Changes for the Better
Changes for the Better By Luther the Bat A girl with strawberry blond hair was thrown backwards onto an old couch. Another figure, larger than her, quickly jumped on top. Her assailant was not malicious, it was her boyfriend. Her gasping was that of desire, not fear or desperation. It had built all night. Things started with a romantic, if cheesy, candle-lit dinner prepared by him and followed into a sappy love movie brought by her. By the time the picture was half-way through they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Now, they writhed in the full heat of it in a crude and more realistic version of the perfect Hollywood romance on the screen. The man on the television was ballroom dancing with his paramour. The man on the couch was pulling the pants off of his. Clothes flew across the room in the clumsy fashion that comes with not caring where they land. He worked his way along her neck as she lay bare skinned. Her head was back against the arm rest, he was bent forward over her. She ran her finger nails along his smooth, tanned skin and through his short black hair. He returned the favor by caressing every spot she loved. He went for her nipples which stood pert against the cool air and her eyes turned upward. They fed from each other's passion until they worked themselves into a fervor which could only be broken by their need for air. It was simply too much for him to bear anymore; pretense aside, he fell upon her like a man possessed. Her arms wrapped around him followed by her legs as they embraced fully. To his delight she began a playful biting of his neck and as the heat grew she became more aggressive. Everything stopped completely when she bit down on him... hard. He winced in pain and he snapped back away from her. "Good God, Rachael... what the hell was that?!" he exclaimed. His hand flew up to the wound and he inspected himself. There was blood on it. "I'm sorry Tyler, I didn't mean to bite so hard... it just kinda happened." Her shoulders fell back and her posture spoke of one ashamed. It was too late, though, Tyler was bleeding profusely and the moment was ruined as he went into the bathroom in search of bandages. She felt guilty as she lied to him. In fact, she did mean to bite him. The skin was broken and her job was done. Now, she only had to wait.
- * Tyler woke late the next day. After talking for a while the night before, he was at least happy that she went home with her feelings intact and knowing that no real harm was done. Still, it did little to ease the sting in his neck as he felt it gingerly. His muscles ached tremendously as well. Perhaps it was a result of blood loss? He didn't know. Going down the stairs was painful and he had to stop twice as his legs felt like they were on fire. The day dragged on and a headache formed. Nothing from the medicine cabinet did anything to help. He stepped outside, hoping that a little sun might ease the pain. Tyler surveyed the edge of the woods in front of him. He always hated living out here in the middle of nowhere but his father was offered a job as a park ranger and his family needed the money. He didn't see too much of his father around as he spent most of the days at the visitor center or on patrol and the nights at the ranger station catching up on paperwork. It did have a few good points, however, as there was plenty of fresh air, a vast expanse of green, and at night you can see the stars as clear as crystal. Tyler found himself growing tired too early for his liking. The only reprieve was a nearby deck lounger. After practically collapsing into it he nursed his head as much as possible and then promptly fell asleep. When his eyes darted open again he was staring upward into the speckled black velvet of the night. He cursed himself for nodding off so easily. "Well shit, a whole day gone..." he chided himself "Did I really sleep that long?" Tyler tried to stand and found that all of his soreness was gone; at least he wasn't stiff anymore. He looked down at his tented boxers and saw that part of him was still stiff. Chuckling slightly, he stepped back inside to attend to his ‘condition'. Deciding he needed a glass of water first, he stopped by the kitchen. As he drank, however, he felt a greater need in his loins. He had been horny before but this was just persistent. His little friend was practically screaming for attention now. "Fine!" he addressed below as he put the glass down. "I don't know what the hell has gotten into you but, fine, you win." Plopping down into his favorite chair, he had a box of tissues at hand and prepared to satiate himself in the usual manner. The six inch cock he was used to was throbbing visibly as he pulled it out. He started out slowly that he may fully enjoy it. Slow didn't cut it, however, as the need built and overtook him. Faster and faster he pumped. He picked up steam as he coaxed himself further along. Rocking back and forth slightly in his chair, he could feel it approaching quickly as if he had been pent up for a long while. Finally, he came. His eyes screwed shut and he stifled what would have been a yelp. It was the kind of orgasm that curls your toes, makes you arch your back, and you have no time to grab the tissues as the spunk simply jets into the open air. He didn't stop, however, after he had calmed down a bit he grasped himself again and worked himself to another climax. This one was even better than the first. He kept going; the third one was amazing as well. The fourth almost forced him to fall out of the damn chair and the fifth and sixth were slightly painful but just as sweet. Two hours later his cock ached but it still pulsed with need. It was unbelievable! He was still horny after all of that. Tyler shook his head, he was far too exhausted to continue. The mind was willing but his body had grown tired. He looked hazily at puddle of cum he made in front of him. He cleaned it as best as he could before lumbering off. Stumbling, he made his way into bed. Still erect, he eventually managed to fall asleep.
- * Tyler hadn't dreamt in a very long time, at least not that he could remember. Tonight, during his slumber, he witnessed a scene in the deeper parts of the forest. Two creatures of enormous bulk were clawing at each other among the trees. He could make out little as it was dark. Only their serpentine shapes were visible as they collided into one another. Enthralled by this display, he watched and the more he did the more he doubted they were fighting. He squinted, or did as close to one can in a dream, until he made out the sheen of scales and claws and saw that they were not fighting at all. They were mating.
- * Again he woke with a start and winced at the bright light pouring through his windows. Reactively, his forearm went up to shield his eyes. Oddly enough, his arm felt heavier than usual. Not sluggish, just heavier. Then Tyler noticed something new. There were odd shadows on his arms, shadows caused by the definition of his own muscle. "The hell did that come from?" he asked incredulously. By no means was Tyler a large fellow in any sense. Seeing this new addition was something unfounded. As hard to believe as it was, his arms were just a bit thicker with muscle. In fact, he noticed that all of him was as he inspected the rest of his body. Dumbfounded, he stumbled out of bed to find his friend below still at full salute. Even that part of his anatomy was bigger by a couple of inches. "What... what in the name of..." his fumbled with his words "The hell is going on here!?" Not one to complain, especially about something like this, Tyler was still surprised at this less-than-ordinary occurrence. "Okay... okay." He tried to calm himself. "Just get something to drink... watch some television... everything will be fine." He set about doing just that but stopped as he opened the refrigerator. Normally he had to look up at the top shelf to get the orange juice. His eyes were level with it. Staring in disbelief, he traced an imaginary line between himself and the juice with his hand. "No, no, no" he dismissed the thought and closed the door. "I just need to sit down for a bit." Juice in hand, he kicked his feet up on the coffee table. As he reached for the remote he took notice of his toenails. Of course, now they looked closer to being toe-claws as they were currently two inches long and pointed. He flexed his toes a bit to test if they were real or not. His face was stone, his lips were pursed. "Alright, I chose not to believe that, then." he announced and looked away from them. It was a Saturday which meant there was nothing good as far as programming went. Infomercial with cute kids, click... infomercial with a loud man yelling at him to buy detergent, click... beer commercial, click... news report about a festival for the full moon tonight, click... cheesy werewolf movie, bingo! It was a nice distraction, plenty campy, and had all the right ingredients. Dumb jock lead with equally dumb cheerleaders, inexplicable camping trip to the middle of the woods, absolutely horrible creature costume with zipper showing, dumb girl trips about five times while the monster still hasn't caught up to her... it was perfect. It ended with the werewolf gutting the last one in the cabin and flinging red corn-syrup all over the room. Tyler couldn't help but clap at the textbook execution. It may have been cheesy but something about the sheer visceral aspect got him excited... and hungry. There was a steak left in the fridge and, one reheat trip in the microwave later, he was practically tearing into it sans utensils. He felt dizzy after and decided it would be best to get some fresh air. Outside the crickets drone on in a constant chirp. The air was still, cool, and slightly refreshing. He could see well enough due to the light of the full moon. An odd shivering overcame him and he noticed a light coming from the barn just a stone's throw away. "Shit... dad must have left a lamp burning." He moved as quickly as he could to the barn. They didn't own any animals and instead used it as storage for all the things they didn't have. When Tyler finally got a car it was supposed to go in here but for now it stood empty. The old wood building came with the property when they moved in. As he swung open the door, he discovered that he was right. There was lit lantern hanging on a post above. He would have to douse it before he left lest the whole thing caught fire. As he contemplated finding a ladder he was struck by a sensation not unlike being punched in the gut. Doubling over, he gasped out in pain. He reeled and stumbled forward, striking his head against a support post. Instead of the ‘thunk' he would expect, he felt a scraping sound travel through his skull. "Ow, shit!" he cursed and grabbed at his head. To his dismay he felt something hard and sharp. "What... what is this?" he asked. There was an old vanity mirror nearby; he had to see himself. Finding the ancient thing he pulled the white sheet from it and stared at his reflection in the dusty and darkened glass. Jutting from his head were what could only be described as horns. They stuck out straight from his skull, sharp and wicked looking things. He grabbed them in disbelief, thinking it some trick of the shadows but his hands met solid objects. Staring dumbfounded, he stepped forward to inspect. His own face shocked him. It was, in a word, elongated. He was entranced by it and watched as his mouth and nose pushed forward into what was quickly resembling a snout. The hair on his head began to fall to the ground in great clumps and he saw as his ears seemingly melded into his head. He paused and bent over to pick up his own hair, grasping that it was his own hair, and as he did so saw the gleam on the back of his hand. Brilliant green scales began to spread up along his arm, overtaking the skin. Belief was a thing shattered by now. He didn't know what to think either way so he did the easy thing: just let it happen and figure it out later. If this were some kind of dream then he would enjoy it while he could. Looking back at the mirror he saw the scales reach his face now and as they filled in Tyler recognized what he was becoming. "A goddamned dragon?" he asked his own reflection, bewildered. "Seriously?" Now he really didn't know what to think. He didn't care what to think, especially as he was forced to double over for the second time. As he bent, his muscles tensed and the shirt on his back split in two. Sticking out along his spine were little bony spikes. His muscles tensed again and again, each time they did he couldn't help but marvel as they became more and more taut. Every time there seemed to be more muscle to flex. The tightening of his clothes gave testament to the fact there was now more of him than before. Pain wracked him and he felt more weight tugging on in his back. Turning, he saw protrusions of skin and muscle with skin pulled tight between bony finger-like structures. "Wings..." he said as he realized what they were. It was all unreal but at this point he didn't care. Shapes were beginning to blur as his eyes failed him. Every bone in him sent a snapping reverberation run through his body. His form was reshaping itself towards a design wholly unknown to him. More cracking followed as his legs doubled back upon themselves, much like quadruped's hind limbs. Oddly enough, he remained standing as usual. Fixated on his legs, he made a new discovery. The ground slid between his claws... he remarked that he had claws now. His stance wasn't growing wider, there was simply more space there. He looked up and saw the lantern much closer to his face. All around him the points of reference told him one truth: he was higher than he was before and he was still growing taller. The rest of his shirt tore and fell apart as his jeans split at the seams. Another surprise awaited him beneath the now ragged denim that was covering his crotch. The bulge in his boxers was huge. "Now there's a bit of good news at least!" was all a disheveled Tyler could say. Any vestige of pain was gone by now, replaced by a tingling, slightly pleasurable sensation. Presently this feeling was focused squarely on his genitals. As strange as this all was, Tyler couldn't help but brings his hands down to play with himself. He freed himself from the constraints of his undergarments and gawked at what he saw. The fleshy balls between his legs were enormous but what caught his attention immediately was his cock. It had developed a sort of covering, like a sheath that you see on animals. He saw what could only be the head just poking out of its new home. It was a matte jet black and much more angular than before, tapering to a sharper point. Higher he rose and had to duck a nearby beam lest he hit his head. "Wow..." he whistled in amazement at what he was growing into. When he pulled his cock out a few moments ago it was almost nine inches. Now, his manhood... beasthood... whatever the hell he had was nearing a foot in length. Some little part of him was thrilled at this, he didn't know why. A realization hit him: the warm, tingling was still quite centered on his crotch and showed no signs of slowing. "Uh... just how big are you going to get?" he asked his own dick incredulously. He surprised himself at how deep his voice had become. The only answer his endowment gave him was to continue growing... as did the rest of him. He neared eight and a half feet and let himself become lost to new feelings sweeping over him. These feelings flooded every part of his consciousness. At nine feet he felt sensations of strength and a power apart from what brute muscle could provide him. At ten feet he felt a sudden numbness as the tingling left him and the growth halted. He had no idea how long he was lost in his trance but as he shook himself out of it he took stock of his surroundings and how they changed. Everything was much lower than before. His arousal was apparent: twenty six inches of thick, hard, and throbbing dragon meat stood proudly in front of him. Beneath it dangled the two largest testicles Tyler had ever seen on an animal. Horses... donkeys... bulls, none of them came close to the fleshy grapefruits he had. It barely registered that Tyler was comparing himself to these beasts. Given what he was now, would he consider himself one as well? What was hanging between his legs could hardly be called human and, regardless, it was enough to make him stare slack-jawed. He was big, he was strong, and at the risk of sounding narcissistic, he was sexy. These things he knew. There was a sort of apprehensive joy about him as he went through and flexed different groups of muscles, the kind of feeling that comes with not knowing if something is a dream or not. He gave his new tail a wag and accidentally knocked a few empty boxes over. Looking to his new wings, he attempted to understand them. He flexed his back muscles and managed to move them slightly. In awe he watched the sinew move just beneath the scales. He continued to explore himself but, as the moments passed, the gravity of the situation dawned upon him. He was changed into something any sane person in the area would call a monster. For all he knew it could be permanent. It felt sudden, and with only this thought as provocation, but he felt alone. Blood rushed away from his maleness and back to his brain as he was overtaken by it. His loneliness was only emphasized by how cold it was in the barn. He sank into thought. Tonight was a cruel and bitter night. The only light came from the small, rusted lantern swaying gently from the nearby rafter. Tyler laughed in a bitter sort of way on how it was like himself: pathetic, alone, and barely hanging on. Like the lantern, he was about ready to fall and break. He wouldn't cry, though. Tyler had always refused to cry and yet he was still on the verge. The peripherals of his eyes began to sting and water. His life could be gone forever for all he knew. Everyone that he ever knew or loved would be gone from him... his family and friends... and Rachael. "Oh, what am I going to tell Rachael?" he lamented to himself. Tyler could almost hear her voice even now. "Tyler?" it called out to him. He paused a moment. His heart was still. Was he truly going mad? Did he just hear what he thought he did? "Y- yes... I'm here." He tentatively answered. A creaking sound broke the silence. She was at the door, it slowly began to open. Tyler braced himself and spoke. "Now Rachael, before you come in there's something I need to tell you-" Tyler was cut short by the sight of a black muzzle, shaped not unlike his own, pushing the door open. If he wasn't already sitting he would have fallen backwards by now. Staring blankly, Tyler witnessed another creature similar to himself maneuver its way through the opening. "Rachael? Oh my god is that you?" His mind reeled; it was not ready for this. Tyler had expected to tell her that he was some kind of monster but seeing her now, like this, he didn't know what to think. "Yes, dear, it's me. I guess I have some explaining to do." She smiled meekly. Was this some kind of dream or elaborate joke? Was he actually lying in some hospital bed deep in a coma? This changed everything. Being forced to live as some sort of dragon-beast alone would be a brand of hell, but if he had someone to share it with? That would be something altogether different. This was almost too good to be true but there she was, standing right before him. "Wow... you- you're beautiful..." was all the befuddled weredragon could manage to say. He felt a stirring in his loins at the sight of her breasts. They looked proportionately larger on her now but their new forms lent them a firmness that jiggled so slightly as she moved. Her rump was round, scaled and... inviting to him. The dragonhood hanging so lifelessly before quickly found new vigor as he kept his focus on her. He knew she was apprehensive but he could also smell her arousal in the air. She spoke as he began to approach her. "Um... yeah, listen." she said. "This isn't some crazy acid trip or anything. You've heard of werewolves, right? Well, I'm a weredragon. I've been this way for years now and I knew you wouldn't want me if you knew. So... I bit you, Tyler. It was so selfish of me but I've just... I knew you were the one for me and I've been so lonely that I-." she was cut off as he put a claw to her lips, silencing her. "Well, I've always liked dragons." Tyler interrupted "When I was younger I would dream sometimes that I was one." He paused a moment, looking for the right thing to say "In essence you've given me the chance that few ever receive: to live a dream." He may have been horny but he was also impassioned and meant every word. She was, after all, the woman he loved and she was also the weredragon he was quickly falling in love with. "If the change only happens during full moons... I can live with it. I wouldn't mind at all this kind of life with you." She was trembling slightly, still feeling guilt for what she did. Tyler didn't hesitate, however, to wrap his arms around her and pull her close. He wanted to make sure she knew he wasn't angry at her. In fact, his now engorged dragonhood was gently brushing against her thigh. "What- Oh... Tyler?" she asked, looking up at him and confused at what to think. "I told you that I love you, Rachael... this sure as hell won't change it." He gave in. He couldn't help himself as a tear rolled down his cheek and onto the top of her head. She stopped shaking now, instead holding her breath a moment as she looked into his eyes. "I... love you too, Tyler" tears of joy welled up in he eyes as she practically leapt up to kiss him. It was an odd sensation to kiss with a muzzle and yet it didn't feel as alien as Tyler had expected. It felt natural. Tongues darted from one mouth to another as first she filled his maw and he invaded hers. After long, blissful moments they had to break for oxygen. Breathing heavily, Tyler confessed: "I need you... now." She said nothing and only nodded. Again they locked together, more deeply than before. Tyler brought her close to him as his claws explored this new, scaly body of hers. As they slid down to her firm, round ass, he flexed below and the pillar of meat he called a cock brushed against her sex. He could feel the heat from it and it drove him over the edge. Abandoning all formality or any pretense of being a gentleman, he shifted his weight and pulled himself further into her. Some resistance was met, but with the pre-cum from his excitement he easily slipped into her. The feelings that shot through his sensitive organ were nigh overwhelming. If it only felt ‘good' as a human, it felt simply amazing as a dragon. He pulled out almost reflexively and slammed back into her. It was as if instinct was taking over, like he was just an observer watching and feeling every wonderful moment. Rachael gasped slightly with each impact. As far as equipment went, she didn't really know what to expect after he changed but the transformation had rendered him absolutely enormous, even for his size. As a dragon, she could take much more than her human form could. She was thankful for it because he was almost stretching her to the limit. Every time he rammed forward she was filled completely and thrown into another mental sunburst of bliss. Regardless, this was exactly what she wanted. It was why she bit him, changed him, and made him the same as her. Practically awash in a sea of pleasure, she didn't care about these petty concerns or most of the world around her. Tyler could do whatever he wanted to, her plan had worked and she was happy. So many thoughts and feelings raced through his brain. This wasn't the first time they had sex but it sure as hell was the first time he did the act as a twelve foot scaled creature. Once he committed to it fully, silly fears like stepping on her tail or poking her with his horns faded away. The two moved about the barn, finding better positions. It was some time in this love-making scuffle that Tyler felt something bump against his head. The sound of glass breaking carried through the barn but he paid little mind to it as there were other, more important things to him. Somewhere in the motions they had changed places. He moved behind her, and remarked as she lifted her tail for him. Approaching, he grasped firmly her rump and mounted her, quickly resuming his thrusting. Something about this just seemed more natural to the both of them. Rachael arched her back, splayed her arms forward, and held her ass high into the air as her tongue lolled from the side of her mouth. The rhythm Tyler had worked into was building faster and faster. Again and again he pounded into her, digging claws into the floor and splintering the wood there. Neither of them put much concern into the building, flickering light or the sudden warmth at their backs as the oil-fed flames spread upwards into the rafters.
- * The old, dry barn quickly stoked itself in an inferno. Flames erupted in gouts around them as they writhed in the deep throes of lust. The fire licked along the sides of the draconic lovers but not burning them. If either were in their right mind they would marvel at the spectacle. Instead, Tyler was engaged in ploughing into her like a beast possessed and Rachael was rolling her eyes skyward as her hips were rocking with enough force to break any human woman. Burning planks of wood began to tumble from the ceiling. They fell weakly onto his back and shoulders before clattering to the ground. Rachael moaned as he bit softly into her neck, making her shudder. Both the fire and their passion consumed the barn until the roof collapsed around them, exposing them to the cool nighttime air. Tyler eye's were wide open. He felt the heat of the fire around him. He felt every twitch of his own muscle, every gentle and subtle movement on her part as he pounded into her. It was enough and yet was too much as both of them teetered over the edge of orgasm together. She tightened around him as his balls convulsed and emptied into her. The orgasm was no less of being stereotypically mind-blowing and yet, despite the maddening pleasure, he continued thrusting erratically. As it flowed into her and Tyler continued his pumping, she clenched around him again in another climax. The blissful, shuddering moments gave way to a relaxed and tired slackening of both muscle and form. Both of them slumped over and collapsed. With her in his arms, they rolled up to look at the now unobstructed view of the nighttime sky. The ruined barn smoldered around them in a smoking reflection of their own afterglow. He held her in his arms, the larger weredragon growling contentedly. It was at this time, the first time since him changing that he could really step back and take stock of things, that he really looked at her. She was a sight. The jet black scales of her chest and legs reflected the flickering, dying orange light of the embers below them. Her shoulders and head glimmered in the moonlight from above and it looked as if she were crowned with stars, as sappy as that sounds. The two of them gazed upwards in silence and watched the stars glimmer. He thought of how his life would be now. How was he going to explain his absences during the full moons? How was he going to explain the destruction of the barn? Honestly, he didn't care anymore. That would all come later. For now he simply enjoyed the moment.