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I run freebie streams occasionally where I pick people at random who are watching and write them a short flash fic story using their character, based on an idea they have related to the theme. This stream's theme was Post Transformation: what is life like after the life-changing event?

dragonien

"With record low temperatures and a large blizzard on its way, authorities are recommending people stay inside and stock up ahead of this weekend."

Dragonien listened to the television with half an ear. The eight-foot-tall red dragon focused on the stove in front of him more than the noise-box in the other room. Onions sizzled in a skillet and noodles boiled on the next burner over. The house was dark except for the light in the kitchen. Dragonien had the place to himself for the long weekend, during which time he hoped to get caught up on homework. With the blizzard coming in, he wouldn't have much of a chance to leave the cabin anyways.

The cabin wasn't really a traditional cabin. It had running water, central air and heat, and all the other amenities of a regular house. Dragonien liked to escape to the residence when he wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city, where his appearance often drew stares. He had only just turned 18, but appeared older thanks to his height. At eight-foot-four, he towered over most other people. There was also the matter of his... unique... lower body.

About five months previously, Dragonien's long-running puberty kicked into high gear. The dragon's body grew and grew and grew, though considering he'd already been close to seven foot at the time, most of the growth went elsewhere. The dragon's sweatpants bulged outwards with a massive length, wrapped over the top of a pair of massive balls. The fabric of the sweatpants wrapped around them on the sides, illustrating their heaviness. Dragonien leaned forward, bumping into the front of the stove, flattening the enormous length somewhat. He sniffed the spaghetti sauce and smiled. Dinner was almost ready.

After draining the noodles, he dished himself a large plate and headed for the living room. The weather report was going on about closed roads and white-out conditions. Dragonien hoped he wouldn't lose power as he switched over to another channel. His enormous bulge jerked a few times as he ate, slowly thickening, growing longer and pushing down the leg of the sweatpants, until the round crown was well past his knee. As he finished eating, he gave his package a pat and set his plate down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Okay, okay... time for the treatment..."

Dragonien's growth came with certain consequences, mostly that his hormone balance was severely out of whack. Left untended, he'd quickly discovered his newly productive organs would go off on their own. Again, and again, and again. It felt good, but it made quite a mess, especially the first time when it happened at a fast food restaurant. He was still paying off the dry cleaning bill he'd received.

His massive length throbbed against his leg as he stood and walked, awkwardly, towards the hallway, past the kitchen, and into the bathroom. His cock strained against the sweatpants, pulling the stretchy fabric tight. He was still only half hard, with the tip throbbing a few inches past his knee. The length curled partially over his balls, which rode up and down on his strong thighs as he moved.

He flicked on the light switch. The cabin had one bathroom and three bedrooms. Being there was only one, it was fairly large. Dragonien glanced at his reflection in the mirror, eyes drawn to the huge bulge in the front of his sweatpants. He pulled his long black hair away from his eyes and grunted a little as small jolts of pleasure ran up his spine. His tail swung heavily across the floor as the length flexed outwards, enough to nearly pull Dragonien off balance. The dragon moaned as a wet spot appeared on the front.

He'd had to take the hormone suppression treatment for the past three months. It damped down his sex drive, keeping him from getting erect in all the wrong places, though obviously it hadn't slowed down the actual growth of his member. Light glinted from the two straight onyx horns protruding from his head, between the fin-like ears pushing through his hair, as he leaned over and opened up the medicine cabinet.

The dragon's face took on a look of intense worry. The shelves were empty. He'd left the treatments at home, two hours away. And the roads were closed.

His cock throbbed again, flexing strongly, butting up against the front of the sink, pushing into the wooden cabinet door beneath. Another shot of pre-cum made his knees tremble. His balls rumbled, shuddering, as his arousal grew.

The dragon gripped the edge of the sink with red hands, panting hard, tail lashing to and fro in quick, short movements. His legs spread as his heavy testicles swelled with need. A moan of lust crawled out of his throat, echoing through the large bathroom, and he felt sticky warmth pool around his ankles, where the sweatpants clung wetly to his leathery red skin. Another burst of pre-cum and he shuddered, breathing hard, hair falling forward around his long red muzzle.

There'd be no studying this weekend.

Dragonien staggered away from the sink, turning from his reflection. He tensed his arms, flexing his biceps, gasping with pleasure as he turned his claws to his own body, pulling his black t-shirt off and tossing it onto the floor in the hallway. Pre-cum dribbled out of the right leg of his sweatpants as he limped towards the living room, cock thickening and hardening by the second, making it difficult to walk. It pointed almost straight down, squeezing his massive nuts into his thighs. Each huge orb was larger than his head and growing quickly, filling out and stretching his red skin taut. He moaned as he leaned into the wall, more pleasure sending urgent messages to his brain, demanding he take care of this issue immediately.

Dragonien persevered and managed to stagger back into the living room. He caressed his chest, pushing his fingers into his hard pecs, across his rippling abdomen, and flopped onto the couch. Spreading his legs, he looked down at his lower body, eyes wide as he watched his cock stretch the leg of the sweatpants tight. His toes curled as the heavy weight and warmth of his massive cock squeezed into his thigh and calf, warm and hot, pulsing, already pumping steady dribbles of clear pre-cum.

He remembered how it used to be. Last year, he'd been tall, but otherwise normal. Then... this. He moaned again, gasping, wondering whether the incredible pleasure he felt was worth the trouble. It was going to take ages to clean the carpets in here, but it was too late to move and there wasn't any room that would be safe.

The wind howled outside the windows as the dragon's moans grew in intensity, matching the severity of the winter weather outside. The leg of his sweatpants stretched farther, tightly wrapping around his cock, outlining every inch of the massive length as the tip pushed farther down, nearly reaching to his ankle. The sweats strained to accommodate the girth of his shivering, flexing erection, but there was only so much it could do. The dragon's hands reached down, clutching at his oversized testicles, as the thick head pushed further, squeezing out of the bottom of the sweats next to his ankle. The tight, wet fabric rubbed along the smoothness of his huge stalk, making the big male arch his back, pump his hips, and clutch at the base with both hands.

Another flex and the sweats gave out. The huge, black-skinned crown shoved completely through the elastic bottom of the leg of the sweatpants. The seams stretched apart before tearing completely. The incredible, nearly four-foot-long shaft rose upwards majestically as Dragonien watched, muzzle hanging open. A massive blast of pre-cum spewed from the tip, a solid stream that didn't stop even as the huge tool flexed again, pointing almost straight up. Pre-cum blasted into the ceiling, leaving a streak several feet long, and then the huge crown tipped down, falling over the dragon's chest. Flesh smacked flesh as the tip pumped heavily, pouring cum over Dragonien's shoulders, neck, and face.

Both of the dragon's arms wrapped around his massive length, squeezing the smooth black flesh into his belly and chest. He could feel the six-inch-thick urethra bulging outwards and shuddered with pleasure as the shaft, which was as thick as his hips at this point, dumped load after load of pre-cum, smothering his muzzle to the point he had to turn his head and wipe his eyes clean. His testicles continued to grow. They'd started the size of his head, once the initial growth began months ago, and usually remained there until he grew excited. Now, with the sudden drop-off in hormone suppression, his body was overcompensating, making them grow larger than he'd thought possible. The dragon's claws caressed the huge nuts, stroking them, unable to help himself as his whole body tingled with lust. Each massive orb would more than fill the sink the the bathroom.

They had to be that big to produce all the seed he was pumping out. He had yet to orgasm, but gallons shot from his thick tip each minute, coating both dragon and couch and forming a good-sized puddle on the floor. His moans increased in volume, drowning out the sound of the blizzard outside.

Both arms worked up and down the length, stroking madly. The huge thickness throbbed, flexing, bouncing against his chest and belly. The length topped out at around four and a half feet, so that the tip reached just to his nose, were his head looking straight forward. His hips lurched, bucking, making the couch creak and groan.

And then he came. Blinding pleasure swept across Dragonien as the unexpected orgasm made his muzzle seize up. He couldn't even breath as his cock reared up, pulled in, and then pulsed, a swelling from the very root all the way to the tip as the wave of hot dragon seed made the long journey from his oversized balls. The first blast erupted over Dragonien's head, shooting across the floor and splattering into the wall next to the opening that led into the kitchen. Cum splattered to both sides as the paint chipped and cracked under the pressure.

Another blast followed, just as intense as the first. Dragonien couldn't move as his cock fired like a cannon, blasting the wall a second time, putting a dent in the drywall. His hands grasped the flesh of his black shaft, holding it tightly, but he could do nothing as the third jet swelled out of his productive testicles. It didn't shoot as far, failing to reach the wall; instead, it arced slightly higher, grazing the ceiling to leave another streak, before raining down in fat globules onto the carpet just past the couch.

Dragonien finally managed to relax and slumped into the couch cushion as his cock pulsed. Thick, gooey streams of warm dragon cum spilled from the tip, more and more and more, until the big red male was nearly swimming in the stuff. His nostrils clogged with cum as ropes of jizz splattered his head, the arm of the couch, and the floor behind. The taste was exquisite and he licked his way over the tip, groaning in lust as his arms pulled his length close. The male's thighs squeezed around his cock and balls, wrapping around them tightly. He hooked his ankles together and squeezed, forcing more thick streams of white seed to burst from the huge tip.

Dragonien grunted, moaning as he came as hard as he could ever remember. The doctors told him he ought to cycle on and off the supplements, but he wasn't due for another month. The sudden dropoff was causing him to... to...

Rational thought left Dragonien as a second orgasm swept over him, just as intense as the first. The shot of cum that exploded from his tip put a fist-sized hole in the wall and the couch buckled under the weight of his massive balls. His cock lurched upwards, spraying a wide stream up the wall and onto the ceiling, stripping paint and drywall as it went. Dragonien howled, body jerking, hips thrusting his massive cock into the air. He cried out again and again, hot and fiery, unable to stop, needing to touch and feel his enormous erection as cum washed over his body in warm waves.

"Whew! I just barely made it up the mountain! Hey, Dragonien, surprise! I brought cookies since I thought you might get lonely this weeke... oh!"

Dragonien's eyes snapped open as a familiar voice suddenly stopped. He hadn't even heard the door open - he'd been too enraptures, caught up in his non-stop orgasm. Without a moment's hesitation, the big red dragon rolled off the couch, onto his hands and knees. His thighs squeezed his huge balls into the floor, forcing more cum to pump from his cock, which pushed straight through his arms, spurting bursts of white seed onto the floor in front of him. The black-and-green-furred cheshire cat dropped a plate of cookies onto the floor and stared in shock as Dragonien's muzzle spread into a massive grin. The weekend just got even better.

The end.