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He wiggled, flexed and tensed his hands as he lay in his bed staring up at the white ceiling. The brown haired man sighed, hoping the bright white would provide some sort of stimulation enough to appease and amuse him long enough, but it didn't do the trick. He'd been laying down for the last hour or so in a perpetual grump. Plans to hang out with friends had fallen through considering their significant others didn't exactly like his straight forwardness. The idea of heading to the gym to work his stress and annoyance away hadn't worked in his favor since the gym was closed for renovations. The only thing left was video games and no one seemed to be online to play with. Multiplayer games by your self didn't seem right in his opinion.

"Maybe draw?"

Nah, that would have required some muse and motivation to pick up his tablet pen. He even tried that before and all he could get were some doodles that didn't look well enough to continue touching up, so they were scrapped for a later time. The young man ran a hand through his hair, turning on his bed and glancing toward the television as it droned on about some crime show. Stuck with nothing to do in the middle of a Friday night with the rest of the family gone until later in the weekend screamed of boredom, among other things he didn't want to question about his life.

With a loud sigh, something else caught his attention. The growls and squelches of his stomach were loud and clear to the male as he stared down at his stomach with a minor scowl. All this melodramatic moping around got him hungry. The very least he could do was make something to eat to pass the time. His sweet tooth was hankering for something new as well. He lifted himself off the bed and made his way towards the kitchen. Before he arrived, a cardboard box stood in front of him, wrapped in plastic with a note on top of it.

He wasn't expecting any mail today, and it was well past the time for normal deliveries.

"Did I order something and forget?" he muttered as he plucked the note on top of the box.

Dear son, this package came for you in the mail. I know you don't like me going through your stuff when you're asleep so I left it for you before we headed out.

Huh, that was new. His mother normally lacked the tact to not go through whatever he got in the mail if he wasn't present. He glanced at the note and the box for a few more moments before picking it up and carrying it in both arms to the kitchen. He took a few glances at the plastic covered box for any indications as to where it exactly came from. The closest thing was the stamp, but the fact that it was an American one narrowed down and increased his choices. There were a lot of people he knew in the states, but the number of ones that knew his name and address were very scarce. The fact that there was nothing but his usual signature for art on his box along with his name on it made it out to be anonymous on purpose.

"Looks like I got a mystery. Now time to see what's exactly in you..." he muttered as he fetched a small knife from the kitchen cabinet to cut through the plastic and taping that held the box together. Upon opening the box, he found something he hadn't been expecting from overseas as he found another box within the actual one and then opened that.

"Cookies?"

A plate of cookies lay out in front of him, covered in plastic wrapping and seemingly okay despite traveling the entire country and then some. Some of the cookies had a few cracks in them, but nothing too visible that would cause them to shatter entirely. He gently picked up the platter, finding another note under them along with a few small bottles. Under the assumption that this one was from whoever sent them, he figured it'd be a good idea to find out what they were made of.

_ Chock full of science and some other flavors for you to try out with your homemade stuff as well as these! -A friend._

He couldn't help but chuckle at the note. He glanced at the cookies once more before shrugging his shoulders. If they were from a friend and he knew them close enough to hand them his address, they couldn't be that bad, right? He unwrapped the cookies from their plastic and held one up to his nose. At the very least, he could figure out what the hell they were made of by checking to see if he smelled anything familiar. Sadly, that was the entire cookie, right down to the chocolate. There didn't seem to be anything off about the smell since it was what he expected out of something homemade. The actual cookie was incredibly large to the point it fit in the palm of his hand, large chocolate chips unevenly scattered around. From rubbing it on him pal, he could guess the bottom was slightly burnt as well.

Then he shifted his focus to the rest of the contents of the box. Under the cookies and note were still the several vials packed in. He picked them up one by one, noting that each one was color coded and had something written on them. He ignored the other ones as he put them down, most of his attention on the blue coded one. Upon closer inspection, he noted that the flavor was labeled "MidNite". He rolled his eyes at the name. Hopefully it tasted as good as it looked. He opened the vial, pouring half of the contents onto one of the cookies, watching as it soaked in dark blue and somehow becoming absorbed into the actual pastry itself. He looked on in surprise, staring at the cookie and holding it on the side to see if the contents would even leak out. It was completely dry.

"Well, down the hatch you go."

He took a few quick bites of the cookie, the entire thing gone several bites later. Despite the apparent blue flavoring, it held the chocolate taste he expected as well as a hint of what he guessed was blueberry. The surprising thing was that the tastes and flavors mixed so well, he didn't think what seemed to be artificial flavoring would be that good! He took another cookie and poured some more of the vial onto it before chomping the cookie down. The male nodded in approval, something nagging at his stomach. He could feel small pangs which he assumed were due to the hunger, but turned into something else. Before he could finish his snack, the pangs increased in their pain enough for the male to double in pain, gripping his stomach and hit the floor. He was on his knees, grunting and groaning. Just what the hell was in those things?!

He didn't have time to find out as the pain soon intensified and spread throughout his entire body. He rolled on the ground, gripping his stomach as he felt every part of his being bulging and flexing out of the waves of pain that accompanied it. His eyes were closed as the pain was more centered on his face. The sounds of bones cracking and adjusting rung loud in his ears as he felt his face twitch and elongate into something like a muzzle. His body suffered such changes as well, his haunches raised and manipulating itself with enough space for another appendage. Soon after, everything else hit him like a ton of bricks.

He felt his body throb and flex of its own accord, muscles burning and somehow pulsing bigger and bigger against his clothing. His skin felt craggy, yet smooth as patches of blue began to appear at various spots throughout his entire person. Within a few seconds, the male was coated in midnight blue, the bottom of his neck and his torso a bright periwinkle. His body pulsed and swelled, the bulging, scaled muscles straining the confines of his t-shirt and pants. He more resembled a heavyweight bodybuilder and showed no signs of stopping as he bulged larger and larger. With a flex, the sleeves of his shirt was torn along with the front, revealing two heaving, periwinkle scaled pectorals that flared out immensely, two flesh colored nubs capping them prominently. His pants soon followed suit, tearing at the seams from his enormous thighs. With another bulge of size, he tore through his underwear and shorts, the fabric falling to the ground in tatters.

While the pain was still very much there, the pleasure was also creeping up on him slowly. The unprecedented feeling of his newfound muscles bulging and the strength running through them felt as if he'd finished a workout but still pumped with enough energy to keep going for as long as he could. No longer gripping his stomach, the creature was on all fours, his now light blue shaft flopping against the ground along with two orbs close to the size of melons as they continued to throb larger. Close to a foot of cock throbbed out under him, soon continuing to become thicker and turn into two feet. The uncut pillar of meat was pulled back from its own size revealing a pink colored head that complimented the light blue. As it thickened against the cold ground, he couldn't help but haphazardly grind against the tiled floor with a low, pleasurable grunt.

The rest of the minute features seemed to come in next. Flowing locks of white hair covered his face, the entire mane running down toward his back, two white whiskers erupting from his new muzzle, long enough to hit the ground and curl. With a loud grunt, the muscular blue cheeks he possessed were accompanied by the presence of a long, tree trunk thick tail coated in white hair that connected at the base of his broad back. Dark blue horns pained his head as they spiked up upon another. Despite being short, they still hurt like hell. The pain seemed to finally die down, replaced with pure arousal in his new form. The blue scaled dragon man continued his avid grinding against the floor, the large pillar of meat throbbing heavily in front of him as pre cum splattered in voluminous globs on the floor. His muscles flexed tiredly before they soon gave out, letting him fall to his sides. He rolled over to his back, bulging arms reaching for the neglected and spurting member, noting that his hands were missing a digit as four meaty digits clad in white claws gripped the side of it. Seeing as how one hand couldn't do it, he slowly pumped and stroked it with both hands. The girth of it was enough that even two handing it took a bit of effort. He edged himself back towards the nearest wall and supported himself and to try and observe his new form.

He was adorned in various dark and light blues, a bulging, chiseled body greeting his eyes. The various curves and mountains of muscle his body now had been truly a sight to see as he took in every new part of him right down to his three toed feet. The dragon pushed his whiskers aside to the ground and resumed his selfish pumping. The thick shaft spewed rope after constant rope of pre cum, the behemoth of a dragon grunting as he slowly jerked and stroked his equipment. He reared his head back, fingers casually pulling the excess of skin back as it provided an extra amount of pleasure that made him so close right there. A thought entered his mind. Before continuing with this, he should try and enjoy this as much as possible. He looked down at the throbbing member, setting it on top of his torso. Combined with the sheer thickness of a three liter bottle, the length of it was damn near enough to breach his chest, the drooling cockhead nestled right between his pectorals.

He began to flex the two massive slabs of draconian muscle one after the other to massage the pillow of cock as best as he could with one hand simply tugging his foreskin. He shifted his hips and thrust them up as best as he could, his cock bobbing and moving up along the valley of his bountiful chest. Another hand had gripped a pectoral, focusing on kneading and groping the copious amounts of muscle as a low purr rose up from his bullish throat. He tugged, twisted and pinched the prominent man-teat, his purring becoming outright growling as the slick pre coated his enormous scaled chest. Each source of pleasure stacked upon another, it didn't take long for the dragon man to groan loudly. Ropes of white slowly erupted from that behemoth cock, arcing up into the air and splattering down along his face, chest and the floor in a glorious mess. A devilish grin was on his face as he saw himself going off with almost no end in sight as he gently cupped the melon sized orbs underneath that cock.

The orgasm finally subsided more than several minutes after, most of the kitchen left whitewashed from the dragon's arousal. The same grin was on his face as it began to die down, the large creature standing up and finding that everything was much, much smaller. He was normally close to six feet, but he had to be at least double that since he could see over the hanging cabinets and one of his fingers could have picked up the plate of cookies and vials which were left spared in some sort of stroke of luck. He looked at the blue vial and twirled a whisker.

"Looks like I gotta see what was in this and see if I can make more. I wonder what the others say." He blinked, turning his attention to the other vials. One of them had been labeled "Italian Toast", "French Bread", and "Southern Corn".

Looks like he had some others to try out when he had the time. Thankfully he had a weekend to sort the mess out and experiment around.