A Transformative Road Trip 1

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#1 of A Transformative Road Trip

Engy has decided to go on a road trip, but what's this? A magic pen, or something more?

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A Transformative Road Trip

Part 1

For Engy

By Draconicon

Engy - he had another name, but he preferred that old nickname - walked out of the family house and slid himself into his car. His bags were packed, his suitcases and his other belongings tossed into the back of the car. Not that he planned to stay away from home for a while or anything like that. No, it just felt right to be prepared for a longer trip than usual, one that might take him who knew where.

The original idea was that he'd go down a state or two, leaving his home beyond for a while, see someone that he had been dating for a while, and then go back home. That was still, for the most part, the plan. However, there was...something new.

As he shut the driver's side door, he looked down at his pocket. Considering that he was wearing a blue bathrobe over his slacks and t-shirt, it was a bit of a silly thing, but what was in his pocket was sillier still.

It was a pen. Not a ring, or a piece of parchment, or anything that one might think of when they were thinking of something magic, but a simple metal pen. However, it meant something, because it hadn't been in his room when he'd gone to sleep, and when he woke up, it was standing there, perfectly balanced on a tip that looked sharp enough to cut through wood rather than merely write on paper. And for that matter, the tip was curved, almost more like a claw than the nub of a pen.

He hadn't shown his parents, nor any other members of his family. Instead, he just pocketed it and packed up, preferring to examine it a bit later.

He left it in his pocket for now, turning the key in the ignition and driving down the long driveway. If it was anything like what he thought it was, he wanted to be well away from the house when he finally used it.

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Engy made it about twenty miles from his house when curiosity overwhelmed him. He turned off the highway, found a nice, secluded spot about half a mile from the bigger road, and then put the car in park. As the sun was now well approaching noon, he pulled off his bathrobe and pulled the pen from his pocket again.

He'd been right. The nub where the ink was supposed to come out was more like a claw than anything else, and like a dragon's claw to boot. The pen itself was pure black, which wasn't that different, he supposed, except for the white 'D' that marked it near the spot a clip for the pen might have been.

White on black, with a dragon's claw? If he was going to guess what that meant, he'd only think of one person.

"Drac?" he whispered.

The pen grew warm beneath his hands. He gasped, a grin growing bigger and bigger on his face.

"Oh, wow, oh, fuck, wow."

It wasn't just warm, but hot. He tossed it from hand to hand for a moment or two until, with a whoosh, the pen grew a wing. Then a second one. They spread out wide, growing longer by the second. Engy quickly threw himself to the side, throwing the driver and passenger doors open so that there was room for the wings, and just in time, too. They thrust outwards, growing big enough that they might have carried a person.

Or a dragon.

The pen floated in midair, growing outwards. The pen itself started to thick, becoming almost torso-like, and a pair of arms and legs followed. In short order, they had grown out into scaly limbs, black-scaled and reasonably thick. The torso itself had a muscled chest but a bit of a belly - not much, but noticeable - and where the crotch would have been was a long loincloth of brown leather. It flapped a bit, bulging in places, but not enough for him to see.

As the rest of the dragon's body formed, his head began the process. It followed up with horns, at first, and then the rest of the head flowed up from where the top of the pen had been, almost like the dragon's face was rising from inside a tube. It eventually popped out with a surprising spurt of black ink, which splattered over the seat as the dragon shook his head.

"Well, that was uncomfortable," the black dragon muttered, slapping the side of his head.

"Drac?" Engy asked again, hardly believing what he was seeing, but somehow, believing it just the same. "I mean, really? You...why a pen?"

"Well, it was either transform into something you could carry around or invest in an invisibility spell for the whole time until you were on the road. Oh, man, there's ink in my ears and - oh, boy. One second. You do NOT want this to be a thing."

He didn't ask, and he didn't particularly want to ask. If Drac said that he didn't want to know, then he knew, he didn't want to know.

A bubble of black ink was conjured, pulling itself from all parts of the dragon's body, as well as the back of his seat. Drac flicked his fingers again, sending it out the window to splat against a tree. All the while, Engy was grinning like a fool, his cheeks actually hurting from how big a grin he had.

"So...is this the day?" he asked.

"Hmm?" Drac turned back, blinking those big, empty white eyes of his. "Oh, you mean the day of the TF Trip?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, duh." The dragon chuckled. "I thought me showing up like this would be a good way to kick it off."

"Heh, yeah...yeah..."

He blushed a bit at just how easy Drac was at being in the nude with him. Then again, with that dragon body, was there really any reason not to be completely comfortable? It was like looking at someone that had hit the lottery with their body, and he couldn't blame the black dragon for being completely at ease. The way that he leaned back, the way that he showed off his bulge, the way that he -

"Hey, feet off the dash!"

Swatting his friend - or, well, his transformed friend - at the ankles to keep those big feet off his dashboard, he shook his head.

"So, uh...does that mean that you...um..."

"That I'll be the genie for the trip?"

"...Yeah. I mean, if you just want to hang out, that's fine, too, but, uh..."

"Engy. It's the TF Trip. I'm not gonna be a freeloader here. I bring the magic, you bring the car and the wishes." The black dragon grinned. "Let's go change the USA."

"...Can I change myself first?"

It felt a bit selfish asking that, all things considered. After all, having a genie, being able to change things, able to make people and places different, and the first thing that he did was ask about himself? He wanted to take it back as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

Then Drac reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, black scales against pale flesh. He blushed again as the dragon smiled at him.

"I think that's the best start. You wanna be the best you can, right?"

"Yeah, heh," he chuckled nervously.

"So. Full Engy, huh? Metal-armed, or -"

"No." He shook his head. "I want it to be all natural. All...all me. New start, right?"

"New start it is. So, to make it official?"

"Huh? Oh, right. Ahem." Clearing his throat, he took a deep breath. He leaned away from the chair, just in case his wings would be in the way, too. "I wish to turn into the Engy that I'm imagining right now."

"Very good, very good..."

Draconicon raised his hands, black fires burning at his fingertips, and then pointed them at him. Engy braced himself, waiting for the tingle that he had always imagined would come with this sort of thing, and he wasn't disappointed. As the black fire settled into his skin, he felt a sort of prickling warmth, almost like when he'd been running or exercising for too long and was just starting to get that sweat that didn't want to come out. Except, this time it felt...pleasant, in a way, almost like he was sweating out the parts of him that he didn't want.

He looked down at himself, waiting for the first sign of his new self to show. He wondered, would it be scales? Muscle? Height? Would he be ripping through his clothes, or would Drac have taken care of that?

He got his first answer as he looked down at his hands, seeing them go from pale to yellow on the back and along the palms, his fingers slowly getting thicker, wider, but not to the point of going stubby. They started to swell forward, growing longer, his hands getting bigger than they should have been for human hands.

As the nails started to grow out into claws and he started to hyperventilate, Drac was there, an arm on his shoulder.

"Breathe through it."

"Trying. Oh god, oh god, this isn't a mistake, is it?"

"Not a chance in hell. You're getting to be the you that you always wanted. Embrace it. Love it."

Engy nodded, trying to keep that in mind, but it was still so weird to say goodbye - even if possibly temporarily - to the body that he had had all his life. It was being turned into a better one, a nicer one, but fuck. He didn't know how it was going to feel when he was all scaly rather than all fleshy.

His belly was getting pulled in, losing some of the stuff that he had put on since he had gone back to his home life. Scales were running up his arms and over his shoulders, and he could feel that prickle-tickle-pleasure-itch following it. He took a few deep breaths, feeling his chest filling out with muscle, pushing at his shirt and his pants. He half-expected both of them to tear at any second.

Yet, they didn't. Instead, they expanded to fit him, and then, surprisingly, seemed to disappear into his robe, as if they had never been. The fluff of the blue bathrobe against his skin was nice, and against his scales, it was even nicer.

"Oh. OH!"

He gasped, feeling the tingle running down his back and up his neck. The feeling of his tail starting to pop in was weird enough, but the feeling of the horns, of the slow stretch of his face? Oh, god, that was even weirder. It felt like someone was both pulling at the sides of his face and slowly pushing from the inside out, gently guiding it and shaping it into something that was more...more him.

More dragon.

More Engy.

He was panting now, and he was breathing in more than just the smell of trees, dust, and sun. He was breathing in the smell of dragon, the hot, musky scent that was coming from the seat beside him. Having Draconicon watch him was bad enough, but smelling that...it helped.

"Drac...Drac, do you mind, uh..."

"Go ahead, man."

Nodding, Engy dove face-first into the black dragon's groin, taking in another deep breath of that musk. It helped him deal with the painless but weird 'ripping' feeling that came from his back as his wings popped out, or the feeling of his spine slowly dragging out into a tail that fattened almost immediately. He groaned as he sucked in a breath, forcing himself to just take in that musk, the distracting pheromones, and enjoy it. He was getting something that he deserved, dammit. There was no reason to get all worked up about this for the bad reasons or in the bad way.

As the scales spread across his body, the 'weird' feelings started to feel more natural. The bits and bobs that were human slowly faded away, replaced by the hard and soft features of a dragon. His pants were gone, giving him space for his butt as it grew and consumed the back of his chair. His feet were too big for the pedals, but he could deal with that. His stomach rumbled, more than hungry enough for his usual load of nuggets and fries and then some. And then -

Pulse.

Churn.

POOMF!

"Mmmmmmmmph..."

His fingers gripped the car seats so hard that he knew that they were ripping. He groaned under his breath, huffing against the other dragon's cock and balls as he felt his own starting to swell, filling up and churning like mad. They already pressed down against the seat, but now they were filling, churning, rolling, spreading. His legs were forced apart by his own balls, and he could feel them getting even bigger.

"I think we should be out of the car."

And then they were, just as Drac said it. The black dragon gently held him, petting him as he went to all fours, huffing musk while his balls grew in. He groaned under his breath, feeling his tail rising up over his ass, his cock dragging down, then getting pushed up by his balls. They were dropping, dropping, dropping until they touched the grass under him, and then they started swelling out again.

Oh fuck...oh fuck, they're so full. Oh my god, so big...balls...big...hefty...BALLS!

They grew right to the size of big watermelons before they were done, and he moaned under his breath as they finally came to a halt. He huffed and puffed, and needed to be slowly lifted to his feet when he caught his breath.

He had changed. His robe remained, but his other clothes were gone. He was barefoot, but his scales meant that he was barely aware of the gravel under them. His balls hung forward almost to his knees, but it was something that he could bear in this new body. He could feel his cock hanging down, and...and for once, he didn't feel embarrassed. It was big enough to be proud of. Wings, big butt, scaly body...he was...he was Engy, properly.

"Now, you might want to make another wish," Drac said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah." The black dragon gestured to the car. "That might have held one dragon. Don't think it's fitting two."

"...Good point."

The End

Summary: Engy has decided to go on a road trip, but what's this? A magic pen, or something more?

Tags: M/solo, M/M, dragon, Draconicon, road trip, transformation, magic, musk, nudity, big balls, ball growth, species transformation, TF, cock growth, ass growth, potential series,