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Matt could not believe Jack was making him go to his stupid roleplaying game night thing again. The whole thing was so stupid and annoying, and weird. Jack has been going to game nights with his friends for a long time and luckily Matt has been able to escape it. But when accidentally admitted that he had nothing to do tonight, Jack forced him to go. He couldn't get out of it and now he was with these losers.

They were playing some kind of board game, Matt had no idea what it was, nor was he interested. It was all loser's games. Oh, he would rather be out partying right now anyways. Had something to do with fantasy and wizards and stuff see, it didn't make sense. Honestly, Matt was just sitting there looking at his phone the whole time.

"Matt, are you sure you don't want to play?" asks Jack, looking up at Matt from over his cards.

Matt rolled his brown eyes. "Yeah I'm sure, I don't even want to be here anyway," Matt mumbled to himself under his breath on the last part.

"It's so cool you brought a friend along with you Jack! More members, even if he isn't really playing!" Ian commented, a bright smile on the boy's face. His eyes were lit up in happiness behind his glasses.

Jack and Matt have been best friends since elementary school, but when they reached College they started separating a little bit. They still hung out like now, but Jack has found his own friends. Jack has always been a little nerdy, Matt on the other hand is more of a party type. His new friends are typically some people that would never be caught dead with oh, he's lucky this little get-together is in the back of some random game shop that no one comes to.

"I move my knight to E4, destroying your ogre!" John says, moving his piece across the board, slamming down another card.

"Ha, you might have destroyed my ogre but that doesn't compare to my most powerful beast! Dragon, to F7!" Jack replies, pulling out his own card with a smile. Everyone at the table, besides Matt, groans in despair and laughs.

"Pht, a dragon, what a joke," Matt whispers to himself. He can't believe his once childhood friend was this bad. Honestly, he should just dump him and move on, it wasn't worth hanging around him anymore. It's ruining his reputation and ability to get with girls.

"Hey! I don't like how you talk like that, making fun of Jack and us!" Ian says, an angry tone in his voice. He's looking at Matt with upset and mad eyes now, instead of the joyous ones before.

"Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it? This whole thing is stupid, make-believe! I shouldn't have come here anyway," Matt complained, fed up with this whole thing.

Ian stood up, hands on the table. Everyone around them had stopped talking, even Jack looked a little annoyed with Matt at this point. "I would just stop if I were you, if you aren't going to participate, just leave!"

Matt shoved his phone in his pocket and stood up, finally! "Good, I will leave. See you later Jack, or maybe not," Matt said, walking out of the room.

"I hope you come to realize stuff like this isn't for losers, you picking on friends is the loser behavior. You'll see," Ian called after him. Matt looked back at the table behind him, all of them watching him go. Matt just rolls his eyes at the useless threat, what could a bunch of nerds do anyways?

Walking out of the empty The Cool Game Store, Matt calls up an Uber to head to his apartment. Jack decided to live with one of his friends Zane he met at University first year. The guy was cool, but most importantly he minded his own business. Shivering in the cold breeze waiting for his ride, Matt felt like he needed a long shower after tonight. His whole body felt tingly, probably their weirdness trying to rub off on him.

Finally, back home Matt unlocked their tiny apartment. It wasn't a lot, as he really didn't want to spend more money than he needed. But both he and Zane decorated it as best they could, hanging up cool car posters and lights.

"Hey Zane, I'm back," Matt comments, walking over towards the fridge, scratching his stomach as he goes.

"Matt, dude, I've got this new game you should come check it out," Zane replies, not even looking away from the tv in the living room. Matt looks over from the fridge to see what he's playing.

"Nah, maybe later man. I've had enough games tonight. I'm just going to eat and go to bed." Matt has had a long night, and he's feeling really tired already. He's got a class in the morning anyway, Calculus so he can't miss it.

His stomach rubbles, making its hunger known. Looking in the fridge he pulls out some leftover veggie and chicken stir fry. But glancing at it he feels it's not enough, so he grabs their whole roasted chicken they have too. They meant to save it for later this week when they make a casserole that lasts them a while, but oh well. Bringing all the food back to his room, Matt shuts his door and sits. With a sigh, Matt starts to stuff his face. He feels ravenous, hungrier than he's ever felt before. His hands tear into the chicken as he scarfs it down. Honestly, it's like he's not even tasting it.

It goes down easy, flowing down his throat until he feels stuffed. Leaning back into his chair Matt pats his full stomach, letting out a loud burp. He feels so full, satisfied with the meal. Rubbing his stomach, looking at the slightly bloated belly.

Getting up from his chair, Matt makes his way over to his bed, way too tired to do his nightly routine. Sliding in the comfy sheets, it takes a few minutes of shifting and moving things around before Matt feels comfortable enough to close his eyes and head off into the world of dreams.

They were filled with fire and warmth. It was like he was burning up from the inside, but it was natural and good. The rest of his body felt so cold, so the heat was a relief. Flashes of caves and wind against his body filled his mind. The breeze brushing against his smooth, large body.

Awaking with a jolt, Matt takes in his surroundings, a little confused with where he is. His gray sheets are tangled around his body, trapping his flailing limbs. Coughing a little Matt sits up and looks at the clock. It's time for him to get up and head to class, which he weirdly feels like completely ignoring at this point. His dream makes him feel so confused and disoriented.

Getting out of bed, Matt heads towards the shower first. The water feels nice on his skin, making sure to use plenty of soap to leather his body. His stomach looks a little bloated, likely from his large meal last night. His cock though looks a little smaller. And it's not getting hard either, as his usual masturbation in the morning to get him through the morning seems like it's not going to happen. Whatever, it's probably fine.

After drying off Matt noticed his skin was super dry, and really itchy too. The towel seemed to peel off dry skin off the top, leaving even more dry skin underneath. Annoyed, Matt applies some lotion before getting dressed. He was going to be late if he didn't hurry.

Grabbing his things Matt heads towards the door. Zane is in the kitchen eating breakfast.

"Hey man, off to class?" Zane asks, mouth full of cereal.

Matt nods, slipping on his shoes. They fell a bit tight, and he might be needing some new ones soon.

"Yeah, I've got math. I'll see you later," Matt replies.

They live next to campus so the walk isn't far. His tan shorts and t-shirt feel kind of tight as he walks, rubbing against his dry skin.

The lecture hall is one of the bigger ones, fitting over a hundred kids in the room. Picking a spot near the middle, Matt takes his seat and checks his social media until the professor arrives. People filter in around him, but he knows no one in the class. All his friends don't really come to their classes as much as they should. The only other person Matt knows who cares a lot about grades is Jack. Jack, hm maybe he was a little harsh to him last night. Oh well.

By the time the professor arrived, a short man who was way too passionate about calc, Matt was already ready to leave and go home. He felt restless, constantly needing to move and shift. His skin felt so raw too, red and itchy like never before. Maybe he was allergic to something he didn't realize. His arms were red and flaky, little flakes of skin coming off with each pass of his hands.

Looking closer Matt's concern grew, his skin was so dry it looked like little scales on his arms. That couldn't be good. Maybe he should see a doctor or something.

"Matt! I asked you what you got for this derivative, you need to pay some attention in my class, otherwise, just don't be here," the professor calls out into his mic. Startled, Matt looks down at his professor who is looking angrily up at him from over his glasses. On the board is some confusing derivative with weird limits he has no idea how to do.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea how to do the problem," Matt calls down, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. A few hairs fall loses unknowing to him.

"Pay better attention, thank you," the professor says, continuing the lecture. Matt doesn't really like his professor and has hated him since the first day. The only reason the professor knows his name is because he went to one office hour to get help. And just made things more confusing anyways. God, why was his professor so annoying. That plump, rude man just needed to go away. He would make a wonderful meal.

Where did that thought come from?....

Matt sat straighter in his chair, a little worried by his own thoughts right then. Was that even him? Why would he think his professor could be a meal anyways?

Shaking his head, more hair flew out. Focus Matt. Picking up his pencil, his nails a little longer than normal, he writes down the notes on the board.

When class is over Matt grateful books it out of there. He passes by a few of his friends, waving hi as he goes. But each interaction just gets more on his nerves. All he wants to do is head back to his bed and lay down. Maybe get some more food too.

Thoughts of red meat and chicken flood his mind, making his stomach growl and rumble. Rubbing his stomach Matt licks his lips, saliva flooding his mouth.

Someone steps in front of his view, blocking his way. "Hello sir, have you heard of our program at the church? We are looking for new members and you look perfect!"

Eyes flashing, Matt growls at the lady, who quickly backs off.

Matt doesn't even think about his actions, mind on the food and bed. Walking back as fast as he can, he scratches all the way.

Finally, home Matt slams open the door and stalks over towards the fridge. Grabbing the rest of the food, like the stakes they keep in the freezer and frozen chicken tenders, Matt carries it to his room. Lights off, door closed Matt inhales the food, ravenous. His sharp teeth tear into the feast, the food sliding down into his rounder stomach. His only thought on his mind is to eat as much as he can just in case.

Matt doesn't notice as his body begins to expand, growing in size with each bite and swallow. His stomach pushes out even more, rounding out, not really considered fat though. His ass though balloons wider and bigger behind him. It gets big enough to lift him farther off his bed. Thighs widen and inflate, rubbing together with each motion.

"More, more, more!" Matt mumbles to himself, almost out of the food. But he's slowing down a little. Burping to let out the air, Matt leans back in his sheets and rubs his full stomach. Smiling Matt closes his eyes in peace.

"Matt, I'm home! I've got news!" Matt hears from the door open. Looking towards the door Matt frowns.

"Matt, dude are you home?" Zane calls. Matt feels really annoyed right now like everything will set him on edge.

Zane suddenly bursts through the door. Squinting, Zane says, "Why are all your lights off man, I can see your figure on your bed? Are you sleeping? Shit, sorry man."

Matt replied, "Nah, I'm awake," Another burp letting out at the beginning of his sentence.

Zane sighs in relief, flicking on the lights. "You wouldn't believe it. Jessica, you know that girl from psych, she-"

Matt watched from his nest as Zane's mouth opened and his eyes widened in shock.

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you look like that?"

Matt cocked his head in confusion. Wrong with him? Looking down Matt doesn't notice anything wrong. It was just his body, big and plump like it's always been. Wait, he was looking a little green on his legs, maybe he really did have a rash.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but we are out of food by the way. So go stock up human," Matt calls, dismissing Zane with a wave of a hand. Reaching into his teeth to pick out some food between his canines. Struggling a little, his body seems to listen as his nails grow longer and push out of his nail beds. The nails are darker and point off, becoming deadly.

"Dude, something is seriously wrong with you... And why are you talking like that? Spending too much time with those losers like Jack?" Zane replies, backing slowly out of the door.

Matt growls, thoughts of Jack flooding his mind. That man, so annoying but also, so... Matt didn't even have words for it. He wanted to see Jack.

"Get out! Get out now!" Matt growls, shifting in his nest. More loose skin peels off, revealing green and yellow scales underneath.

Zane nods, eyes still wide. The door slams shut, Matt is left alone again.

Jack. Oh, Jack and his nerdy little group. For some reason, the thought of Jack sent Matt spirally. He felt himself grow hard in his ripped pant pieces. He should hate Jack, never want to see him again. But Jack should be here. He should be in his room with him right now, in his bed with him too. Their nest might be a little too small right now, but Matt would make a better one.

Shifting, Matt moans as his dick is squeezed between his thighs. The pleasure feels good, but not right either. He continues to rock, his mind running wild with thoughts. Where was his mate? His big, strong mate with his large barbed cock? He needed it now.

Picking up his phone, struggling a little with the buttons, Matt dials Jack. After a few rings, the boy picks up.

"Oh hey Matt, didn't really think you would call me any time soon to be honest. But thanks for coming with me last night, even if you didn't like it" Jack starts.

Matt rumbles, as tingles racing up his spine as he hears that voice. "Jack, come over right now!" Matt commands.

Silence, then, "What? Right now?"

Matt nods, rocking a little more on his muscled thighs. His hips flare out a little, bones cracking and shifting. The pleasure in his little cock, shrinking with little spurts of pre-jizz, distracting him from his shaping bones.

"Yes, now!" Matt rumbles, happy at the thought.

"Uh, ok, I'll head out now. See you in a few, Matt," Jack replied, ending the call after.

Matt's mouth curled back, satisfied. Mate, he was coming. Rocking again, his dick shrinks again. But it just feels amazing, right. Throwing his balding head back, Matt leans forward and rubs his tip against the sheets. Inch by inch it goes, shriveling up. He gets so lost in the movement he doesn't notice other changes, like more scales or the rest of his hair falling out. Tiny light green scales replace the hair.

"Matt, the door was unlocked and you weren't answering the door, but it was open. Is Zane here?" Jack calls out into the apartment.

Matt crawls out of his bed, but the cracking in his changing legs stop him from moving further. Arching off the floor Matt trills to let his mate know he is here.

"Matt?..." Jack calls again, opening the door to Matt's room slowly. With a gasp, Jack steps back, hands over his mouth.

The sight before him is horrible. Matt, or who he thinks is Matt, has his lengthening back arched into the air. Something long and scaly is pushing out above his ass. Matt seems to be grunting, pushing as the thing grows. A tail...

"Matt, what happened to you?" Jack calls softly, panic leaking into his voice.

"Jack, cock, for my eggs, need," Matt calls out, voice higher yet scratchy.

His cock was gone at this point, nothing but a little clit above his growing hole. His balls had already been sucked up, forming into a place to grow eggs and hold them. The place where his balls used to belong to has a widening vagina now. It's wet and throbbing, the pussy lips fat and needy. Scales grow around the vagina as it grows deeper and longer, preparing for a large dragon cock.

Matt shifts so his large body is facing backward towards Jack, showing off his new addition which is just absolutely dripping. The tail above it has fully grown in at this point, reaching the floor. Scales and spikes litter it as well, perfect for protecting the babies.

But Jack can see the other changes too. Matt's eyes are crossed in pleasure as his body transforms, eyes turning yellow with black slits. Horns push harshly out of his head, facing cracking and shifting into a muzzle. Matt seems to long his new tongue, moving the long red thing back and forth between his razor-sharp teeth.

"Jack, need, need!" Matt calls again, looking back over at him.

By this point, Matt's body barely fits in the room. He's grown so big and wide, ass inflated below the tail, that Matt has to rest his shifting hands on the bed to support himself. Fingers and toes stiffen, pulse, and crack. The hands fracture and form into new claws and paws. The nails are ready to tear into a live animal.

Jack tries to back slowly out of the room, terrified for his own life and for his best friend. Matt was now a dragon somehow, a female dragon too if that pulsing pussy was anything to go by.

But yellow eyes lock into Jack's, narrowing in anger as Jack tries to leave. Jack stops moving, his breathing picking up in worry.

Matt's muzzle shifts into what Jack thinks is a smile. More sharp spines push out of Matt's back. Blood trails down the scales, dripping onto the floor. But it doesn't seem like Matt is in pain.

No, quite the opposite. Matt arches again, throwing his head back in a roar that leads into a moan. His already wide stomach pooches out, even more, eggs forming in his lower belly. Each egg shifts and rubs inside him, growing bigger. Their hard presence is a reminder that they aren't fertilized yet.

"Mate, mate!" Matt growls, pushing his dragon pussy out.

Jack shakes his head and this time actually tries to leave. Running as quickly as he can, Jack races out of the apartment and building, terrified for his life.

Matt's loud roar is deafening behind him. A loud crash and glass breaking followed. Gulping Jack makes a quick prayer. A horny dragon is on the loose.

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