TGTF surprise
My revenge for this...
With a sigh of relaxation he turned the key. The door lock made a soft clicking noise as it unlocked, allowing the dragon to open the front door. He entered into his home, turning around with the key still in his hands to lock the door again as he noticed a non-descript parcel resting right next to his feet.
The brown cardboard didn't tell much about the contents, but it felt heavy as he curiously tapped his foot against it. A handwritten note on white paper rested on top the box, providing some contrast to the otherwise bland packaging. As he bent down to pick up the box he could read clearly what was written on it: "Try me :)". The lettering seemed somewhat familiar and it almost seemed like great care was put into writing it. The paper was bright and no sign of smudges were to be found, the black ink with its well defined lines stood in stark contrast to the white paper.
It seemed harmless enough, even almost cute. Still, something felt just a bit off - for example, he couldn't quite put his finger on how it got into his apartment. Did he perhaps accept a delivery in the early morning when heading out to work and then forgot about it? That wouldn't quite explain the note though. Perhaps his friend who had a key to his apartment put it there - which would certainly explain the note and why the door was still locked when he got home. He carefully lifted the box. It felt every bit as heavy as it had seemed, the weight appeared to be evenly distributed and the box seemed to be tightly packed. He carried it to his desk where he inspected it further. Apart from the note on white paper resting on top, there was nothing that would have given any indication as to what it contained. Nothing was printed on the sides and only some generic packing tape seemed to keep the heavy and stuffed box from bursting open. He ran a claw alongside the tape and cut right through it. The top flap moved slightly with a soft pop as the tape was weakened enough to suddenly rip under the stress.
The very faint smell of latex almost seemed to crawl out of the box and he could spot something which appeared flat and green through the bulged opening. With a puzzled but no less curious look he opened the flaps. Something made out of a slightly reflective and smooth material rested, tightly packed, inside the box. Judging from the smell and appearance, it was most likely made out of latex. He pondered if he should take it out and unfold it, figure out what it was - or wait. What, if it was some sort of mistake that he got this? He was certain, that he would never be able to fold that thing back into the tightly compressed state it was in now.
The note, that was now resting next to the box almost seemed to dare him to do more than just look at the green - thing. His heart beat faster from curious excitement as his hands gently slid over the material, almost gaining in speed the more he carefully lifted the latex cloth out of the box. He stared at it in slight disbelief, as he held it up in its entirety, still questioning if it was indeed intended for him. The doubts quickly vanished and were drowned by his own excitement, his own arousal. In his hands, he held a full body latex suit. It was obviously made with a dragon in mind - the mask had slots for his horns, on the back were separate parts for his wings and even a long, empty tail hung there. For a while, he stood there, pondering if he should do what the note said or at least get something to eat first. He took a quick glance at the time displayed by his computer and sighed. There certainly wouldn't be enough time to get to do everything he wanted to do today - and if he would wait until tomorrow to try the suit, then it would be just too much of a tease having to work all day and perhaps finding yet again no time for it.
He gently laid the suit on the table and looked around. The bedroom seemed like it would be the most appropriate place to try it on, he thought. With a mixture of excitement and nerviness he started to undress himself before taking the suit and sneaking into the bedroom. Not that there was any reason to behave shyly in his own home, but it felt more appropriate to do so. He gulped as he looked at the back of the suit. It would most likely take him some time to get into it and shift everything into place. He slid his feet into the suit, shuddering as the latex slid over his scales. He was soon standing on his latex covered feet and gently stretched the backside of the suit to thread his tail into the small hole. Shortly after he could feel his bottom pressed snug into the suit and the material following the movement of his tail. The dragon paused for a brief moment. The easiest part was done, but getting the wings into the suit would most likely be a challenge on itself.
He should be proven correct. As he tried to lift the suit up to slide his wings into it, it wouldn't quite fit. The suit constantly slipped off and came resting on his hips. He looked at the mask that was attached to the front and thought to himself - what if the weight of the front was making things more complicated than they actually were?
His hands pulled the suit up to his shoulders and he slid into the arms, with the mask now hanging right in front of his nose. He lifted his arms and tried to pull the latex over his wings. While it certainly seemed easier, it took him a few tries to position it correctly. It fit snugly against his wings, almost feeling like a second skin. He couldn't quite move them as he normally could but he didn't expect to. For a few minutes he enjoyed the feeling of the suit pressed against his scales before finally lifting up the mask and gently pulling it over his head. While pulling it closer to his face, he could see through the holes for his nose and mouth. He only noticed once darkness surrounded him, that the mask didn't have any holes for the eyes. He revelled in the feeling surrounding his body, which was reinforced even more, now that he had to rely on his feelings and not just his eyes.
It was an interesting feeling but something kept nagging at him from the back of his head. The suit didn't fit perfectly, there were some odd loose feeling patches that didn't feel as tight as the overall rest of the suit. In some areas however it was almost too tight, almost making him fear that he could damage it.
He decided to stretch a bit, perhaps the suit just needed to be adjusted slightly. As he reached upwards to his wings he felt a strange, slightly cool and tight sensation around his wrists - and oddly enough, around the top of his wings too. He paused for a brief and puzzled moment. His arms wouldn't move an inch and even his wings seemed to be held in place. He could move his arms and wings slightly when he moved them together, but definitely not far. His heart raced and almost jumped when he heard a calm, soft and unfamiliar voice right next to him, "Hello, dragon."
He hissed and tried to turn towards the voice. He could only slightly turn his body as his wings and arms weren't quite following his movement and as he tried to move, he felt a slight and constant pull towards the ceiling, forcing him to keep his arms upright and next to his wingtips. It also gently reminded him him of the hooks he installed in the ceiling. "Hey, no hissing. That's not the way to greet a friend," said the unfamiliar sounding voice. While he didn't recognise the female voice, he thought that it seemed oddly familiar from the way it spoke.
He wanted to respond but his own confusion interrupted him, as he felt a slender body press against him. It was definitely a female body as he could feel her breasts pushing gently against his side as she leaned closer. Before he could react he felt something slip into his mouth and two straps wrap around his head. It felt smooth and round and he instinctively knew what it was: a ball gag. After a muffled, oddly growling hiss and a short burst of fire coming out of his mouth, he felt a short and audible pat on his bottom. "You should know that I'm not fireproof like you," said the now oddly familiar voice, "So for the protection of your home, and my feathery wings none the less, you get to keep your mouth shut."
His heart almost missed a beat as he noticed just who he was talking to - somebody he certainly didn't expect to show up at his place. Of course, there were a few minor details why he didn't recognise her voice and he had a qualmish feeling in his guts as he started to think about just why he didn't recognise her. He knew her, or rather "him" - a winged Siberian Husky. He had often teased the husky and even went so far as to send him - he gulped again - a certain dare involving a gender changing potion. He could feel the small and slender body gently snuggling against him. "You know me. I wouldn't do anything you don't actually want or at least would be okay with." He knew her well enough to trust her - but on the other hand he wouldn't quite have expected something like this from the husky either.
"Well, usually."
The remark made him feel slightly uncomfortable, almost exposed. His growling and hissing was muted by the gag and even his tries to breathe fire didn't quite seem to work as he could feel it quickly dissipating around the ball in his mouth. The voice seemed to now stand somewhere in the room and looking in a different direction than at him. "Come on, this will be FUN," she said enthusiastically before adding in a slightly gloatingly fashion while turning back to him, "At the least it will be a nice payback." He gulped. She wouldn't dare... would she? The voice grew louder as she stepped closer before coming to a halt behind him. "So, just relax." He felt something cool and slick pressing against his anus and yanked at his bonds. "You know that this is going in, whether you cooperate or not." It almost seemed like she wanted to prove her point as the tip of the plug slid deeper and gently stretched him. He let out a muffled moan but insisted on adding some disagreeing growling to it.
Even though he disagreed, he soon felt the plug getting rapidly thinner and quickly slide deeply into him. He could feel the base of the plug and her hand pushing against him. The sudden motion and sensation of being filled and slightly stretched made him moan in surprise. As he felt the pressure of the hand on his bottom slowly reduce, he expected the plug to gently slide out again - but instead it stayed put. It even seemed to - to grow! He would swear that it was getting wider - so wide, that it wouldn't slide out on it's own. Heck, even removing it when it was this big most likely wouldn't work! He growled and hissed. The voice behind him seemed to enjoy it, as he heard a coyish undertone in her words. "I see you noticed that I can lock it."
He chose to respond by trying to free himself once again but froze in the middle of his motion as he felt the plug expanding even further, this time in length. It was a strange sensation as he felt more and more filled with each passing second. Yet, it was a very soft sensation. A constant pressure, but nothing like even a soft silicone dildo would feel like. She leaned against him, forcing him to adjust to keep his balance. With every move he could feel it filling him up even more, gently stretching and applying constant but actually not that unpleasant pressure. "I knew you wouldn't let me force you to drink - this." His heart raced - she really was talking about; His thoughts were interrupted by her playful voice again. "But guess what, you don't need to drink it for it to work. Granted, the effects are much more short-term but as long as it stays locked up inside, it will last." As if she wanted to reconfirm what she just said, she gave him another loud and slightly stinging pat on the bottom.
Now he recognised what was going on and why he felt filled and gently stretched - it wasn't just the locked plug inside him - it was pumping him full with some sort of fluid. He growled, hissed and made all kinds of disapproving (and thanks to the gag weirdly sounding), slightly soft and higher pitched than usual sounds. Perhaps it was just the gag and slight exhaustion from constantly trying to fight the bonds that were keeping his arms and wings locked in place but he felt strangely disconnected from his own voice.
Her soft paws gently caressed his butt as she stepped in front of him. "You know, green latex really does suit you." He hissed again, muffled and softly. He felt her hands rest on his cheeks and her body press against him. The expected bumps between her or his legs never touched, instead he could feel her feet and hip gently pressing against the smooth latex covering his body. Her breasts pressed teasingly against his chest. "You know, you really look cute like this." He responded again by hissing and oddly soft growling. His own voice appeared odd to him, quickly stopping him from further voicing his disapproval.
Her hands gently slid over the smooth latex on his hips and followed the contours of his sides. She stepped backwards slightly but he swore that he could still feel her breasts pressing gently against his chest. As her hands reached his chest, he stood motionless and puzzled as they moved over what he had believed to be her breasts. He gulped and let out a slight and soft whimper. The latex on his chest pressed tightly against - his own breasts. He didn't really notice until he felt her hand slide over them. He also hadn't noticed until now, that the suit now sat tight and pressed snugly against him. It felt like a perfect fit - well, except that he seemed to have ...breasts? "Oh, you finally noticed." There was a devilish joy in the voice of the canine lady.
His heart raced and he gasped. While he was pondering just how far she had taken this game, he could feel her hands sliding downwards over his stomach and resting between his legs. His expectation that they would slide over the bump caused by his own erection was never met. He didn't quite know what to make of it that the hands also didn't slide over his balls - until he felt a finger just slightly penetrating him. The feeling wasn't as muffled as he had expected from being covered in latex. He could feel every minute detail of the finger teasingly moving around what seemed to be the most sensitive spot, never quite touching it and instead making him shudder as he learned about his new anatomy. The arousal almost drowned out the feelings of confusion. He felt her tongue sliding gently between his new female lips and a very soft and intensive kiss on "his" sensitive clitoris.
"You really make a fine dragoness, dear." The dragoness responded with a soft, feminine but very disapproving hiss.