Mass Marketing
I remain firmly convinced that half the products out there exist for the sole purpose of making me feel bad about some aspect of myself. It can never be a option or a whim. No, it has to be a life-altering moment of pure ecstatic perfection that comes from buying the product. Even if it happens to be cinnamon flavored toothpaste. As of yet, the crimson tube sitting on top of my bathroom shelf has yet to lift magically into the air, remove all my dental problems and wink at me knowingly before settling down to some sort of commercial jingle.
The problem is, it's easy to fall for this crap if they hit the right buttons. And staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, pinching the roll around my belly and wondering just exactly how I managed to decide that I desperately needed a six-pack and pectorals to rival fitness stars. What can I say? I'm only human.
Which is why I was standing in a nutrition store staring at the fist-sized bottle on the shelf. It was a new blend of fifteen different herbs and spices, four more than KFC so you know they invested effort in it, which promised so much and yet I knew would deliver so little. The commercials for it were too enticing though. It's bad enough that I want to look like that. It's made even worse by being driven by the desire to also do the horizontal limbo with the models they hire to shill this stuff. Must be kind of what it's like for straight guys watching beer commercials. I know I'd probably start downing a couple of cans of Bud Light if it meant I'd get laid.
While all this is going on in my head, the lizard brain part of me has already grabbed the bottle in a fit of whimsy and taken it to the counter. I barely realize what I'm doing while I have a meta argument with myself over the virtues of advertising and find myself in full control of my faculties with a bag and a receipt. So much for attempting to extol the virtues of wise shopping.
I decide to read the bottle as I'm walking home. Just trying to make out all the print they packed on the back is a challenge alone. A good ninety percent of the stuff they put in this isn't endorsed by the FDA or any other government institution. I'd never even heard of the company before, though they had an impressive name: Mythco Nanotechnologies. Certainly doesn't roll off the tongue. The front of the label proudly proclaims the product's witty name: Power To Scale. Emblazoned across the front is a cartoonishly over-buff dragon also winking at me knowingly. I really wish things I buy would stop winking at me like they have some sort of secret that I don't know about.
Regardless, I forked over the cash for this and since it's not obviously harmful, I steel myself to use it. If it helps, that's fine. If not, perhaps it will still provide me with some vague and rare vitamin that I've been woefully neglecting. At home, I set down the bottle and read the instructions.
"Take one dosage per day with food and drink. Be sure to use at least fifteen minutes before workout for full potency. Report any rash, headache, dry mouth or vertigo to our help line."
Already I'm finding myself concerned about their desire to call them before I even talk to a doctor. I sigh and meter out a dose of the rather foul smelling liquid. Not having much solid to eat at the moment, I resolve to mix it in with one of the diet shakes I'd tried so long ago. They don't work so well when you drink twice the number you're supposed to. After downing the glass, which did a reasonable job of masking the taste, I flop down in front of the television for a moment and try to avoid any more commercials.
After a short while, however, I start to feel fidgety. I start taping my fingers and bouncing my leg. It's like I've suddenly got a surge of energy. It's not long before I'm up off the couch and pacing around the apartment. It's weird and yet kinda nice. Normally I'm completely drained after work, unable to even get up the motivation to do my normal tasks. Now, however, I feel like I have to do something or I'll explode. My eyes fall to the weight bench I'd salvaged from a gym's going out of business sale. Again, another of those purchases I'd always meant to use but some how always managed to avoid actually following through. I settle myself onto it and lay back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment in wonder as I wrap my hands around the bar above me.
It takes a few moments to catch my balance with the weight but after a few reps, I begin to settle into a steady rhythm. It's exhilarating not only because of the endorphins pumping through my body but the fact that I'm finally doing what I always meant to do. No more whining about wasting money on something silly. I feel like this time, something's going to change.
The time flies by as I squeeze our rep after rep. Every motion doesn't seem to wear me down and even though I'm covered in sweat, I can feel my whole body tingling and demanding more. By the time I give out and look up at the clock, I've blown a solid hour on the bench, working on just about every muscle group I had and quite a few I didn't even realize existed. The fact that I lasted that long, that it was even possible, boggled me. I pulled myself up from the bench and glanced back over at the bottle.
Maybe I'd found some truth in advertising for once.
The experience kept me on track for the next few weeks. Everyday I'd do the same thing, it almost became a ritual. Each time, the feeling just got more intense. That stuff was utterly amazing! I didn't even notice many of the changes until they were blatantly obvious. I was simply too wrapped up in the process. My figure filled out nicely, smooth contours of muscle rippling just beneath my skin. My long lusted after six-pack was already starting to develop into an eight pack and my chest was growing to seemingly titanic proportions. After one of my shirts literally ripped open during a workout, I decided that perhaps I should scale up in size. Now I had begun to work out in stretchier materials, which had the added effect of leaving me rather... frustrated as I felt them move over my sweat soaked body after a workout.
Some other changes, seemed stranger, however. The sparse body hair that dusted over all the worst possible areas on my body had all fallen out over the course of the month. By the time I'd gotten to the last few doses, I was smooth as silk, save for the hair on the top of my head. Even my public hair, which I'd kept trimmed, had long ago gone away. The feeling was nice, I had to admit, but also a little frightening. There were no lesions or other strange skin discolorations from it so I let it slide.
The next oddity was equally peculiar. While initially I'd been pouring on the bulk, suddenly the size gains began to diminish. The muscle seemed to just pack on top of itself. My arms grew dense enough that it was difficult to tell if there was actually any give to them. Just walking around my apartment sounded like I was moving furniture.
Then came the rash. It started along my belly button and spread out all over my abdomen. It itched like hell and just wouldn't seem to go away. At first I was a little worried about calling. What if this was an allergic reaction of some kind and I couldn't take the stuff anymore? I'd wind up going back to being my dumpy self! Reason kicked in shortly after, explaining that if it was such a reaction, I'd likely wind up in the hospital if I kept taking it; which was far less preferable to putting back on a few pounds.
I dialed up the help-line and explained my situation to the person on the other end. They seemed unsurprised by most of the effects I'd been noticing and curious about the rash. I explained it was reddish and very itchy, wondering why, exactly, they needed more detail than that. It didn't take long before the operator suggested I stop by their office and speak to a physician.
"Wouldn't it be easier to just go to the hospital?" I asked.
"Oh no. We have people on staff who know about these specific symptoms. They should be able to help you out just fine. Not to worry, none of these cases have ever been life-threatening."
Somehow, I was less than convinced.
I made it to the office on one of my days off, shuffling in through the door to meet a short and rather bookish looking gentleman who introduced himself as Doctor Ryans. He explained that the formula was shown to cause the rash-like symptoms in only a very small percentage of individuals and the treatment was often relatively simple. They would, however, have to make sure of a few more things before they could provide treatment.
At first, they drew some blood. At least, they tried to. It was difficult to push through the dense muscle of my arm. Needless to say, I was concerned when they broke three needles trying. Finally they managed to pull a sample out of my thigh.
Next, I was placed on a treadmill and hooked up to any number of odd machines. While they monitored just about everything my body could produce in public. Despite sweating profusely and managing to make it over ten miles in the course of the test, I found myself still bristling with energy and I hadn't even taken my daily dose. This was made all the more confusing by the completely placid looks of all the doctors monitoring me. It was as if this was nothing more than telling me to say 'aaah'.
Finally, they asked for a semen sample.
"A..wha?"
"Semen sample. Don't worry, we'll leave that up to you."
I blinked as I was handed a cup and pointed towards a small room.
Normally, I'm not the type the just flop down and have a wank. I mean, it's fun and all but I'd been ignoring my sex drive in favor of focusing on these improvements. Heck, it'd probably been a week or so since I'd last done something about it. So part of me was eager, but most of me was just mortified.
The tiny room was barely big enough to fit me, the cup and a selection of what I can only consider constituted visual aids. There was a plethora of cheesecake and beefcake laid out before me. It was rather considerate that they had covered the broad spectrum of possibilities for their clients, though the thought of other people popping in here to squeeze one off did little to improve my state of mind. I busied myself by shuffling through the provided pictures until something struck my fancy.
My hand stopped when I found a full page copy of their ad, complete with buff dragon sitting on a weight bench with that knowing wink once more. My eyes wandered over him as I felt a familiar stirring in my groin. There was something about the way he looked, even if it was in partial caricature. The smooth curve of his shoulders and buttocks. The way it all stood out so nicely under those sleek looking scales. My hand fell to my groin as I gripped my growing length. The completely smooth flesh felt so nice against my fingertips and soon the page had fallen from my grasp as I closed my eyes. Bobbing my hand along my shaft, I pictured the dragon character splayed out over the weight bench, thighs spread open and that wink being followed by a come hither grin. I imagined myself stepping forward, sliding into his embrace as my shaft slipped between his firm, smooth buttocks. Feeling his claws gripping my own backside as he impaled himself on me, holding me firmly against him as his tight ring rippled along my cock. Kissing that long, elegant snout as I rode him deep and hard, just like he likes it. Lost in the moment as the two of us rut like animals.
Precum was pouring out of my shaft like a faucet as I stroked myself faster.
Now I could feel something behind me and with a gasp, I feel him force open my own backside with that meaty tail. The sensation was almost real as my backside tingled at the thought. I imagined those meaty paws gripping into my sides, slamming me against him as that tail plowed me deep, the tip slamming against my prostate. I could feel my whole body tense as my orgasm began to build. My hand flew along my rigid cock, the pre almost acting like lube as I imagined that buff reptile firing his own thick load over that firm, smooth belly. Feeling his achingly tight tailring clench hard around my throbbing length.
I had to stop myself from screaming as I hit my climax like a brick wall. My whole lower torso tensed up as it felt a little like someone had just kicked me there. My cock pulsed to life, firing a steady stream of thick, white cum over my belly, chest and even over my shoulder. The sheer volume was overwhelming but I didn't care. Every pulse sent shivers across my whole body as I clenched my toes and whimpered through the experience. It took a full minute for me to stop spurting like a fountain and come down enough to realize the mess I'd made. The sample cup was nearly full just from being in the room with me. My whole body was dripping with sweat and cum as were some of the walls.
Now I was starting to freak out. I'd never managed anything like THAT before.
I cleaned myself and the room up as best I could, taking the sample out to the doctor and meekly presenting it to him. After a short conversation and my delicately placed suggestion that the janitor might want to pop into the room I'd left before anyone else used it, the doctor offered me a seat in his office while he passed the sample off to a nurse.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, seemingly very curious.
"Alright... Really, pretty good actually." It was true. Physically I had never felt better. Even the rash seemed diminished in intensity after my enthusiastic wanking session.
"Good, good. I can tell already that you're exactly what we're looking for."
"Looking for?"
The nurse came back in with a clipboard and offered it to the doctor who took it happily and began to peruse the documentation on it.
"...looking for?" I attempted again.
"Ahhh. Perfect match. Brilliant." The doctor looked up at me again. "The reaction you had to our product. It's a, well, a genetic condition."
"...what?"
He set down the clipboard to the side and leaned forwards. "Power To Scale isn't simply another mass gain product. We managed to procure a type of, well for lack of a better term, hormone that our studies had shown promotes growth. In a few cases, such as yours, your body also has the ability to produce the hormone but in a much diminished state. It's a recessive trait."
"...what?"
The doctor chuckled, "Exposing yourself to the hormone triggered the latent gene. However your current genetic makeup is incapable of processing it effectively. That is why you began to gain density instead of muscle and why you have been experiencing the other side effects. What we'd like to do is help you to fully acclimate the hormone. It would require quite a bit of an investment on your part, providing you were willing to help us out in turn."
"Wait, wait. So I'm some kind of genetic freak and you want me to do something for you in order to help make me normal?"
"Not at all. Our current source for the hormone is, limited. We can't really to the sorts of studies we'd like. That's partly why we released the product to the market, in the hopes of expanding our pool to draw from."
"So you want to use me to produce this stuff?"
"No use is involved. You already make it, we'd just take a sample here and there while we kept up on you. You'd have full access to our residential facilities... as adapting you to the hormone will likely make it difficult to go back to your old life."
"What do you mean?"
The doctor crossed his arms, "The hormone is, well, draconic testosterone. Meaning that in order for you to be able to produce it reliably, we'd have to... alter your genetic makeup."
"I make dragon hormones?" I stopped as my eyes went wide. "The guy in your ads. It's not a cartoon..."
"No. He's on our payroll. He volunteered a while back for an experimental procedure and it had exemplary results. Since then he's been living here and helping with our research."
It was crazy. Completely bonkers. There's no way they've got a dragon sitting the back who's pumping out reptile steroids for mass production. Yet, I was curious. It wasn't as if I could explain what was happening to me; even if the alternative did sound like some sort of bizarre sci-fi plot.
"Can... I see him?"
The doctor nodded. "Of course. You'd likely be living with him if you chose to stay. I will have to warn you, however, that if you decide not to remain here, we will have to sublimate the changes in your body. It would be dangerous to produce the hormone as a human." He paused for a moment before leaning in and whispering to me. "You may also want to be... careful. He's a little... well, frisky."
I blinked with a stunned look of my face for a solid minute.
"He's gay and horny?"
The doctor shrugged. "Well, he is currently the only one of his kind and it's not as if the researchers often have the time or inclination to... well... engage him. He's a little frightening to those unaccustomed."
I was speechless. The more questions I asked, the stranger and more confusing this whole thing became. Instead I simply followed after the doctor as he lead me into the back of the building. Behind the research facility was a whole campus of apartments and cafeterias. It seemed almost completely self-contained and largely hidden from view. Apparently, at least according to the doctor, the CEO of the company had always intended of having a private facility for the staff and their experiments. Made me wonder just exactly why the guy started the company in the first place.
After a short stroll, we reached a door labeled 54 and the doctor knocked politely. A few moments later, and following some very heavy sounding footfalls, the door cracked open.
My jaw dropped as I looked up.
Standing in the seemingly diminutive doorway was a massive, bipedal dragon. A good two feet taller than me, he was covered from head to toe claws in icy blue scales. His frame was massive and this was coming from a guy who just recently had been able to bench half a ton. Broad shoulders and a barreled chest tapered down to washboard belly and thick, broad thighs. My eyes lingered for a moment on what was between those massive legs, feeling a tingle in my own groin as I met eyes with the biggest set of balls I'd seen on another living thing.
"Hello!" The doctor seemed cheerful and the dragon smiled in return. "He asked to see you."
"Hey there." The dragon extended a huge forepaw. Meekly, I took it in my hand and shook gingerly. "So I see that I had quite the effect on you." The dragon's grin broadened as I smiled meekly.
"You did..." ...in more ways that one, I thought to myself.
"Would you like to come in?" The mammoth reptile stepped out of the doorway and motioned to the hall beyond.
"...yes..." I couldn't stop myself from saying it even if I wanted to at this point.
The doctor held up his hand and shook his head, explaining that he had elsewhere to be. The dragon nodded and waved before letting me inside and closing the door behind him.
"So they already filled you in, I take it?"
I nodded, a little surprised by the candor and politeness of the blue beast standing before me. "Stay here and... well... wind up looking like you, or heading out and winding up looking like what I used to."
"I have to say, you're not too hard on the eyes right now." A smirk spread across the dragon's snout as he leaned back against a wall.
"...Thanks. You're, not bad yourself." My eyes surreptitiously wandered downwards as I noticed the rather large bulge already forming in his hefty sheath. The tip of a pure black cock was already sliding out from the folds of flesh and glistening with a droplet of pre.
I barely noticed as he moved closer, that swelling erection bobbing deliciously with every step. I felt his warm breath roll over my shoulder as he spoke.
"Like what you see?"
His proximity to me also made me acutely aware of something in the air. Thick and heady, like some sort of musk. It was intoxicating. I felt my own shaft begin to respond as I lifted my head upwards, nodding without even thinking about it.
I felt a heavy paw press against my chest, pushing me back onto the huge couch behind me. The dragon moved slowly above me, looming over me as he placed his ample endowments on display for me. Still only a peek of his length poked out of his sheath but he was already purring like a motor. Gently, he traced his claws along his firm belly as it tensed and rippled beneath them. His shaft responded to the ripple of his muscles, sliding out of his sheath in one swift motion. He had to be over a foot in length and thick around as my forearm, which lead me to wonder just exactly what he intended on doing with it.
As a talon pressed against my own smooth and pink pucker, I quickly realized his intentions, though I was far beyond caring. Even if he split me open with that massive dick of his, it would be worth the few moments of having it buried in my backside. I arched eagerly up into the caress, feeling my ring loosen as he slid his claw inside. The sensation was mindblowing, even more so than I'd imagined. The delicate prickling of his sharp claw against my tight, velvety walls sent chills all through my body. I could already feel my own cock pressed against my belly, drooling once more over the ridges of my abdominal muscles.
He pressed his muscled form even closer to me, wetting my chest with a fine layer of musk from his scales. The smell alone rolled my eyes back into my skull. Now it wasn't a matter of wanting this massive creature to plow me open, I needed it. My hands grasped at his hips, pulling him towards me as I felt the claw slip from my passage. A growl escaped my lips as I pressed my face into his broad chest, breathing deeply of his scent while his shaft settled between my rumpcheeks.
Gently, he began to press his huge shaft into me. I could feel his pre lubing the way but I was still impressed that I managed to even stretch around such a massive cock. His large paws gripped my thighs, spreading my legs and pushing them back towards my chest as he worked his way inside me with a steady pressure. Every inch of my body was humming in ecstasy as I felt more and more of him sink into me. I could feel the thick ridges of his cock rubbing along my passage, even raising up through the dense muscle of my abdomen. He never bottomed out, however. Inch after inch seemed to just slide perfectly into my eager backside. Even though it felt as if my stomach was being pushed out of the way by the monster dick inside me, more would still fit in until his smooth, scaled groin rested flush with my backside.
"Rrrrrr. Been awhile since I felt this..." His snout dipped down and trailed that long, forked tounge along my throat. "But..." It was obvious he was forcing himself to hesitate and I was beginning to wonder why. "Look, I'm all for pounding you into the couch..." His breath was sweet and his snout was so close to my mouth, "you gotta decide first. Because there's no going back after this ride."
Through the fog of intoxicatingly erotic feelings that were echoing through my body, my mind clicked on something. I looked up into his eyes, "This..", it was hard to talk with that huge length still sheathed inside me. Every breath I took seemed to make it shift under my skin. "...this is how I'd wind up like you, isn't it?"
He nodded, his paws squeezing my hips firmly. "I cum in you and the changes take place."
"What's it like?"
He smiled, "Best thing I'd ever felt... well, so far." The smile spread across his face for a moment before he returned to a serious look. "So what'll it be?"
It was my turn to smile. "Slamfuck me into the next county, stud."
The dragon's smile went wide, teeth glistening with his saliva. My own head lifted upwards as I met his in a kiss, lingering in the moment. As we parted, I heard him whisper softly to me.
"...thank you..."
Despite my initial eagerness, he started off slowly. Just feeling that massive length shift positions inside me kept me on the edge of climaxing myself. My hands tailed up over his body, brushing over those perfectly smooth scales and the fine contours of muscle beneath them. His head slid past my shoulder as he lifted me a little, angling himself and my rump for the smoothest possible ride.
His hips rolled against me in a steady motion, plunging that massive cock into me like a piston. I gripped tightly to him as I felt his paws cup my rumpcheeks and spread them open wide. With my nose buried in his muscular chest and my eyes shut tight at the overwhelming sensations, I was left to imagining the scene. Thinking about watching that ebony cock sliding into me; watching him force open my backside as I curled up against him. My cock spasmed and fired off another torrent of cum against his musky bellyscales. I clung to him tightly as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm. His ridged cocktip ground against my prostate as it spasmed, leaving my whole body twitching in his grasp. Even after all that, I still felt charged and needing more. My mouth found it's way to the cleft of his barreled chest, my tongue bathing the thick slats of muscle there. His hips began to pick up the pace, slapping more intently against my backside as I heard him growl above me. I felt a little bad about having such a short trigger, until I felt my length continue to throb against our bellies. Even after my climax, I hadn't even gotten a little soft. My cock throbbed madly, pressed between our abdomens, as the dragon pounded against me.
My hands dug into the small of his back as I continued to lick and kiss along his pectorals. Every droplet of musk made my tongue tingle and my body beg for more. It didn't take long for my lips to find the dark nubs of his nipples, a vestigial remainder from his more mammalian days. Gently I drew my lips around the tender flesh, suckling and nibbling softly. The response was drastic and immediate. A drawn out hiss above me precluded an even more intense ass pounding. His shaft was jackhammering me now, plowing to the base before drawing out to the tip, all in a split second. I could feel the gush of pre flowing from his tip and out of my abused ring. There was enough back there that I could feel a steady trickle pouring down along my balls and dripping over his powerful thighs. That sensation was enough to trigger my second climax.
I groaned loudly into his chest as my balls pulled taut against the base of my shaft, emptying their contents against his belly once more. Between the two of us, the scents of rutting and sex were so thick in the room that it had become hard to breathe. His claws dug into my flesh as my backside clamped down along his shaft, undulating as the powerful thrusting forced every last drop I had to give out of me. I held him tight against me bucking against that monstrous cock while the last of my seed trickled from my own tip.
Suddenly, I felt him slide from me with a wet splorch. I whimpered, half-coherently begging him to continue. I felt my body being flipped over and lifted as my eyes finally opened.
He held me back against his massive body, his arms gripping my chest as his elbows held me down against his thighs. In this position I could see the huge, full length mirror in front of me. I could also see the bulging veins and ridges of the dragon's cock for the brief moment before he plunged it back inside me.
I gasped as I watched, seeing myself being taken so throughly. Every powerful thrust and every undulation of his hips was displayed for me. I could feel the stickyness of my cum on my back, my cock still throbbing and dribbling between my thighs as the dragon continued to pound me. I leaned back, spreading my legs wider and watching in awe as that dragoncock disappeared inside me. The feelings and the sights were enough to drive me over the edge once more. A third orgasm ripped through my like a bolt of lightening. My cock spasmed, but had long since ran out of anything to produce. Even dry, it still felt like I was forcing gallons of seed through my aching shaft. I gripped his hips as my eyes shut tightly, warmth rushing through my body as I felt his length slam into me hard.
His roar nearly shook the house down. I could feel him empty everything he had into me. Load after load of dragoncum shot into me like a bullet. Aching and groaning, I could feel the steady flow filling me beyond any reasonable capacity. The seed burned so deliciously in my backside. I felt him release me, collapsing back against the couch as I fell atop him, panting deeply. His cock throbbed within me, still pulsing as the last of the thick streams of his seed spurted inside my abused rump. Every pulse seemed to push deeper inside me, little rivulets of heat tickling upwards towards my stomach.
Slowly, the sensation began to tickle along the base of my spine and up along my back. I could feel my body tensing as a flood of new sensations and hormones began to saturate every fiber of my being. I slid off his shaft, whimpering as I felt it slip from inside me. Not a drop of his seed followed, however.
I could feel it sloshing around inside me as I stumbled onto the floor, splaying out over the thick rug. He shifted, watching me with those glistening blue eyes and cooing to me, comforting me as I felt my abdomen begin to clench.
The sensation was like stretching out a muscle, but in all directions at once. There was no give, it just kept going and going. I tossed my head from side to side, partially from the sensation and mostly because I wanted to see it. It thrilled me to know that I was becoming something else, something powerful and... reptilian.
My hands clenched as my fingers grew together into a set of three thick and stubby digits. Brilliant, black claws sprung from the tips of each as a fine powdering of scales began to rise from my skin. The burning sensation increased in intensity, boiling in my belly as I felt my skin begin to shift all over. The fine sensations of the polyester rug began to diminish as thick scales began to sprout along my form. I flexed my now claw-like hands, feeling a surge of strength in them as the changes continued to course through me. I angled my head and watched as rivulets of deep crimson rose up from my pectorals before diving down over my belly. My thighs twitched as the scales progressed downwards, covering over my ankles and feet as my toes splayed outwards, fusing as well into a broad set of footpaws.
The next wave hit me like a train, my arms splayed back against the floor as my back and chest arched upwards. I could feel the muscle beneath my flesh moving and shifting like a living thing. The density began to spread as my skeleton began to relocate. My legs shifted and snapped back into place was digitigrade, my thighs bulking up and broadening beyond what my human body could have supported. My chest began to widen as well, spreading out even wider as I began to pack on the strength needed to supply the stubs of wings that had already begun to rise from my shoulder blades. A thick tail pushed outwards from above the curves of my finely scaled rump, sliding down under my twitching legs until the tip came to rest against my ankles. The ridges of my firm six-pack began to spread and lengthen as my torso grew. Soon I was sporting an absurdly long twelve-pack, my rigid abdomen seeming slick as rubber from the finer scales stretching to accommodate the muscle beneath. My wings splayed out beneath me, bumping into the couch on which my fellow dragon watched with interest. I flexed them, feeling my chest ripple with newfound power.
Suddenly I felt a ripple along my back, causing me to roll over onto my paws and toes. I perched there for a moment, whimpering as I could feel the heat focusing in two places now, my face and my groin.
My chin and mouth angled outwards as my eyes began to shift position as well. I could still see the changes, watching as the tip of my nose lengthened as well, merging into an angular snout. My teeth lengthened within as well, causing me to open my new muzzle and let forth a short roar as the last few bones snapped into place. My hair remained atop my scaled head, lengthening and turning a shocking purple against my new ruby back.
Breathing was getting harder now, my whole body charged as I felt the heat focus solely on my groin. My toeclaws dug into the floor as I felt as though a huge weight were being tied to my sensitive sac. Bending my now longer neck downwards I could see instead that they were growing and at a rapid pace. Each time they swelled with my heartbeat, growing to the size of my old human fists and dangling enticingly between my thick thighs. My cock has also begun to change, the base of it now rising from a distinctively reptilian slit and arching up along my belly. Purple now in color, like my hair, it stood out against the almost black of my abdomen, pulsing and firing a few spurts of pre as it continued to lengthen. It had already reached a foot in length and showed no signs of stopping, only thickening as a series of thick ridges, angled backwards from the tip, began to rise from the throbbing flesh. Each one flared as I felt my heartbeat pulse along my length, flexing as if they had a mind of their own.
All of this had already enticed my new draconic lover and I heard him slide from the couch and settle behind me. I nearly cried out as I felt his meaty paw on my still swelling scrotum, his fingertips dexterously fondling me as I felt the warm breath from his nostrils against my backside. I furrowed my brow as I watched, feeling that skilled tongue trace along my tail towards the base until it pressed against the my anal vent. My claws splayed outwards as he plunged his tongue deep into my still burning passage, squeezing my balls firmly. Between the changes and the sudden teasing, I could take no more. My new dragoncock pulsed to life, spraying a thick stream of seed across my scales and over the floor. With that, the burning sensation faded to a warm glow in my belly as I felt the strong arms of my icy blue dragon gather me up and hold me close.
It was then that I noticed the doctor standing in the doorway, the torrent of my cum having stopped just short of the doorjam. With an eyebrow raised at the mess and then at me he shook his head and smiled.
"Shall I take it you're staying with us?"
I looked to him and then to the dragon before me, losing myself for a moment in those eyes before responding.
"Wouldn't leave for the world, doc."
We kissed as he chuckled, closing the door behind him to leave us to our... business.
And business has never been better.