Blow Your Horn (Patreon)

(contains macro male growth, minor weight gain, nose growth, implied vore)

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Bus wheels squealed along the pavement as it arrived at its next stop. A second later the whole rectangle frame rocked violently until an elephant passenger wiggled out the front door. Desmond stumbled several heavy steps onto the sidewalk, ignoring the death glares of other passengers that he inadvertently tossed in their seats. With a quick straightening of his hoodie and duffle bag, he began the arduous half-mile trek back home. Being forced to go out in public on grocery shopping days were the worst.

“Oh...my god!”

Case in point, the strange cat man sitting on the bus bench gawking up at the thick pachyderm. Desmond was around nine feet tall and three tons of mass, so this was a typical reaction. It still made his trunk nose wiggle with annoyed disgust every time it happened. No wonder women hated being eyed like prized meat.

Apparently Desmond was so captivating that he caused the man to miss the bus. There was a schedule for transit to uphold, and the driver was probably glad to be rid of the excess weight. This must not have been a big deal for the cat either, for Desmond stopped only a few yards down a neighboring hiking trail before turning to see them on his thin little tail.

“Um...can I help you?”

“You’re beautiful!”

The statement was said so casually, and without hesitation it caught Desmond by surprise. Stumpy feet thudded on the pavement in his slow turn to face this new admirer. They were of an exotic coloration under that coat and suit, hair rested as a straight snowy white top and cut short above the neck. Dark blue facial fur contrasted against the bright sky blue of his muzzle. It sort of highlighted the sparkle of their grey eyes as they scanned over every curve of elephant fat.

Desmond swallowed the lump in this throat, hoping he was not blushing. “Uh, what?”

That snapped the cat out of his admiration session. With a hard shake of the head, he bounded forward, offering a hand. “Oh, sorry! I got a bit lost there. I’m Vies. Vies Augmento.”

“That’s a mouthful. Most people just call me Desmond, or Dessy.” Desmond took the hand in a gentle shake. His thick digits easily wrapped around the cats entire palm with ease. Another common occurrence when dealing with people. “I take it you’ve never seen an elephant before?”

“Oh, heavens! I’ve seen tons of massive beauties before; elephants, hippos, giraffes. It just never gets tiring to meet one up close.”

“Oh…” Desmond glanced down the trail, torn between curiosity over what this guy did to meet fellow giants so frequently and just wanting to go home. “Well, I’ve kind of...got places to be. I’m sorry you might have missed your bus.”

“Who cares about that? I can always grab an Uber.” Vies waved a dismissive paw hand. “Those tiny morons can wait while we have our big lovable fun. Oh, speaking of which!”

Without a warning, Vies whirled in place, sprinting back to the bus stop. Desmond just watched, dumbstruck, later regretting not taking this opportunity to escape. Something about the phrase ‘big lovable fun’ did not sound entirely welcoming. The number of times someone reacted to his excessive bulk with admiration instead of surprise or fear could be counted on one hand. He had no idea how to deal with one so enthusiastic.

A minute later Vies came rushing back with a briefcase in hand. They revealed its importance by opening it in mid-step, fumbling with a slew of small items before apparently pulling out the one he wanted. Being held triumphantly in one hand was a short cone-like device with a dotted mesh dome in its center, like the end of a megaphone without the handle.

“I happen to be an inventor that specializes in devices to help make others’ experiences more enjoyable.” He explained in words that barely made sense to Desmond. “Most of what I brought were boredom projects I wanted to sell off to companies this afternoon, but this baby I was hoping you could help me test out.”

“Yeah, I don’t trust anything without a warranty. Sorry.” Desmond snorted, hoping his scowl and turn to leave would end this conversation.

“I’ll also pay you two hundred bucks for your time.”

“You have my complete attention,” said a much happier Desmond sliding back to Vies. He sort of overshot his step accidently bumping his rounded stomach into the cat’s face. An act that got Vies’ tail thrashing wildly over. “So, what do I do? Yell into it or something?”

“Nope. This goes on your trunk.”

“A nose blower? Seriously?” Hands absently reached up to fiddle with the long dangling facial limb. “Why would anyone even want that?”

“Well, it works just as well without an elephant, but I designed it specifically for people of your...wonderful dimensions.”

“And now I’m having second thoughts-WHOA!? Personal space!”

Before Desmond could think of leaving again, Vies had dropped his briefcase to seize the pachyderm by his nose. A solid yank on the trunk forced Desmond to hunch forward, giving Vies the slack needed for strapping his device over flaring nostrils. Desmond staggered back shaking his head around trying to register the new weight extending his trunk into a cone tip.

“Now then,” Vies said, nearly clapping with joy. “Can you give us a nice big trumpet, please?”

“Ah, what now?” Desmond had barely heard the question still trying to take in the machine weighing down his face.

“A trumpet! You know, that cry you elephants make when blowing out your nose.”

“That’s not exactly how it works but, uh…” It was almost embarrassing to admit that blowing trumpets was not exactly something Desmond did. That was an easy way to get kicked out of a condo with thin walls, after all. On top of that it was mid-afternoon and lots of cars were zipping past. “Is this really a good place?”

“As good as any, I’d imagine.” Vies shrugged, leaving Desmond to concede a good point. “Come on! It’ll be awesome for everyone to hear.”

“Ugh! Fine!”

Having money now involved with this interaction did not help moods much. Desmond still just wanted this moment to end more than anything. He took a few steps back, thankful that Vies did not rush forward to his stomach. They needed a little free space when he lifted his trunk, rapidly drawing in air. The rounded section of his middle inflated to an amazing degree that got his feline admirer blushing. Black skin poked out from the widening area between pants and shirt, thrusting a deep belly button towards Vies’s muzzle.

It was almost like watching a balloon inflate. Desmond felt a little off when his lungs finally stopped stretching, leaving his sides noticeably bulging along with his gut. This was a lot more intake than the last time he blew the horn, so to speak. He had not tried this in over a decade, a time when he was considerably smaller.

PPHHRRROOUU!!

After an awkward shuffling to let inflated lungs settle, Desmond wiped his trunk out, presenting its cone accessory like a flag. The strange device oddly had little effect amplifying his roar, which was good given the explosive force already packed into it. Rocks rattled around the pairs feet while plants bowed backward under the pachyderm’s wind. Soon as Desmond was done he immediately hid behind his ears trying to look smaller. Every pedestrian within a mile radius had stopped in search of what could create such a thunderous cry.

Standing in the middle of an open paved trail made hiding hard, even for such a large creature. Desmond could not get his midsection covered under his shirt again, no matter how much he pulled. The damn hem kept shooting back up, wanting to rest on the peak of his bulging stomach.

“That was… awesome!!” Vies was hopping in place, clapping his hands giddily. A pointed smile of fangs stretched to his cat ears. Desmond had never seen a simple act make someone so happy. “Can you do it again? Please!?”

“Seriously!?” Desmond’s face turned a deeper red, hands still struggling to tuck his shirt in. Being a naturally big guy made it fairly common for clothes to feel like they had ‘shrunk.’ Plus, this cat’s childish greed was too distractingly annoying for him to question it. “I did what you asked. Can I just have my money and go home?”

“But you’re so cool!” Vies’s eyes sparkled in that way cats do to look cute. “Now you got an audience gathering to show what you’re made of. Come on! One more go!”

Giving the kitten eyes was almost unnecessary. Desmond absorbed praise almost as greedy as his gut liked air. On top of the fact no one in his life had ever referred to his massive ass as ‘cool’ had reduced him to a lump of grey and black putty.

There was no backing down from that. With a surge of malnourished ego, Desmond spaced his wide feet into a better stance to put his back into another rush of air intake.

As the suction of winds passed through Desmond’s puffed trunk, the device filtering it functioned just like Vies had planned. The elephant’s stomach once again surged slowly out, creating a bigger gap between his clothes than last time. His sides equally spread, making his torso considerably round shaped. He enjoyed the suction filling him up so much that it never dawned just how long he could keep it up.

But that was not as enjoyable as watching the rest of Desmond grow. Once his lungs eventually reached full capacity, the horn helped relocate excess air to the rest of his amply available figure. His hoodie zipper snapped, leaving his chest swelling forward, pushing the hem all the way up to his pecs. Even then the fabric ran out of room while his pectorals billowed out with firm rigid muscles. Hands balled into hardened fists before flexing the inflating arms out of their sleeves.

Desmond’s pants suffered a similar fate, busting open the button and zipper to let his hips roll out. Stumpy feet kept shifting heavily against the trail until his stance inched off onto soft grass. The denim appeared to shrink around his broadening stature. Everything strained tight on his pelvis, making it look like he was wearing ridiculous summer shorts, complete with suggestively lewd rips. Vies could not resist circling the elephant to watch their ass push down the hem with its bulging fat.

TTTHHHHWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Desmond’s jiggling rear proved to be a fatal distraction. He had been inhaling for so long that Vies failed to notice when the elephant finally stopped. The trunk rose into position at a much sharper angle thanks to several extra feet in length and unleashed a sonic blast that rocked the cat straight off his feet.

All sense of logical physics got blown away with Desmond’s second trumpet. Despite expelling air at an alarming rate, his body only swelled upwards and outward with unprecedented weight. What remained of a prized hoodie and pants exploded off the firm pudge, expanding out his form into a huggable pear shape. Elephant feet dug trenches through the ground until smashing through walls of commercial buildings beside the hiking trail. People across the county were emerging onto their porches, wondering why the usual train whistles sounded so wet today.

Spotting a pachyderm flapping its sail-like ears in the distance had them quickly running back inside. Desmond was tooting for several minutes, reaching a good eighty feet tall before the burning of his lungs forced an end.

“Mmmh! Fuck!” Desmond said with a dizzy chuckle. Shooting upward so fast felt oddly like a rapid fall, leaving heavy vertigo in its place. Clumsy footsteps ended up crunching a few fences, and a parked car before the sloshing weight of his laden belly could balance out. Not that it mattered in his bubbly state. He brought hands up to his distended gut to caress it with a hard squeeze. Palms slowly hefted it up far as rough gray and black skin would allow and let it drop with a ‘bwoom’ that echoed across town. “Gawd...so nice!”

Vies was more than happy to enjoy the irony that being stuck under the giant elephants dangling junk was probably the safest place to be. His device had worked more than his wildest dreams could have imagined. The elephant stood in a wide stance, making his thick thighs and flaccid member some kind of decorative archway across the hiking trail under them. It was a glorious sight that made Vies regret not having his cellphone on hand. The sight of such a thickened elephant playing with his trunk was too adorable now that his schnoz dangled all the way to his belly button.

Something glinted at the end of nostrils big enough for cars to drive through. It was unexpected, but welcomed, to see the cone somehow remained attached to Desmond’s trunk despite being insignificant in size. The thought it might still function under these circumstances was all the motivation Vies needed.

“Again!” He shouted up at Desmond, unable to see anything beyond the mountainous belly and butt. “Do it again! Give the world a big blow!”

Several stories above, the elephant’s ears flapped, large gusts of wind picking up the cry for an encore. Desmond hardly needed the encouragement at this point. Blowing his nose felt so amazingly empowering it was a pure mystery why he never practiced this before. Rearing head slowly back, his mouth and trunk flared open to take the biggest breath they could.

Earthquakes could be felt a mile around Desmond’s feet, just from the groaning of his muscles alone. Whole buildings became leveled under his girth. Surges in both butt cheeks thrusted a looming shadow over an unexpecting retirement condominium. Without even taking a step, his feet dug up concrete sidewalks and pavement, rendering escape routes impossible. Many other nearby pedestrians were getting the idea and fled to relative safety between the elephant's muscular legs. Having a phallus dangle above with two boulders in a fleshy sack left the view much to be desired.

Desmond breached a bank of clouds before the cotton wisps were sucked into his nostrils. His trunk had inflated into a bulging zeppelin shape trying to take in such a powerful influx of air. If it slowed down his bulking, that certainly did not show. The sag of a black crackly skinned stomach was visible several counties over.

Desmond must have reached skyscraper heights by the time his trunk deflated with the last bits of breath. The few people aware braced for the worst while Vies felt like Christmas had come early. 

SHA-FRRROOOOOOOOHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMM!!

The cry that billowed forth from Desmond’s inflated torso was the blast of legends. Every cloud across the northwest part of the country got blown away, leaving sunshine and rainbows across Montana. Buildings miles away in Seattle shook with an intensity that cracked windows. Those on the higher levels of skyscrapers could only see the bulge of a black-skinned belly squashed between mountain ridges as the source.

Once the cry had finished, Desmond hunched over, gasping for breath. Every inch of his towering fat body leaked a heavy sweat. The poor town his home was in ended up in a brief shower of rather smelly salt rain as a result. Too tired to care about that, he thumped over to a string of hills that were the perfect shape to rest his equally rolling rear on. Each footstep left a crater miles wide, and several yards deep in the short walk alone.

“Well, that was...different?” Desmond said between heaves. Eyes went crossed, awed by the length of his trunk laid to rest well past his feet and down the countryside. It was easily the longest part of his gigantic grown body, at any rate. That was saying something since even sitting down he could see the curve of the planet.

“Hell yeah!” cried a tiny voice that might have been inaudible without the elephants dangling ears. Rising up slightly allowed Desmond to see Vies had somehow come to rest all the way at the tip of his trunk, tail wagging before the tunnel-like nostrils. “Do you think you got one more in you? Pleeeease!?”

“Oh, for the love of…” Desmond huffed, but then another thought brought a disturbing smile to his face. “All right. Just don’t blame me if the planet can’t take it.”

Before Vies could question it, the long tube of muscle under him puffed in the strong flex of its muscles. Pointed feline ears twitched, slightly confused when the sounds of a vacuum cleaner seemed to fill the air.

Everything immediately in front of Desmond’s nostrils held out for exactly six seconds before the building force of suction began uprooting things piece by piece. Trees toppled, houses burst apart, whole cars were flung off the highway. Everything in a large cone miles long was gradually sucked into the void of his nostrils.

It might have been Desmond’s imagination, but the goliath elephant could have sworn Vies was smiling when the trunk vibrations tipped him overboard to join them.