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"Are you sure you understand all that is required for this?" I asked my rather attentive guest.

"I do"

I looked back over the offer and schematic.

"It's a rather... intense job. I cannot think of any easy way to reverse this. I mean... you may be stuck for the rest of your existence. And I will be unable to counter the preservation due to the contract you signed"

"It's okay. Really. Just... can you do it?"

I met the gaze of my dragon guest. I was amazed to see a small, relatively young male want to have himself utterly transformed.

"There are two conditions. First, since you want to see, I will need to fix your eyes in place. It will sting. Secondly, and more worryingly, there are a number of modifications that must be made before death. The most painful would be the removal of scales." My tail flicked at the idea of my outer-armor being removed, flake by flake.

"So, you'll do it?!"

"One week from now. Once you enter my house again, I will take no action to stop and no command to cease"

"Thank you... truly, thank you."

I led my now ecstatic guest out, and began to prepare (and invent methods) for the procedure ahead.

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The week past with little anxiety. I had come to terms with my client's desires and my model's willingness. All that remained was the execution and "test run".

With little more than a polite greeting, I led my guest to one of my clean rooms. I had prepared as much as possible, various sized tubing, latex moulds, cords, cuffs... it looked like a rather extreme fetish store for the draconic types had opened within my mansion.

"First things first. Purging. Bathroom is the left door" I said, taking up a 5 litre bag and a rather large section of tubing. The pink solution sloshed thickly in the bag. "Drink a few mouthfuls, and then swallow as much of the tube as you can. Make sure you're seated securely. This stuff acts quickly. Once you are sure the last of the solution has passed, drink as much as you can from the shower hose. It's running and within easy reach. Wait for it to pass through and cease."

I knew it would be a little hard to tolerate, but it was the easiest way to purge the G.I. tract of acid, food, waste and excess.

After about 10 minutes, my model emerged from the bathroom, looking a little greener than usual. The tube was still mostly in his throat.

"Good idea, but we'll be using a different one. Now... to get those scales off."

I would like to say the next hour was spent in simple conversation and relaxing grooming. The reality of scale removal is a lot more... raw. He didn't bleed; his thick under skin protecting him, but the sound of each scale scratching out of its cuticle eventually drove my ability to block it out away. When the task finally ended, I had to move quickly or else my own resolve would fade.

"That's the hardest part done. One quick eye fix and I should be able to work faster."

I did not wait for a response, noticing how much pain the smaller male was in at this point. Eye fixing, while not for the squeamish, was easy enough. Place a rather thick lens over each eye, direct them to look straight ahead, and inject a paralyzing agent onto and through the lens. It locks the pupil's size and fixes the eyeball in place. It was the most effective method to prevent the asphyxia of decapitation affecting the ability to see.

"There we go. I know it's not pleasant, but you'll get used to it. Now, to the sword"

I gripped one of the horns coming from his head, pulling his neck straight and giving myself a direct angle. Drawing my sword, I took aim. One quick slash, one quick spell, and the task were done. "Okay... I'll set this down so you can still see me. I need to you to lie down on the table and allow me to strap you in."

The body, quite awkward due to its new 3rd person perspective gathered itself onto hands and knees and slowly worked out how to get to the table.

The latex hood for the severed head was a little too tight; it took a lot of working to get the horns to pass through their holes without tearing through the thick hood. Once in place, I checked that the eyes still saw.

"Good. The mouth tube looks okay, so I shouldn't have to file any teeth. If you manage to wear through it, I'll be forced to remove them all. And I can't exactly give you a sedative now." The left hand of the body gave a thumbs-up. It was the only method of communication left.

I have to say, the head did look good. The black latex coated every surface, a few vertical slits allowing the eyes to be seen (and to see, of course). The nostrils were absent, but faint scales had been worked into the top surface to mimic what was no longer beneath. The mouth opened in a rather small O. It could stretch, but would remain a tight fuck for average girths. The neck stump had also been covered, the latex here more rough to add a little grip. The windpipe was coated on the inside to allow even the narrowest of men a nice tight orifice.

"Back to the body... are you sure you want to see it all?" I asked, already knowing the answer. The thumbs-up just confirmed it.

It took several hours to get all I needed done completed. Some small issues arose, but were easy to deal with. All limbs were trimmed to short stumps, with the long femur and humerus bones removed. A tight latex suit, this time in a deep dark green, was designed to fit around the lithe frame remaining, the tail the only portion of the body that remained exposed. Reinforced bands on the suit came to rest at each stump, with d-rings to allow suspension or attachment. It was quite hard to work the grooved cylinders into the spaces left by the removed bones, but I knew it would be a welcome surprise for users of this model. Each cylinder had a different internal finish, a different grip or texture to feel along their shaft as the thrust inside the limbs of their dragon-toy.

The tail was a slight disappointment, but I was told to leave it intact. A slightly section of latex was positioned in line with the anus, now cleaner than it had ever been. I had pumped in a small dose of insecticide to stop anything taking residence there during shipping.

The pride and joy of the male was locked away within his slit. A thin opening in the latex (highlighted to no user would miss it) was all that showed. The shaft had been extracted, testis remaining inside for easy. It would not be able to take large loads, but it would serve its purpose.

Across the top of the latex suit was a simple bronze disk engraved with "Tanessy, dragon lap toy". Along the "collar" of the plate were my sigil and a contact address. I wonder how many people would want one of their own?

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Out of curiosity, I decided to visit the harem house that had paid for Tanessy's transformation. It turns out he was quite popular. He had a whole room to himself. I was told the body often ended up upside down, suspended by one leg stump. The head could get just about anywhere, but was always returned to a shelf by the door, facing inwards to give a complete view of the room.

"My my... you do know how to have fun." I said, glancing at the eyes behind the latex. "At least you're making others happy. "I've asked about the lube, maybe getting some flavors. But I heard they're thinking of more extreme guests to challenge you. Your tail may not remain so... intact. But I guess that's the price you pay..."