now sitting up and leaning over Frost’s tiny form.

“Okay, okay,” Frost said. “Geeze, I told you I’d be done my game soon.”

A few days had passed since the gaming incident, and Pohners had come back from his one-week hiatus of no size shifting with a vengeance. He had been relentless teasing and toying with Frost. The luck dragon made him memorize a grocery list before shrinking and pocketing him, only bringing him out into the world to serve as that grocery list whenever Pohners forgot what was on it. Mere hours later, back at home, Frost would walk down the hall and suddenly have grown so much that his hips got stuck in the hallway. It was all in good fun, though, and Frost had enjoyed a wide range of sizes both big and small – all at Pohners’ discretion, of course. Even size-shifters had obligations, however, so Frost had been mercifully regrown to his height of six feet while the luck dragon went out into town at his relatively short five-foot stature.

The wolf had decided it was the perfect time to enjoy himself in the shower. Eyes closed and soaking his wet fur while warm water cascaded around him, Frost was more relaxed than he had been all day.

More importantly, with Pohners gone, it meant no size shenanigans for a few hours.

One could say that the wolf let his guard down.

It happened in an instant, and it only took an instant to realize that something was wrong. Frost opened his eyes, confused as to why the water that splashed his back had gone from feeling like droplets to gallons, which, while not hurting him, caused him to stumble forward.

As he opened his eyes to the transformed landscape of soaked porcelain, one name was conjured by his mind: Poh.

Frost must have stood no taller than six inches. He staggered forward against the heavy downpour of warm water, worried that it might be strong enough to knock him on his stomach at this height. He scrambled away from the drain, just in case he might somehow get small enough to be swept away in it – though he hoped Pohners was responsible enough not to shrink him that far.

Then, he heard the bathroom door open.

A familiar silhouette was outlined by the shower curtain: somewhat chubby with a long, wagging tail. That enormous figure hummed, and Frost’s eyes widened as he saw what was no doubt the luck dragon stripping out of his clothes.

Frost surveyed the high walls leading out of the shower. A mere step away for him seconds ago, at his current size it was an insurmountable wall. He tried to scramble up, but it was wet and smooth, causing him to slide down in seconds.

“Great,” he growled.

“Ah, great,” Pohners’ voice came from overhead, sounding quite pleased while ironically mimicking the unheard Frost. “How nice of him to leave the shower running for me.” Pohners pulled back the shower curtain, and Frost expected the luck dragon to look down at him. Instead, those white dragon feet, longer than Frost was tall, stepped right over him, and with footsteps that slapped and thudded against the wet ground, Pohners slipped in and took Frost’s place in the shower.

It was truly a sight to behold. What poured from the showerhead now looked like a waterfall cascading down from the luck dragon’s immense nude form. It spilled from his shoulders, down the curve of his stomach, and positively poured down his crotch – the sight of which made Frost blush, as he was reminded that Pohners wasn’t the only nude one here.

However, it seemed only one of them was aware that the two roommates shared a shower. Pohners, for his part, already had his eyes closed while he contentedly soaped his head of brown and blue-tipped hair.

Frost had no idea what to do. He just looked up at the giant, wondering how Pohners couldn’t notice him. He knew he was there, right? Could the luck dragon’s powers malfunction? A million possibilities ran through his mind as he wondered how to escape being trapped in the shower with his giant, nude friend. Frost tried to call out to the luck dragon from up above, but the roar of shower water drowned his voice out – not to mention Pohners had started humming a tune to himself.

The wolf contemplated running up to Pohners and tapping at his feet, but the dragon beat him to that and made the entire shower situation all the more dangerous. He wasn’t just singing, now.

He was dancing.

The dragon started to shimmy his wide hips, those tree trunk legs of his shaking to whatever earworm was stuck in his head. Frost had to admit, it was quite the sight, with those masculine bits swaying overhead. When Poh turned, he showed off his wide tail and the bouncing, bubbly backside underneath, each cheek now larger than Frost himself.

He only caught that breathtaking view for a few moments before Pohners turned back around. Frost cried out, dropping straight to the ground with an “Oof.” But it was better than to risk being stepped on by the luck dragon foot that had just swept overhead, narrowly stepping down behind him.

As Frost pulled himself back up and planned on fleeing to the far end of the shower, he found that foot had retracted for a moment, only to come rushing forward. Frost was bowled right over, and he realized he was pinned. He yelled, bracing himself as he expected Pohners to step right down onto him with all of that great, crushing weight.

Except that didn’t happen.

Slowly opening his eyes, Frost stared past the set of head-sized dragon toes that pressed against his chest while water pooled around him. He looked up in awe, gaze sweeping the dragon’s bulky body, Pohners’ hands resting on his hips while he smiled down at Frost.

“Poh!” Frost exclaimed, waving his arms. “Poh, it’s me!”

“Oh, Frost! Decided to join me?” Pohners asked. And judging by the dragon’s expression, Frost was certain that this had been no accident. “Or maybe to get a peek at your roommate?” The luck dragon drummed his chin as if considering the situation.

“Come on, unshrink me!” Frost yelled, but he could barely even hear himself over the roaring shower waterfall – there was no hope of those words reaching all the way up to Pohners.

“Sorry, buddy, can’t hear ya. But, hey… while you’re here. How about we kill two birds with one bar of soap?”

Frost wasn’t quite sure if that poor analogy was meant to be a joke, but if it meant Poh lifting his restricting weight off of him, the wolf didn’t mind. Soon, though, he found himself going from one prison to another – Pohners lifted his foot up only to wrap his hand around Frost before scooping him up. It was moments like these that Frost balked at the idea that he could ever think of Pohners as “short.” He was just a doll in the dragon’s hand – a doll that Pohners happily rubbed right against a bar of soap. Frost gagged, screwing up his face as the soap seeped into his fur.

“Perfect!” Pohners exclaimed, raising the sudsy wolf just in front of his face. Frost spat and sputtered, giving an indignant look to his giant friend. At least the luck dragon wasn’t holding him underneath the relentless torrent of hot water, instead electing to keep him just outside of it, in front of his snout.

“Thanks a lot. I’m all clean,” Frost said sarcastically, still trying to spit traces of soap from of his mouth.

This close, the dragon seemed to actually hear him. “Oh, that wasn’t to clean you,” he said. Frost found himself being drawn closer and closer to Pohners’ chest. “It was so that you could help clean me.”

Frost stayed silent, knowing his protests would go unheard as he was smooshed up against the chubby dragon. He had been reduced to a fuzzy, handheld loofah, wriggling in Pohners’ grasp. The cleaning process involved Frost being scrubbed anywhere and everywhere across the landscape of chubby luck dragon body. It started out innocently enough; he was dragged along the dragon’s front and broad back. Then, he was brought down from that back to the base of Pohners’ tail, and, as the luck dragon continued to hum his song, Frost found himself being smushed right up against that round, white backside – soft enough that his body dimpled against Pohners’ cheeks.

Frost didn’t bother trying to fight back – not that he wanted to. As the shock of being small and used as a sponge wore off, Frost found himself enjoying the sensation of being rubbed against his friend’s bigger body.

And as he was brought around to Pohners’ front, he realized the luck dragon was enjoying it quite a bit, too. The soaped-up wolf was used to wash off the dragon’s balls. When he was brought just above those balls, Frost could tell, even through the watery, soap-slathered haze of white fur, that the appendage he was rubbing against was quite hard. Frost sputtered, traces of pre managing to get into his mouth.

The luck dragon seemed content to use him as a crotch sponge longer than anywhere else. Up and down he went with no sign of stopping, more than a bit embarrassed that Pohners seemed to be enjoying using his tiny body here, of all places.

Then, just as Frost didn’t think he could handle any more luck dragon junk squished against his face, there was a squeak from the shower handle, and the rumbling waterfall stopped. Still, Frost found himself held to that wet and pre-slicked crotch for a few moments, as if Pohners was hesitant to pull him away. However, the luck dragon did finally pull Frost away. Pohners stepped out of the tub, bringing the handheld wolf along with him.

After being deposited onto the bathroom floor, the tiny wolf started panting. While being used and abused as a sponge, he had been able to breathe, but never catch his breath. Only now, as Pohners pulled a towel down from the rack, could he truly rest.

Or so he thought.

Pohners turned to his little friend and gave a mischievous smile. “Here, catch,” he said, and before Frost could react, a clean white towel blanketed the sky and came falling down over him on all sides. It wasn’t painful when it landed, but it was heavy, and he nearly fell to the ground against its weight.

He likely would have, if not for Pohners’ intervention.

Though still tiny, Frost felt himself growing into the towel around him. Its sides pooled around him, so he must have been small, just not nearly as small as before. Totally draped in that white towel, Frost no doubt looked like a little, non-threatening, two-foot-tall ghost.

He went to pull himself out from under the towel when he felt two huge hands pressing on either side of him. “Poh…” Frost groaned, but it was too late. Those insistent hands rubbed the towel all over him. At this height, it was a quick way to dry Frost off, but by the time it was over, Pohners pulling the towel away and letting it lay in front of Frost, the wolf’s fur had been affected by the static, and was now sticking up in strands everywhere.

Pohners snickered while Frost folded his arms.

“Okay, my turn,” the luck dragon said. Frost tugged at the oversized towel. He could still lift it, though it took some effort. He offered it to the luck dragon, who just arched a brow. “Hey, I dried you off.”

“I’m also a certified midget,” Frost said.

“Excuses,” Pohners tutted. “Come on.” The luck dragon squatted down, and he still stood a head taller than Frost. Having that bulky body brought up close to Frost made him feel even smaller. Water still dripped from the white dragon’s fur, and he looked to his wolf friend expectantly.

“You owe me for this,” Frost said.

“The privilege of drying me off?” Pohners swiveled himself around, baring his back to Frost. “Nonsense. That’s probably at least seven years’ good luck!”

As much as he grumbled about it, Frost didn’t mind running the towel across his friend’s soft body. He dabbed at the supple, white fur, tracing the towel along the oversized luck dragon’s back. The tail and butt were just as easy, and even Pohners’ slightly flabby front was simple enough – though his hands sank the slightest bit into that pudge.

Things got more challenging when Pohners stood up. Frost started drying the dragon’s thighs when he began to pet Frost’s head. He looked quizzically up at the dragon – an embarrassing act in its own right, as he had to stare up past the white dragon’s crotch. Then, Frost felt himself grow. Not much, only a few inches, until he was the perfect height to have his face smooshed once more between Pohners’ legs. The hand that had been petting him a moment ago now pressed more insistently, pinning his muzzle there.

“Hey, didn’t you get enough of me in the shower?” Frost sputtered, his words half-muffled as he tried to push himself free. His hands practically sank into Pohners’ thighs, though, and the giant’s hand on the back of his head may well have weighed a ton at this height.

“Never enough,” Poh flirted, pushing just the slightest bit harder, giving Frost a smothering face full of luck dragon crotch. “But…” As Frost was still held against Pohners’ crotch, he felt his face grazing higher territories on the luck dragon’s body. From his crotch to his soft middle, then up to his chest. Soon, the two were the same height, and, as Frost could once again look back down at the luck dragon, he felt that he had comfortably returned to his own size range.

“Finally,” Frost said.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” Pohners teased.

The two strolled back through their apartment in the nude. Frost retired to his own bedroom, worn out and ready for sleep. However, as he threw on a shirt and pulled on a pair of pajama pants, he realized that something was amiss.

Mainly because, the second he let go of the waistband of his pajama pants, they fell away, much too large for him.

Frost grimaced. He thought he had been done with size-shifting for tonight. At least this height difference wasn’t too extreme. His shirt was now oversized, draping more than it should have, and he couldn’t even wear his pants – he must have stood about as tall as Pohners.

At least, that’s what he thought.

“Hey, buddy?” Pohners asked, stumbling into the room. Frost looked up at the white dragon, who wore a tight-fitting pajama shirt that had his stomach hanging out. Not to mention an extra-snug pair of shorts. “I was wondering if I could borrow some of your clothes tonight – hit a bit of a growth spurt. Coincidentally, to exactly your height.”

Frost just stood there, arms folded as his ill-fitting pajama shorts remained pooled around his ankles.

“Oh! Perfect. You shrank down to exactly my height,” the luck dragon said. He started stripping right there in Frost’s room. The wolf had to admit, his size-shifting friend was the most forward person he knew.

“Poh,” Frost said, “don’t you think it’s time for bed?”

“You ever used a luck dragon for a bed?” Pohners offered, gesturing to his body, which looked even bigger in those undersized clothes. “Very comfortable.”

Frost felt himself heat up a bit under his fur. “Alright, alright,” he said, stripping out of his pajamas.

The two soon swapped their current outfits. Even though they had changed sizes, the fits were still awkward. Now five feet tall, Frost had to tighten Pohners’ borrowed pajama shorts as much as possible, considering his thinner frame. Pohners, on the other hand, still looked like he was too big for Frost’s pajamas. Not that it was a bad look, Frost admitted.

“C’mon,” Pohners said, and Frost was surprised when the luck dragon bent down and swept him off his feet. Frost found himself carried right onto his bed – a single, so it would be cramped, no doubt just the way Pohners liked it.

Under the blankets and with his head pressed to a soft luck dragon chest, Frost supposed jumping from one random size to the next wasn’t all bad. Or any bad at all. As the two cuddling roommates drifted off to sleep, Frost wondered what his capricious yet flirtatious friend Poh might have in store for them in the coming days.