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The only way I could be worth more is if I was female. That's what they told me.

Only a small percentage of the population are born part animal, with the dragonic amongst them being a particular rarity. Some believe that under certain circumstances, an animal and human soul collide before entering their embryonic bodies, becoming a single being. The resulting child being a mixture of both. I don't know if I believe that, however it is definitely odd for human parents to randomly have a part animal child. It's rare but it happens. We must make up around seven percent of the population, give or take.

My mother laid an egg. Well, I say laid, she had to have a cesarean. I was a big egg and humans aren't built for laying them. Something she frequently uses to remind me of how she suffered to bring me into this world. Never mind I was also the shortest pregnancy she would ever have, I spent more time being pushed around in a heated incubator than carried by her.

At school children wouldn't bully me as often as other hybrids. I was large in stature for my age, strong and naturally equipped with many dangerous implements. Though when they did they made up for it. If you have a non-human limb they sure did like to abuse it, and you cannot really fight back because the teachers would always side with the puny human over the big scary dragon thing. You should know better, they would lecture, you're the dangerous one...

Juveniles would accuse hybrids of being the offspring of sexually depraved humans and animals. We were a mixture of both after all, so you could see how a child would rationalise that. You could also imagine the teasing I got, considering the difference in proportions between my mother and the average dragon male... Which was ludicrous, a physically impossible coupling. Dragons were more likely to swallow you whole than try to hump you.

But enough about that speciesist nonsense.

Being a dragon hybrid, naturally I didn't have the best relationship with certain professions, say alchemists and enchanters. They were always trying to take... samples. Dragons having the highest concentration of magically infused matter made even simple claw clippings a commodity of value in their circles. Despite only being part dragon; every piece of me was still valuable, particularly considering the difficulty of acquiring those samples from my feral counterparts.

That had its perks, I could always sell a little something at the local market to raise money on the side while growing up. Some shedded scales, a few toe clippings. I was being ripped off now I look back at it, but I received enough to keep me happy at that age. Growing up I became more self aware of the meaning of all that. It's not nice when people see you as being a collection of walking valuables, of parts, each with its own market.

So walking in on the college open day, browsing the different campus societies that may be of interest, certain people of course took an interest in me. It's definitely awkward to suddenly find yourself surrounded by strangers, poking and prodding you like a piece of meat. Speculating amongst themselves what one of my scales or a shaving of my horns would do for their latest pet projects.

Dragon ingredients were like rocket fuel for potions and amplifiers for enchantments, a little goes a long way. So they were certainly eager to get me on board, though were probably being rather optimistic on what bits and pieces I'd be willing to part with.

I was so flustered by the surrounding interest; I didn't notice the two robed senior members that remained at the alchemist societies booth. Watching from afar, whispering amongst themselves of possibilities. Little did I know at that time that it was them, rather than their grasping colleagues, that I should have been wary of.

Student fees had tripled that year. Paying for higher education and the associated student debt was a hot topic amongst my age group. It had become highly competitive to find part time work to fund one's academic activities, however... It's difficult for those like me to find that sort of work.

It's not supposed to happen, discrimination that is. However in the real world employers didn't like animal like creatures serving their customers. Some stray fur in a dish, an intimidating toothy smile greeting them at the door, we just aren't popular in certain roles. Which just happened to be most of the part time work going for students.

How to pay my way was a constant at the back of my mind. Being part dragon, I'm naturally powerful in magic, I'm pretty much destined to train in the arcane arts. However, how to pay for it I wasn't sure of at that stage. Being able to raise funds here and there by selling disposable pieces of myself wasn't enough to fund a full course in college, and I was keen to keep hold of my less replaceable bits...

Eventually things quieted down and I finally clawed back some personal space, my pockets stuffed with flyers from different college societies. Then they approached me, the two from the alchemist booth. I'm used to being asked questions about my "breed" and can they have this or that piece of me but... They just inquired about my gender, which I felt was awkward. If I had skin my face would have turned red, I could feel my cheeks warming up but thankfully had no outward display of this. Why did they want to know my gender?

These two were genuinely creepy, stood there in their dark robes glancing up and down me with particularly wide toothy grins for humans. For a moment I thought they were propositioning something lewd, so I quickly ensured they knew I was male to put aside any such ideas... at least I hoped.

No, they had something else in mind. The sort of proposal they insisted would have to be made away from the crowd, away from eyes and ears. I'm a big guy, but I was sure to keep the crowd within sight in case they tried anything. They may have been human but alchemists can brew substances that can disable larger creatures such as myself. You hear terrible stories and I was quite attached to all my organs.

To say I was shocked by their proposal... would be an understatement. It was absurd, the thought of it made me cringe. I immediately rejected the idea, yet they insisted that I go away and think on it for a while longer before coming to any decision. Leaving their contact details and returning to their booth before I could insist that it was out of the question.

You know... the only way I could be worth more is if I was female... that's what they said. They were right as well. The things I could sell from myself, disposable bits and pieces, they were the most common dragon ingredients you could get. Still valuable, but the most common of what was available. You didn't need to fight a dragon to pick up what it left behind.

Other ingredients like muscle, bone, blood and organs... They were harder to come by, as slaying a dragon was a dangerous business and since they couldn't be domesticated; a market dependant on hunting with licence under strict conditions. However there was one dragonic item that was particularly rare, extremely difficult to acquire. Eggs, dragon eggs.

Given their long and solitude lives, dragons would only mate every decade or so. Add to that their dangerous nature, getting hold of eggs was extremely perilous. There was no industry standard for acquiring them, they're closely guarded and many have died in the attempt. They're worth a impressive bundle that reason, everything from ground shell to the yolk having an application in the creation of powerful items.

So, if I had been born female, arguably there would be something in that. Our kind are born sterile, it's just part of being a hybrid. So it's not like you would be giving away your children or anything, they'd just be empty shells. A disposable part of yourself that's very valuable and in high demand.

But I am not female, which made the whole proposition a waste of time. So why were they still grinning?

They could make a potion they said. Expensive, but given the return it would be worth it they said... The thought of it made my insides churn, I felt like I should be in a cold sweat if I could. It dampened my mood for the remainder of the open day; so I went to a nearby field for takeoff room and flew home. I didn't like the idea of continuing to hang around where those weirdos were.

Yet here I am now, sat in bed in the dark of night, listening to the rain outside. Thinking on things.

Never before had I been so aware of my manhood as right now. How it felt sitting inside me, hidden deep inside my vent. I sent a stray clawed hand down towards it, between my legs and felt over the bulge of that area. Over the scales that parted at my opening just before my tail began. I could feel it beginning to swell, just slightly, anticipating that it must be time to play with this attention. I back off and took a deep breath, avoiding encouraging it further.

I cannot believe I'm even humouring this... Options, what are my other options?

Take out a massive student loan I'll be paying back for decades to come? Granted my lifespan was longer than most, another perk of my dragonic blood. But still, it would take a significant amount of time to repay. I couldn't burden my family either, they couldn't afford to pay me through college. I moved out because I wanted to be more independant, right?

I didn't necessarily have to go to college... But then, where did that leave me? With my present qualifications, lack of experience and being a... undesirable species to work with; I wouldn't have many options. I didn't have fur so maybe I could get away working behind the scenes at some food place, maybe... I do have a lot of limbs poking out behind me, wings and a tail, which can be deemed hazardous in certain work environments.

The biggest strength going for me is that I'm a walking batch of super rare magical ingredients, many of which granted I needed to keep living. If I could take advantage of that to get me through higher education, to become magically trained, I could use that innate power for my advantage rather than others.

This plan of theirs, to fund my way through college through mutual profit, wouldn't require that I give up anything essential. But...

A few days later, I made the call. I could almost sense those grins through the phone. We talked for a while about how the returns would be split, about how it will be managed, they'll send me a package they say. When I finally put the phone down all I could hear was my own heartbeat. I swear my finned ears were twitching with each thud of it. I felt like I had just entered into a terrible decision I'd regret.

The package, it's here now, and I'm trembling.

Inside is a vile of something I'm told is very expensive, I believe them. This wasn't your corner shop alchemy I was holding, some people spend years saving up for just one of these and I was promised two. One now, one after I delivered on the agreement.

There were some other items as well, multiple enchanted self refrigerating vials and clinically sealed instruments. I started the preparations, taking my time, in a way delaying what I knew was coming. It took several days to store enough... samples, which I would need later on. I had to make sure I had enough spare as there wouldn't be getting any more later if the first attempt failed.

Eventually there was only one thing left to do. I'm hesitating, I knew I would hesitate, who wouldn't in my situation? But this was the best plan I had to pay my way, arrangements had already been made, the vial was now in my hand. I couldn't afford to change my mind now, so bottoms up.

I stood there striped naked, I wasn't sure what to expect, I never would've dreamt I'd end up doing something like this. How would it begin? Would it hurt? My breath quickened, loudly sucking air in and out of my nostrils. Was this the potion or was I just panicking?

Eventually something did begin to happen. My vent began to swell and loosen, like I was aroused but really this situation didn't make me feel that way in the slightest. I looked down in curiosity as my dragonic member began to peek out from behind my scaly slit, pushing out and erecting of its own accord with no sense of arousal to aid it.

It just grew all on its own, fully erect and ready for action. This was a curious symptom considering what the potion was supposed to do, maybe this was all just a sick joke and I've actually ingested viagra instead? Part of me would be relieved if that was actually the case, however I really did need...

I suddenly hissed involuntarily, like you do when struck with unexpected pain, my tail jerking upward in reaction and my wings semi-unfolding. But, was it really pain? This feeling... My prostate was somewhat sore. No, it was feeling squeezed. It felt really tight all the sudden, which only made my member even harder. I had used improvised toys to aid prostate stimulation in the past, it was sort of like that, some invisible force pushing down on it within me.

But this feeling... it was becoming even tighter. Oh my, even tighter! My erection had now become so hard it stung, yet I could still feel my prostate being squeezed further. It felt like it was under huge pressure, ever increasing pressure that was compressing it inward, it becoming hard as a rock and then harder! My penis throbbing painfully now.

I grabbed at my crotch fruitlessly in an effort to ease the sensation, my knees turning awkwardly inward as it intensified. I couldn't do anything about what was going on inside. I snarled at the impossible pressure I felt deep inside, it pumping my penis above and beyond breaking point. So tight, so very tight! How much more can I... can I... Then, just like that, the feeling faded to nothingness.

Before I could appreciate the relief; I noticed my penis suddenly flop back down and began to loosen. It didn't go back inside my vent as it should, it just hanged there, almost like it had been deflated.

I walked over to the bed, still reeling from the experience. My member flopping about between my legs as I moved; like I imagined a humans must do. My tail slithering its way through the bedsheets behind as I sat for closer inspection of my manhood. I had never seen it like this before, it was erection size but... soft? Usually when I was no longer erect it would go back inside, yet this time it's still hanging around.

I attempted to move it independently, yet nothing happened, it didn't respond. That feeling when you move an erect penis, that... pumping sensation you feel in your rear. It was gone, it just wasn't working. Something inside me was missing, causing my penis to dangle uselessly from my vent looking all broken. It was rather alarming.

But now that pressure... that feeling. It was beginning to come back, beginning to build up again. Only now I felt it over my whole member, going deep into my vent. Pulling... pulling... pulling!

I gasped audibly as I felt the force of it growing, as if my body was trying to suck inward through my vent. The feeling spreading into my body, pulling deeper into me. It was such a bizarre sensation, like sucking into a closed mouth and creating a buildup of pressure. Only this pressure was pulling inward through my groin, growing stronger by the second. I lay on the bed, gasping and snarling as I clutched the ever intensifying pressure in my crotch, my tail involuntarily twitching inwards in response.

It felt like my vent was trying to suck the whole world in, the intensity of it! My penis was now finally returning to its vent, disappearing into it from beneath my hands until they just lay clutching my scaled underside. But it didn't stop there, the inward pulling continued forcing it deeper into me, almost like I was having an inward erection! I felt it getting longer and harder, pushing into my body.

How deep would it go? I felt it stretching further upward through my lower abdomen, before then suddenly erupting into a range of exotic sensations. New things were being formed within me, new shapes. It was all so alien, it sent me into a fit of reptilian grunts and squeals, my hands picking up moisture leaking from my vent as they trembled. I could feel interior structures ballooning within me that previously didn't exist.

Thankfully I lived alone as I was being rather loud, I couldn't help it, what was these feelings within me? My crotch burned with changes. Then the heat evolved, it became... pleasurable. I clutched between my legs feveriously as the burning followed the path my penis had taken, traveling deeper inward. I liked this heat, my tail ceased its twitching and just maintained an inward curl. My muzzle parting slightly as I panted, my screeches and squeals quietening until they were only a breath.

The pleasure eased my transition, covering my body in warmth as the violence of the changes faded. I just lay there for a while immersing myself in it, clutching my crotch as it all began to fade and my body cooled. All was calm now.

After a period of silence, I opened my eyes again. Things felt... different. I felt across my vent, the familiar bulge was absent. I didn't feel what I used to feel in there. Reluctantly, I inspected. Stroking a single finger over the scales of my vent, occasionally poking to test the entrance; causing it to swell as it usually would.

Eventually I felt brave enough to push inside, just a little. Things were strange in there, I couldn't quite find what I usually did. A little deeper? Still nothing in there. Deeper? My eyes widened and I pulled out, I quickly sat up and panted in response to the alien stimulation. It burning in there. I daren't not explore any further.

Oh wow... It's actually been done, I actually did this... I'm... I'm...

I get up and look into the mirror. I didn't look that different, maybe the horns were a little smaller? No, it was just my imagination. However I felt inside I really didn't look different at all. Was there really so little difference between genders among dragons, or was this potion only designed to change my reproductive organs and leave the rest the same? Whatever the case, people probably wouldn't notice that I'm now a... now a...

Ok, I told myself to calm down. It's not that big of a deal, you'll just have to make a few life adjustments and the majority of things would be the same. You could wear the same cloths, visiting the bathroom would be the same because you didn't go standing like mammals anyway. No one would notice your... changes.

Still though, bloody hell! I actually went through with this, talk about desperate... But, it would only be long enough to fund my education. They'd change me back at the end, that was the deal. Even if they refused, I'd be able to easily afford my own potion with the money I'll make off the...

Ah, right, there is still that part of it. This change was just the beginning, there were far greater challenges for me to overcome, both emotional and physical.

My gaze turned to the refrigerator. I just glared at it for a while, tail rocking side to side nervously behind. There was also a new, unexpected tingly sensation in my crotch. That's a normal reaction given what I was planning, I guess. I look down over my naked body, it looking pretty much the same as before thankfully. However how am I going to explain away what I was about to do to it next?

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I walk over to the fridge. Upon opening I pull out a container filled with a white gooey liquid, the only thing rarer than even dragon eggs. If it wasn't for our kind naturally being sterile, what I'm about to do to myself would be pretty messed up. There was only one reliable and discreet way to get a supply of dragon seman to make this all work... my own.

Although me and my penis are now apart, we had a good couple of days to provide a memorable farewell. I fapped at every opportunity to provided a bountiful supply of dragon hybrid spunk to be frozen and stored away. This was now in finite supply, as I wouldn't be able to make any more until it was time to change back. Hence where the freezer vials came in.

This batch was quite fresh as well, having just been made prior to me taking the potion... I'm going to have to inseminate myself with this now, aren't I?

I kept repeating to myself while loading up the insemination syringe, self assurance for the craziness I was about to embark on. This won't make you pregnant, I told myself. It will just stimulate egg production, that's all... It won't make you pregnant, it will just make empty eggs... It won't make you pregnant!

I cringed as I began saying it aloud. This was crazy, I'm crazy, those two alchemists are sick and crazy! I was about to fertilize myself, with myself! Even if this wouldn't technically make me pregnant in the reproductive sense, my mind raced with the meaning of what I was doing. Moments earlier I was a man and now I was about to inject my own sperm into myself...

I lay down on the bed quivering. Without looking I locate my vent with one hand, holding the insemination with the other. I then bring the syringe down to where it needed to be. Taking a deep breath, I fed the tube inside until it was all in, I could feel it forcing through my new interior. I pause for just a moment, taking it all then, then slowly push the plunger down. I feel a cool liquid entering the core of my being, welcome home jizz...

There, done. I pull the tube out and breathed again. It's done, you've done it. Done, done, done...

I wrap the cum dripping instrument in its packaging and disposed of it appropriately. There was little to do now but wait, which I knew would be difficult. Plenty of time to think about what I had done and what was now to come. Even as I dressed myself again, I was all too aware of what was going on within me. I swear I could almost feel it happening, an overactive imagination wasn't doing me any favours.

Sitting on the bed with my legs crossed, I loaded up my console for a much needed distraction. Only tonight any game kiddies calling me a "bitch" would be hitting home particularly hard.

Some time had past since that happened, since I did that to myself, I try to push it to the back of my mind. Today was normal, today I was just knocking at a door. A few moments later it opened and an all too familiar face greeted me. My mum welcomes me and directs me to come inside the house I grew up in, at least that hadn't changed.

I valued my independence but the family roast was always appreciated. It was a chance for the family to meet together and discuss how things were going, to enjoy each others company once again, plus my mum could actually cook; unlike myself. It was the only meal of my week that genuinely felt satisfying.

Today the dominant conversation at the table was reproductive matters, of course. My older sister was pregnant, you see, and my mother was all too keen to share her experience on the matter. Whether my sister wanted to hear it or not it would seem. I was happy to quietly munch away while they dominated discussion, I was never one for dinner table conversation and was just glad they hadn't noticed any... changes.

However I couldn't help but listen in, on the matter of being in labour. Terrible pain my mother said, can last days she said. I was the worst as usual, being such a big egg.

Yeah... eggs... At times I could forget I went through those changes, what I did to myself. I was almost tempted to ask my mum a few details on carrying an egg, though really it wouldn't be representative of what I would be experiencing. Unlike her I was properly built for laying them and I should be carrying a lot more than just one.

My legs began to fidget beneath the table, I couldn't quite get comfortable on the seat for some reason. I glanced up from my food, were they looking? Were they suspicious? I had to constantly reassure myself they would have said something if they had noticed I had changed, yet the fear remained. I squirmed in my chair.

This subject was making my rear feel weird, kind of a warm buzzing feeling in my vent. Normally this would indicate I was at risk of embarrassing myself, but there was no risk of random inconvenient erections for the time being. Besides, it felt different than that. If becoming female had changed anything, it was a broader diversity of sensations in my rear. It was simplier as a male, either I was horney or I wasn't. These feelings were complicated and they went deeper inward.

I felt odd, I really should remove myself from the conversation to become better composed. I get up and say I'm just popping upstairs a moment, only for the conversation to then inconveniently change into being about myself.

"Well he's certainly not going hungry" suddenly said my mother, almost passive aggressively.

"What do you mean?" I inquired, stopping by my chair.

"She means you're getting fat." My sister clarified as she tucked into her meal, making up for lost time now her conversation wasn't the focus.

I wasn't amused. "I'm not getting fat, my diet hasn't changed in the slightest" I argued in defence. "The only one getting fatter here is her" I said as I gestured towards my sister.

My mother laughed. "She's pregnant, she's supposed to be getting fat, what is your excuse? If you're putting on weight you need to look at your diet, you know you have to be more careful being a hybrid. You have to..."

It was a lecturing I was all too familiar with and wasn't in the mood for. Yes, us hybrids did have to be careful with our diet. Me in particular because I required a high energy protein rich one, which made falling into the trap of relying on junk food as an easy source a risk. I needed lean unprocessed meats, I had heard it all before.

But my diet hadn't changed, I was eating properly and I really didn't need the usual lectoring I got when I was first leaving home. She was always worried about me not eating right without her supervision and that... my diet hadn't changed...

I excused myself and proceeded up the stairs, my tail bobbing behind with each step upward, leaving the family to continue talking amongst themselves. I turn on the bathroom light, closing and locking the door behind me. My reptilian muzzle greeted me in the cabinet mirror, maintaining sight of it; I rotated my body and pulled my shirt over my torso.

It couldn't be, not this soon...

I reach behind and unbutton the part of my shirt just below my wings, before then pulling it up to reveal my plump scaly torso in the mirror. This wasn't belly fat, the plumpness continued all the way up my torso. My sides were visibly more rounded and protruded over my waistline.

How had I not noticed this before? Living by yourself, you really don't keep track of these things, though my family did. They could see my body was a little bit pudgier. Little do they know my sister wasn't the only one with something growing inside them at that dinner table... and I'm only going to get bigger.

Unzipping my pants; I pushed my tail forward for better inspection of my vent, nothing was out of order down there. What was those feelings? Something about the conversation made this new female reproductive system react. I suppose like my male one it's going to respond to my emotional state in different ways, it just didn't help that I was so unaccustomed to the female one.

And the subject matter... I hadn't really considered this, it should have been obvious, but... Laying eggs is going to hurt, isn't it? I mean, giving birth hurts and I'm going to do that... a lot. That thought brought back those sensations in my groin, even more powerfully than before. My own reproductive organs were alien to me but there was no time to become accustomed to them, egg development had already begun.

I close my pants and button the shirt up below my wings again, not tucking it in now that I was self aware of my body shape. I should have known I would develop quickly, reptiles do most of their pregnancy outside of the body after all. If I was already showing now, my family would definitely be asking questions if I showed up next time.

I had best start thinking of excuses to not visit for a month or so, good ones. The last thing I wanted was for my family to know what I was up to.

I return to the table downstairs, the conversation having resumed to pregnancy. It seemed my father had become the target of criticisms that men could never understand what it was like to be pregnant, the pain of giving birth, my mother boasting that my sister had no idea what she was in for. Thanks mum...

In the following week, boy was I feeling it. I woke up with my legs spread wide, now being all too aware of the bulge of my body. I noticed a reptile pregnancy had a different look to it than for humans. My sister had a large stomach, but me? My whole torso seemed to be fattening. There was no specific area that was bigger than elsewhere, I just seemed to be getting rounder and rounder. I put it down to having multiple eggs stored across my body rather than a single area.

I managed to squeeze into one of my shirts but they're starting to get tight, I prefer them loose and airy but what can you do? It's not like I could just go out and buy new clothing, hybrid clothing had to be custom made and ordered in advance. There was no point in waiting two weeks for an expensive resizing that would not fit on arrival, I could only get bigger from here on...

This posed a concern. If I kept growing like this, eventually none of my clothing would fit me, I'd have to go naked. For a human that would be embarrassing at most, but for a hybrid... it could be a problem.

My mind went back. Every hybrid has an inner struggle, one which most of their childhood is spent combating. Behavioural therapy, weekend classes, it took a lot of work to act human. We're not born that way, we're born with all our instincts attached, a mangle of human and animal impulses. You had to work to change that, to fit in with human society and its acceptable norms, to not act feral...

Prolonged nudity was one of those things they warned about, something that could cause you to fall back into bad habits. It sounded silly, like simply taking off your cloths would erase years of behavioural conditioning. There is just something about being naked, like an animal would, that tugs on those impulses. At least, that's what we're taught, probably a load of nonsense.

If I have to go naked I'll go naked, but it's not a problem right now.

I dragged over my stool and plopped myself in front of my laptop desk, my belly hanging out from under a wrinkly shirt. It was a morning routine for me, as I imagined it was for many males, to whack off to some porn to deal with my morning wood. Despite now lacking a morning wood, I felt maintaining this routine would be therapeutic in dealing with my lost masculinity.

Hybrids had the most diverse pornography in the market, earning us the reputation of being particularly deviant and sexually adventurous. Really, there was just a lot of different hybrid species, each having their own biological quirks to play with.

Humans historically saw all hybrid sexuality to be deviant, because it involved animalistic themes, which was ridiculous because we were animal people after all. The idea of animal people with breasts and erections made some humans uncomfortable, which is their problem.

Erections... I say looking at porn, of looking at females, was to help with my sense of lost masculinity. Really, I got a lot of conflicted feels from this. The females were as attractive as ever, and I did in fact become aroused by them.. But the arousal...

I closed my eyes to immerse myself in the feeling, grinned then chuckled sadly. Yes, I was aroused by them, biological changes hadn't erased a life of liking women. Yet I was also so conflicted, because I couldn't have these women the way I wanted to. The more aroused by them I became, the more I wanted them, the more I felt the need to... be penetrated... vigorously....

I turned the porn off.

It was so conflicting, to be a male in mind but have a women's drives. I watch porn of females as a way of self assurance that I am still attracted to women, to remind myself that these changes haven't erased my true gender. Yet all it did was create this intensifying urge I couldn't satisfy, so it became more of a torment than a relief really.

I rubbed the swollen belly and stretched my various limbs noisily, my burning vent pressed against the fabric underneath me feeling unsatisfied. If I had felt like this a couple of weeks back when I first changed gender, I may have become inventive with any suitably shaped objects in the room. However I'm carrying valuable eggs now, I couldn't risk damaging them. That thought kept me in check, from these urges pushing me to do things I may look back on in shame when I turn back.

When I turn back... Memories of having an erection felt as if they were another life. The feeling of it hardening, its warmth and power, how it rubbed against the scales of my slit as it pushed it's way out... All that's left of it being a few frozen vials stored away. Venting your urges were so much simpler back then, now I just seemed to stew in them.

I moaned frustratedly. Enough self pity, it wasn't doing me any good. I continued with my morning routine, ignoring that yearning buzz in my rear as I went about my activities until it had finally left me in peace. If I kept busy I didn't have time to think about the complete lack of sexual gratification these past few weeks, which in part was my own fault I guess. I just wasn't prepared to stimulate myself in that way.

There was a reason I was feeling particularly self aware today. I was going to have a visitor and I didn't like that, I didn't like that one bit. The two from the college got in touch over the phone yesterday, they wanted to know how their investment was doing...

I can understand that. How do they even know I took the potion and actually went through with the self insemination? For all they knew I had sold what they sent, hell they were worth quite a bit on their own. They wanted to be sure things were going to plan, that things were progressing as intended.

For that I was told they got in touch with a medical colleague, someone discrete, to confirm and assess my condition. I just hope they weren't as creepy as their two friends, the last thing I needed was to be felt up by another robed weirdo. I wrapped myself in my wings defensively at the thought, I had never felt vulnerable like this before, it was strange. What did a big dragonic hybrid like me have to fear?

Everything was prepared now. I dressed in a bathroom robe to make the assessment simpler. My preferred shirts took too long to unbutton and frankly squeezing into them was becoming more uncomfortable by the day. All that was left was to relax and wait. I did so enjoying a snack of pâté on toast with a hot brew, taking down supplements between bites.

If my condition did one thing to my body, it felt lacking. It should be expected given the eggs would be sucking up a lot of the nutrients my body needed, but mithral supplements were expensive and it was a metal I was particularly craving as of late. As a dragon metals played a more important role in my nutritional needs, more so than for humans and I was going through my stash of supplements pretty fast.

I didn't want to go outside to fetch more looking like this, but the longer I left it; the higher the likelihood I'd run out and have to. The later I left it, the bigger I'd be and the less I'll want to go outside. I could order them online and have them delivered, but then I'd lose the significant discount hybrids were entitled to at registered pharmacies... Ground up precious metals weren't cheap.

Suddenly, a knock at the door.

I looked the direction of the sound for a moment, composing myself for the possibilites of what was to come. I got up, with a little difficulty given the weight I was now carrying, then walked across the room to greet my visitor. Unsure as to what exactly they'd have to do in order to satisfy my partners that their investment was well taken care of.

I removed the lock and opened the door. Then, my heart began to race.

"Hello there stranger" said my sister, one arm holding a bag while the other instinctively protected her pregnant bump. I did my best to appear calm and composed but behind it all my emotions ran amok, the tip of my tail shaking rapidly out of her view. Why did she come here, why did she have to come here now?

I remember myself and invite her in to avoid suspicion, taking her bag, holding in my gut to the best of my ability as she walked past me. I led her into the living room, taking seat immediately to better conceal myself. It may have been rude to sit so quickly myself when welcoming a pregnant women into your home, but given the circumstances...

"So..." I started. "What brings you here?" I asked her, while doing my best to keep the outward appearance of a normal shape; so not to attract attention. I could feel the eggs in there, pressing against my insides as I sucked it all in. In my sister's eyes I could see she knew something wasn't right, this facade wasn't going to be easy.

"Well mum has been worried with you being sick for this long, so she sent me over with a few things to help make you feel better" she clarified, gesturing towards the bag still in my hands. I peered inside and there were a few comfort foods to my fancy but nothing medical in nature. "You don't sound well, how have you been?" She looked me over, making me feel even more self aware. "You should really go the doctor, you've been ill too long".

She wouldn't sound right either if she was holding in what I was... I suppose the sick story would have only lasted so long, particularly with me being a hybrid and thus harder to treat. Our biology only had so many similarities with humans, the mixed blood limited the availability of treatments as most were designed for pure human biology... I appreciated their concern, but this was really not the best time to have expressed it and without warning.

See a doctor she said...

"Well... you see..." I mustered strength to keep maintaining my shape "Actually I'm expecting a visit from a doctor any moment now". I wasn't lying, I was expecting a visit from a medical practitioner. Just not for the reasons she'd expect.

"Oh..." she responded, "Then I'll keep you company while waiting for them".

I'm going to explode... I could hear my stomach gurgling. Must she be so nice and thoughtful? At any other time it would have been appreciated, but if I kept this up who knows what would happen...

"By the way..." She continued, "Why are you holding your gut in like that?" My eyes widened. "It's not healthy to do that when you're sick, you're being silly".

Damn... she noticed, of course she noticed, she grew up with me so of course she'd notice despite my different anatomy. What am I going to do!

"I've got... lots of wind" I eventually answered. "I'm all bloated, it's embarrassing and I didn't want you to notice". I placed both my hands over my belly, suggestive of me not feeling good in there Really I was about to pop and needed all the additional support I could get.

"Stop that, I don't care how you look when you're ill." She looked crossed with me. "Stop being silly and"...

I popped... I simply couldn't hold it in any more, I simply couldn't! Her eyes grew at the bulge bursting from under my robe, we just both sat there in silence for a moment while she processed my appearance. "That's wind!" she eventually said clearly alarmed, to which I nodded and hoped for the best.

"... Good thing you've got a doctor coming, you're huge!" She finally said, to which I was most relieved. I suppose it was silly of me to think her first thought would be that... Then to my surprise, she started giggling. "Sorry!" she said amongst her fit of laughter. "I know it's not funny, you're probably feeling very ill, but..." I looked at her perplexed, then upon understanding decided to play along.

"Hey!" I protested. "It's not my fault dragon anatomy gets like this when you have bad wind. It's not funny." I gave her a crossed look while pulling my robes around the bulge, feigning attempts to conceal it. I was bluffing of course, I very much doubted wind would blow up a dragon gut this much, but she wouldn't know any better.

"I'm sorry!" she continued, still giggling away. "But you look even more pregnant than me!" She covered her mouth, attempting to control herself and failing. I guess with her bump being the focus of attention in the family, it was novel to see another family member with a bigger belly than her, even if it wasn't a pregnant one... I wondered how she'd react if she knew.

At the very least I could relax now, it was killing me to hold everything in and it couldn't have been good for the developing eggs. I let her get the giggles out of her system, then made her promise not to tell others of my embarrassing "wind". It was actually nice to have some company and not have to worry about my condition being revealed, it's been lonely ever since I became too big to visit friends and family.

However, this latest lie would only go so far. I couldn't risk her visiting again later when I was even larger. I respectfully asked her to keep away until my condition had improved, giving the best reasons I could think of at this time.

It was strange, sitting here with my sister, both of us carrying. Obviously I always knew I was different, it would be hard for that to go unnoticed, to be the only sibling with a tail and wings growing up. To hit puberty and feel increasingly self aware of my animalistic nature, to grow horns rather than body hair, my masculinity manifested itself in very different ways to my classmates.

All hybrids understood well that sense of difference, to belong and yet differ from those around you. As you grew older it would fall into the background, but it was always there.

It had been a long time since, well, I felt different to the extent I did now. She was my sister by blood but we were worlds apart. There were two people sat in that chair across the room, her and her unborn baby. But there was only one person sat where I was, there was no life growing within these things in my belly and there never will. We're family, yet I felt so alien to her...

We continued to engage in idle chatter until eventually there was another knock on the door. Once again I pulled myself from the seat and waddled over to answer it, this time making use of the peephole so I didn't get any more nasty surprises. On the other side was a professional looking women I didn't recognise. I opened the door, keeping my body hidden on the inside just in case.

"Your two friends asked me to stop by and see how you were doing" she greeted me with, followed by an all too familiar smile. They must be related...

I leaned over to the women and whispered to her discretely, about my guest and the reasoning for the visit I had given her. She nodded, then made her way into my place; carrying a heavy looking bag with her. Taking note of my bump as she passed me.

I brought the women into the living room and my sister greeted her. I was nervous but this stranger appeared to know what she was doing, she played the role well, assuring my sister my "wind" wouldn't be anything to worry about. That she would need to be alone with me for examination. I said my goodbyes, walking my sister to the door and wishing her well.

When the door closed it felt like the air in the room had changed, it was all about business now. I wasn't particularly looking forward to being examined, but it was necessary to maintain good relations I guessed. It wasn't all about me, I couldn't have done any of this on my own, they needed to know the reward for their investment was on its way.

I reluctantly returned to the living room, there my guest had already began unpacking her things onto the table. "So what happens now" I said to the woman's back, she continued her work a few moments more before reacting to my question.

She turned to me while adjusting a rubber glove, simply ordering "strip please" and continuing to arrange her things. I took a breath, then began loosening my bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor where I stood. Eventually she turned to me again, only to repeat her request for me to strip. I gestured towards myself, indicating I had already removing my clothing. She pointed towards my crotch, towards my underwear. Ah, she wanted me to go that far then.

I lifted one leg at a time as I removed the stretchy underwear from under my gut, trying not to tip over from its weight, then finally pulled the garment off from my tail. I stood there, holding my hands over my crotch, completely nude and feeling very self aware of my egg carrying curves.

"Now go sit on the couch and wait for me, I'm just preparing a few things" she said while not even looking my direction, doing something with a plastic container containing a clear fluid.

I waddled over to the couch and got comfortable, keeping myself concealed the best I could while watching her preparation. Eventually she finally came over to me carrying a tray of things she had brought, placing them on the floor near the couch.

"Tail forward" she ordered. Reluctantly, I adjusted myself so my tail trailed between my legs and onto the floor. This was a compromising position I wasn't particularly comfortable with, never mind as she then got onto her knees right before me and ordered that I remove my hands from concealing my crotch!

"Just relax" she said, this time in a softer voice. "Just take a deep breath and we'll get this over with quickly".

I glanced downward, between my legs where I could see both hands keeping my opening covered up. As suggested I breathed deeply then removed them, revealing my vent to her. This was the first time anyone had seen me down there since.... since my change. But she's a professional, I really shouldn't be so self aware. Besides, a human nurse wasn't going to be interested in a dragons nether regions anyway.

I breathed in a controlled fashion and tried to calm myself while the nurse messed with the items she had brought over, trying to become comfortable with my nudity and revealing display. Eventually she sat back up with an instrument in her hand. "Now relax and open wide", that's all the warning I got from her, before I felt a rubbered hand parting my vent and guiding something into it.

My eyes bulged. With a now racing heart I looked down at my crotch while the nurse guided a clear tube into me, my tail instinctively curling upward; to which she just pushed down and told me to relax again. Relax? I wasn't used to being penetrated down there, never mind unexpectedly!

"Wh... what are you doing!" I demanded in a stuttery voice, to which she simply responded that she was concentrating and told me not to move. It would have been nice to at least received a warning that this was going to happen. It took most of my concentration to not squirm and pull away as I felt some sort of tube pushing through me.

Eventually I regained some control, just gritting my teeth and bearing with it. I watched as she pulled back a plunger, withdrawing a sample of liquid from my insides. She removed the syringe from the tubing, leaving it hanging out of me, as she emptied the extracted liquid into the vial and added a clear chemical solution to it. It changed colour.

"Good, looks like you're pregnant" she said aloud, flicking the vial containing the solution.

"You needed to do all this just to confirm that!" I snarled at her.

She looked at me, there was that grin again. "Well, we needed to be sure". With that she pulled the tubing from my vent with a bit too much force, causing me to yelp as it ripped out of my opening. "You stay right there" she added in a smoother voice, standing up and taking her tray of things with her.

She walked back to the the table and began going through her things again as I glared at her from behind. Snorting in response to my treatment, I turned my body to lay on the couch lengthways again, having had enough of maintaining that lewd and compromising position. I was starting to feel like an animal visiting the vet.

She returned to me. Before I could even look up to her; a cold clear slime was splatted onto my tender underbelly, which she then began massaging all over it. The shock of it was like jumping into a cold lake, it sent me into a fit of deep breaths. This lady was really starting to wear on me.

Once satisfied I was suitably coated, she picked up a mobile ultrasound scanner and started moving it around my belly. "It's not meant to be used on scales, but your belly scales should be soft enough for it to work" She said to me while focusing her sight on the scanner, pressing it into my abdomen in different areas. I couldn't see what she did, but as she searched over me she looked more and more pleased.

"They're doing well" she finally said, "Plenty of buns in this oven".

"Plenty" I reluctantly inquired. "How many can you see"?

She removed the instrument from me, throwing a towel over my gut so I could clean up myself, then took a short trip back to her bag. She returned with a measuring tape, asking me to sit up and lift my arms so she could properly get it around me. My wings blocked it from going around my back of course, but she seemed interested in noting down my size in her little book nonetheless.

"How many are there?" I asked again when she seemed to be finished.

"I must have seen at least six" she responded while scribbling something down.

"Six?" I parroted. Six eggs... That's a lot of laying for me to do.

"With that many split between us, you won't have any problems paying for college by the start of next term. You'll have a healthy balance in your account even after your fees are accounted for." She put her hand below my chin, lifting my muzzle to meet her face. "We're really pleased with how you're doing, so do take good care of yourself".

With that she walked back over to her bag and began packing her things away, I guess we were done now. But what she had said continued to loop through my mind.

Six eggs... That really did sound like a lot, how did that happen? Three or four was the usual for a dragon. I could only assume they slipped something else into my gender changing potion, something to increase my fertility. Six eggs... bloody hell!

But, this was good right? More was better, we wanted this. They would pay for my college fees with enough left over to allow me live comfortable while there. Well, at least for the first year or so. I'd have to do this again for each year I wanted to stay at college until I was self sufficient, right? I had agreed this was how I'd be funding my way, right?

Six though... That sounded like it would hurt.

"So how did you find it" she suddenly asked.

"Find what?" I asked in return, sitting up on the couch and grabbing a pillow to conceal myself.

"There is no need to be coy with me" she said in a flirty manner. "When you became a women, you experimented right? You don't change gender and not experiment".

Once again, I was glad I had no outward appearance for being embarrassed. "I... hadn't actually..." I eventually said. "I was very clinical about it, just used the insemination and left things alone from there".

She turned to me with a scrutinising expression, I hugged my pillow closer.

"Seriously?" She said, seemingly in disbelief. "You became a women and didn't once think about what it was like to screw as one? Not once?" We stared at each other in silence, it was becoming rather awkward. Really, shouldn't having done the opposite be considered even more strange?

Eventually, she began to chuckle. Her posture becoming... more suggestive. "Well then, this should be even more fun for both of us". She grabbed her bag of things in both hands, holding them before her, taking small slow steps towards me.

"Wha... what are you doing?" I demanded sheepishly.

"Oh come on, to go so long without it, it must burn you up inside." She continued her slow steps towards where I was sitting. "Don't you ever wonder, don't you have yearn... to have a man inside of you?"

"No!" I spat out. "I may have changed, but... I'm still me. I still like women, I still like..."

"Then how about a women then?" She interrupted. She was now standing over me, her expression full of determination. She let her bag fall to the ground loudly, then bent over to pull something out of it. I watched from the couch clutching my cushion, wondering just what she intended now.

She then sat back up, pulling something... large from her bag. My eyes widened at the sight of it, at the suggestion of what this object intended.

"I was hoping you and I would be able to have a little fun, you've definitely earned a reward after all". Having said that, she allowed the object to dangle in front of me. It was... It was a strapon dildo of a human penis. More than that, it was a double sided one, obviously intended for two females. Even more surprising, the dildo on the inside of the strapon, was dragonic.

This toy was seemingly designed for a hybrid dragon female to have sexual relations with a human female. It could only have been specifically made for this visit, I couldn't imagine there would be a large market for such a thing. The interior dragonic penis dwarfed the human experior one, ensuring both participants got the type of dick they needed.

"Y... You're serious?" I said while stuttering, looking at this contraption hovering close to my muzzle. "You want me to strap that on, to have that... thing inside me?"

"Don't think of it as having a penis inside of you, it's just a silicone toy after all. Think of it as a way of allowing you to please a women, while also pleasing yourself". She looked at me with that grin, that grin that has followed me throughout this crazy arrangement of ours. "If you're still a man in there, why don't you show me you can still please a women".

"But the eggs!" I cried. "What if they get damaged, what if that... thing pops one of them?"

She giggled, allowing the sex toy to drop onto the pillow I was using to conceal myself with. That big silicone dragon dick certainly had some weight to it, I had forgotten. "The eggs will be fine, I promise you. Now I'm going to the bathroom to strip, when I come back I hope to see you erect".

With that, she left me there. Left me to stare at that large dragonic member, biting my lip, conflicting feelings rushing through me.

What was actually on offer here... She's asking me to penetrate myself with a fake dick, which would be an assault on my sense of gender. Yet, in return for this, for a time I could pretend to me a man again. To be able to penetrate someone again...

I felt conflicted, so very conflicted. A woman was offering me sex here and yet I was so hesitant, she would also essentially be penetrating me during it and I wasn't sure I was ready for something like that. That I would ever be ready. Yet I couldn't deny my frustration, that I have been unable to satisfy my drives for some time now and it was becoming increasingly maddening. I needed to vent this, this yearning between my legs, I needed release!

I removed the cushion and peered over my plump scaly frame, my vent was enlarged and swollen, preparing regardless of what I may have thought on the matter. I could feel it burning, yearning to be stimulated in areas never touched. I twinged with the feeling, my tail jolting inward, as if my drives had now become so desperate it was painful to deny them.

Fuck it, I need this.

I picked up the toy and positioned myself as I first did when she took that internal sample. My legs splayed either side of me as a thick limp tail trailed off the couch, my opening in sight. I positioned that intimidatingly large dragonic penis at my vent, my breath quickening as I tested the entrance. I was moist, entry shouldn't be too difficult...

I took a moment to compose myself, to purge any repulsion for the phallus held between my legs, to let my body relax and accept what was about to occur. Then... I began to push it in.

I yelped. It sounded as if in pain, but as that silicone dick broke past my scaly entrance and began pushing into me; tears began to stream down my face. What was this, this feeling? I cried, I didn't understand why but the tears felt good. The pulsating muscles within me welcomed the toy with rapturous applause, savouring the moment, long had it been awaited.

"What is this?" I said aloud in an unsettled voice, as the tears continued to stream either side of my muzzle. Did I really need this so badly? It felt like something was finally coming alive, like something inside me has been dormant this whole time and had finally just woken up. Those new organs were lit up.

I continued to push the dildo in, it seemed unimaginable it would all fit and yet I knew it would. It slid into me perfectly, as nature intended. The shaft pushing me open wider and wider as I reached towards the base of the toy. The various bumps and ridges along it teasing my genitals in just the right way as finally the last of it went in. I could feel it, all of it, I was so aware of where the toy was within me right now. Filling a space that previously didn't exist.

Gender was now no longer a concern here, I only wanted experience, I wanted more of this feeling. My genitals were lit up and I wanted to explore it all further, so much further. I wiped the tears from my face and breathed deeply, eager to discover more. My insides were glowing, they were crying out for further stimulation.

I pulled the straps of the toy around me, fastening it and ensuring everything was secure. My interior at play with the visitor as things were sorted out. The human penis I now wore was a disappointment compared to the one I had lost, the one now sat inside of me, but it would do. However different it all felt, I was a functional male again and eager to put it to good use.

The timing was impeccable as I heard the bathroom door open and she stepped out, revealing all. Humans had always been the vanilla flavour amongst the colour and diversity of hybrid femininity, but vanilla was still a good flavour, especially when it had been so long since I enjoyed anything at all.

I should be hard by this point, but my penis was numb. Instead my genitals surrounding the fake penis buzzed with excitement, and this feeling went much deeper into my body than I had experienced as a male. My hips squirmed frustratedly as I became eager for stimulation, causing the toy to rock around inside me and my interior feel even more lubricated.

There it was again, that overwhelming urge. Even as I stood before a female my drive was to be penetrated; rather than penetrate someone else. But with this toy, this tool, was there really a difference?

She pushed some things aside and rested her nude upper torso on my table, pressing her mammary glands against its surface. Spreading her legs and looking back at me invitingly.

I couldn't stand waiting any longer.

I raced over to her, each step hitting the ground with a loud fud, meager fake penis in hand. I guided it into her as quickly as I could, feeling nothing from the penetration. She moaned quietly as I entered her, I lifted her legs either side of me and then began thrusting; to which she responded well.

Each thrust, each explorative push into her body, was also into me. It was like nothing I had experienced before, it was like I was in fact having sex with myself. That I was just using her as a means of driving the toy deeper into me, pleasuring her in the process. I may have been thrusting, but we were both being penetrated. With each push forward, the burning within me intensifying even more.

We continued like that for a while, pushing ourselves against each other so that we may drive the toy even deeper. My eyes widening as the fire between my legs grew with each passing moment, my partners cries becoming louder and more frequent. It was pleasurable, it felt good... But I needed something more.

I didn't want it to stop, but I pulled from her, panting as the fire within my belly burned on. She turned to me with wild eyes, eyes demanding to know why I ceased.

I composed myself, trying to hold on to the feeling we had achieved. I looked at her, I looked her in those eager eyes and then I ordered. "Down" I said to her. I pointed downward as I did so, then allowed myself to fall onto all fours. I stretched my body, I flapped my wings, I strained my tail. I was a dragon and we were going to do things my way.

I saw the moment in her expression when she caught on, that recognition followed by calm. She slowly pulled herself off the table and stood before me, then got onto the ground and lay on her back, spreading her legs in invitation once again.

Now pleased, I trotted over to her and mounted my female again, her legs pulling over my waist as I entered her. My belly hung heavily over hers, then pressed against her as I lowered. The eggs cushioned between us. As enjoyable as the prior stimulation was, standing prevented the dildo from entering me properly. As I got comfortable in her I could feel it was the right decision, my own weight was aiding its entry into my body and it would be a straight pathway into me. I was eager to get started.

I resumed my thrusting, this new position feeling just... right. As I continued instincts began to emerge, without even thinking my wings outstretched, flapping just enough to aid our rocking. The dildo slid in and out of my vent freely now, my tail whipping behind as I growled unapologetically. It was glorious.

I couldn't even see my partner at this point, she was somewhere back there, though I could hear her groans from under my sagging belly. Not that it mattered, I didn't need to see her to remain aroused, my mind could fill in the details with a few imaginative tweaks. What mattered was my pleasure and that she was a suitable partner to vent my desires into.

My claws dug into the floor as I grinded away, the joyous feeling the toy brought spreading even deeper into my body now that it had free flow into it. I panted with an open maw, tongue lashing at the air, grunting and growling as I rocked over the human. What was this, this primal drive? My tail whipped across the room; decimating whatever was in its path. I didn't care.

Thrust into the human more, push down even harder, faster.... faster! Make it go deeper, my dragon pussy wanted it deeper!

Oh god it was overwhelming, I was losing myself in it. Gender was irrelevant, only experience mattered. I'm female, I'm heavy with eggs, fertilize me deeply; someone please! I needed someone to cum in me, I need to feel it firing into my depths. My tail was raised high for penis.

So bloated, so full, so very full. I want to lay, I want to nest, I want to breed!

The human wailed beneath me as I panted ferally above, as I felt like a beast, as I felt a true dragon. I didn't feel civilised, like I could stand up and wear clothes again. I was a dragon, I was an animal, I would stay that way.

But now there was something new, some sort of intensity building up in me. I didn't think I could feel any more pleasure from my rear, yet I felt this rising wave overwhelming me. My mind was drowned out at the intensity of it, at its extreme. Oh god, what is it? I'm going to... I'm going to!

I erupted into a roar as my insides were rocked with a explosively powerful orgasm. It was nothing like a male orgasm, which was so isolated by comparison. It went right into my core, wave after wave of contracting muscles, I felt my insides collapsing around the soft toy and squeezing it mercilessly. I cried out feveriously, ferally, making pitiful nonsensical sounds. A beast trying to articulate pure bliss.

I hammered myself into the human, eyes closed tightly and panting away with a reptilian grin, milking the feeling for all that it was worth. Chasing it for as long as I could.

Eventually it began to fade, my pace slowed and I started becoming aware of certain feelings. I looked over myself shyly, whimpering, wetness leaking out of my scaly slit as it throbbed. A poor human below smothered in it. I wasn't going to ask, so much about this female biology was a mystery to me.

I felt exhausted and limp, my wings sagging and tail dragging across the floor. The whole experience had really taken it out of me, that feeling was now just a pleasant buzz in my rear. I guessed we were finished, or at least I was.

I reversed to pull out of the human, who had thankfully survive the experience and was just laying on the floor panting in a mixture of sweat and my vaginal juices... Despite how feral I may have felt during it all; I was sure I could still stand up, though opted to remain on all fours for at least the distance to the couch. I really needed a moment to recollect myself.

Shame crept over me, those thoughts I humoured while having sex. If I had been with an actual male, I would have... and I would have willingly. Sex drive was a dangerous and compromising thing, in that state I would have let someone cum inside of me and probably enjoyed it. But not now, the real me was coming back now...

I undo the straps around my groin, gasping as I pulled the toy from myself; again amazed at my own depths. It was hard to imagine all that managed to fit inside of me and yet there it was. I looked over myself, a tunnel of soft pink flesh was visible just behind my scaly opening. It was alarming initially, I had never really seen it so... wide. But I was closing up now, it knew things were finished, soon it would be rendered almost invisible amongst the soft plates of my underbelly.

I looked towards the human to see her standing now, staggering, making her way to the bathroom. Probably to clean herself up, as I did leave a fair bit of mess on her. The sweat she had left on me was hardly flattering either... She will be hurting later on, I wasn't exactly delicate with her, though I'm sure her two friends could brew something up for that.

I was left to my thoughts as I heard the shower running in the background. It probably wasn't the best of ideas to mix business and pleasure, with a human at that. If others were to hear of it, she'd bare most of the shame. We're painted as being sexually adventurous, humans are expected to know better and have standards... Not that there was anything about what we were doing here that wouldn't turn heads.

I sit up, feeling particularly fat at this moment having expended a lot of energy. My opening having returned to just a disruption in the pattern of scales of my underbelly. I gather the energy to get up, onto two feet, then fetch the robe I had previously discarded onto the floor. My tail steadying my balance as I reached down to grab it from below my hanging gut. I was feeling self concious of my pregnant curves once again and aimed to cover them up.

From there I noticed there was something new on the table, a large cylindrical container with a plastic lid. She must have taken it out of her bag when unpacking things, not that I noticed it when she was on that table. I walked over to investigate.

Written on the side in black marker was "Vits and metals for the preg boy", it rattled with a large quantity of tablets as I inspected it. Probably something of their own making, with more specific nutrients for egg development. They really had thought of everything those two.

I wake up to another day. Another day of bloat... I could believe there was six eggs now, I was all too aware of them pressing against my insides, their weight pushing me down into the indentation I was now leaving in my bed.

So full...

I threw the covers off of me and sure enough there I was, a mound. My body had lost all shape at this point, my scales looked pale as they were stretched over my belly; revealing just a bit of the colour beneath them. I sat up and rolled onto my back, which took effort, causing it all to sag downward towards my tail. I was completely nude, of course. Nothing could fit me at this stage so I was all too aware of how big I had become, how... pregnant I looked.

So very full...

I breathed deeply while clutching my belly protectively. There was no escaping it now, at least before I could rationalise I was just getting fat. Now my pregnancy screamed at me, my nudity brought my female genitalia into sight on a daily basis, which due to my bloatedness was more evident than usual.

I was feeling very female, if that's even a thing. I could only assume the pregnancy hormones were responsible for drowning out whatever masculinity I had left. The bigger my belly grew, the more this gender imposed itself on me. I was so very big now...

My tail casually rocked side to side somewhere behind that massive gut; which was the ever present view most days, brushing noisily against the mattress cover below. I knew it was time for me to get up, I was procrastinating it, at this stage all I wanted to do was snooze. But I was prolonging it they said, I needed to move about they said, any day now they said...

My sigh echoed in the empty home, then I began shuffling myself towards the bed's edge, the gut jiggling as I went. Getting out of bed was hard. I had to support my weight with one arm while maneuvering my tail to be beneath me, all while the weight in my belly pushed downward. Eventually it would push down on my crotch as I rolled onto my behind, making me feel like I'm about to burst open down there, which would be a good thing, right? But it was unpleasant none the less.

Then, I'd have to stand up. I had taken to walking on all fours, which better supported my weight. But "no" they told me over the phone, it would better encourage them out if I walked as a bipedal... So I clutch my belly with one hand, while pushing myself up with the other. It was so very difficult...

Eventually I get up, but my tail just wasn't enough to keep me balanced anymore. I've taken to also using my wings, outstretching them behind to provide an additional counterweight. It works for the brief time I'm walking between areas with nothing to lean on.

I don't think those two fully understand that I'm part quadrupedal, that I'm not fully built for carrying this sort of weight while standing upright. Nevertheless, they needed to come out, if only to relieve me of this burden. I realised even by dragonic standards this was an unnatural pregnancy, I was carrying far more eggs than I reasonably should. It was placing a large strain on my body.

I needed to be pampered... Pregnant people get pampered, right? If I was human everyone would be doing everything for me. If I was a pure dragon, my mate would fetch food for me. Instead I'm alone, having to manage by myself. Why didn't those two factor this into their plan? I want to see other people, I want support, I want my family, I'm tired of being alone.

I stop and support myself on furniture for a moment, today everything was feeling particularly burdensome. I couldn't reveal myself to anyone at this stage, it was obvious that I was carrying, it would be impossible to spin as anything else. I breathed heavily, trying to compose myself, the muscles in my legs twitching under the weight from above.

So heavy...

I needed to be strong, for just a little while longer... I could get cosy with some blankets...

So full...

Sit in front of the television today with some junk food, just relax and enjoy myself...

So very full...

Just... relax and... and...

I'm going to burst!

I gasped loudly, strangely, it ending in a growl. All I could hear was my own heart in my head, things felt fuzzy, like my blood pressure was low and making me light headed. Eventually clarity returned and things felt sharp again... and wet.

I looked down, my paws were standing in a puddle. I didn't understand where it had come from, until I saw it dripped from my own vent. Loud, slow, dripping.

Oh god!

Ok ok... Stay calm, you've planned for this. To hell with two legs, I need to move.

I gradually allow myself to fall onto all fours, using the furniture for support during my descent. I look back, kicking the wetness from one of my hind legs and avoiding further contact. With the support of four legs moving across the room was a lot easier, though I guess they were right about standing up helping them out...

I slowly make my way to the sofa, pausing occasionally to take deep breaths. Something was definitely happening in there, I could feel the interior muscles of my female reproductive system at work. It was weird that my... water broke? Hybrid physiology was often strange, I had a mixture of human and dragon going on in there, mammal and reptile. The human aspect of it was probably delaying my ability to lay the eggs, holding them back, but now that's gone.

I had to stop as a strange feeling forced itself on me, my eyes squeezed tightly and I gritted my fangs until the sensation had passed. I gasped for air as it then disappeared, what was that? It was like my insides collapsed inward on itself and squeezed so hard that I... wa... was that a contraction? This soon? I had best hurry.

I finally got to the couch and reached under it, pulling out a large dog's bed full of towels and other essential supplies. This is where I would lay them, this would be my nest.

I took everything out, arranging the towels within the dog's bed to make it a more cushioned nest. I then positioned it under me, between my legs, leaning back on the couch behind for support as I squatted over it. This was it, now it was just a matter of waiting for the main event.

All was silent, all I could hear was my own heart and my steady breaths echoing around the room. I didn't know what to expect, my mind raced with possibilities. Eventually that feeling returned, even more powerfully than before. I grit my teeth again, squeezing a pillow in one hand as I rode it out, growling.

Panting in its aftermath my mind was suddenly flooded with fear; as the reality of what was happening hit home. No, this wasn't right. I didn't want to do this, I was never meant to do this! Someone make it go away! Again a contraction forced itself on me, forcing my mind into silence, as all that existed in that moment was what my body needed to do. Push.

I cried out ferally as I felt something moving its way down through my interior, something round.

Clawed fingers pierced through the pillow and ripped through cotton stuffing as I rode it out, the most powerful contraction yet. I was all too aware of where the egg was in me right now, I felt it pushing through my core, before slowing to a stop as the contraction ceased and I was given a moment to recover.

I panted tearfully; doing my best to compose myself, looking down between my legs. My vent was wide open now, dripping, anticipating what was on its way. There was nothing anyone could do, one way or another this was going to happen and I was the only one able to help myself through this. Those eggs were coming out, and there was only one way they were coming out...

I breathed deeply, waiting for the next wave of contractions to hit me. When I felt them coming, I decided I was no longer going to be a passive participant in all this. I put myself in this position, me. I was going to take responsibility for it. So when the contractions hit, so did I, I pushed and I pushed hard.

The egg moved within me again, this time it flew through my interior; which caught me by surprise. Slowing down just as I felt it near my exit. Astonishingly, it didn't hurt so much this time. Why? Up until now it was worsening pain, but...

I carefully sent a hand down to my vent, the entrance was shockingly massive, I could feel my interior throbbing at the entrance. I put a digit inside, exploring inward and being careful not to touch the sides. It went in fairly deep until eventually, I felt it pressing against egg shell. It was so close now.

I wasn't going to wait for the next wave of pain. I took a deep breath, then began to push by myself. Little by little I felt my entrance widening as the egg slowly edged further to the exit, it seemed it would be a gradual process. I just kept breathing, kept pushing when I felt up to it, feeling myself spreading more and more.

As I continued, I felt something else moving within. Another egg? Working its way through my interior like the last one, much further back. Right... I had six of these, all this was just number one. I'll ignore the other for now and just focus on getting the first one out.

I looked down between my legs, somewhat fascinated as fluid dripped from my wide open womanhood, this vast tunnel I was glad I wasn't in a position to look down. But then, there it was, I could see the tip of an egg begin to come into view.

Right... just keep going... I breathed and pushed, growling as I did so. Breath and push... breath and push... The egg came more into view, I was almost tempted to grab at it and pull it out but there was no practical way to get hold of that slippery thing. I told myself to just stay calm and keep going, to appreciate the odd lack of pain compared to earlier.

A euphoria suddenly enveloped me, I could only imagine that endorphins were at work but... I was feeling strangely... good! Considering my genitals were currently the widest they had ever been, I was getting a strange rush from it. For a moment they made me forget I was supposed to be laying, the eggs sinking back into me just slightly; before I reacted and resumed pushing it outward.

There... was no pain now. This was definitely peculiar, I had watched human birthing videos and the pain they were in was quite alarming. Was this my dragonic side coming to the rescue? If it was, I welcomed it. Perhaps finally deciding to take part in the birthing, rather than having it forced on me, played a role in this relief?

I actually began to... moan? I gasped and whimpered at the pleasant sensation emanating from my vent. Glancing at the egg poking part way out of my body with drooping eyes. My dragonic side was definitely at play here, no way should I feel as good as I did right now. I let my spare hand stroke around my entrance surrounding the egg, before my other abandoned its shredded pillow to join it. Teasing the egg out.

I groaned ferally as I pushed the egg out even further, its shape now aiding its exit as my entrance began to shrink around its curves. Until finally, at last, it fell free from me and landed into the protection of the nest I had created below. It all felt so sensual.

Even though I could feel another egg on its way, I had to pause to appreciate my achievement. I held it gently in both hands like a little treasure, taking note of its weight and feel. Never in my life would I have believed I'd lay an egg one day, yet here it was, finally on the outside. Maybe I was just high off whatever was making me feel so good, but I felt so proud of it. Laying it snugly amongst the towels again before focusing my attention on the next one.

The first egg seemed to have softened the way for the next, it soon made its way to my exit and I was pushing myself open once again. Savouring the sensation, it being even richer than the first time. The foreplay was over it seemed, my body was fully prepared to lay eggs and I could feel the next few making their way down.

My mind was drowning in positive hormones. I wanted to lay like a proper dragon, so I allowed myself to suck that second egg back in; just long enough for me to move the nest over. Finally, I was back on all fours once again, looking forward to resuming this experience as nature intended. I squatted my rear over the nest and continued my laying, tail raised high, panting blissfully as I looked back to ensure each egg would land safely.

Egg two made its way out, soon followed by egg three. My vent was well lubricated at this stage so they were easier and quicker to squeeze out. With each egg, the hormonal hold over my mind strengthened. My masculinity was a far away memory, motherhood had now taken hold and I was proud of my growing clutch. Egg four slurped out with a bit more conscious effort.

I moaned deeply as my swollen genital lips let egg four go. I couldn't believe how sensual this all felt, how good it made me feel about my body, how calm I was. I was glad to be a dragonic hybrid because there was no way a human could give birth this gracefully. I looked down at my gut, it was visible shrunken, areas wrinkling were stretched scaly skin now found itself the room to relax. But I wasn't done yet, egg five was making its way down; closely followed by six.

I was feeling tired, but I pressed on. I grunted as I worked egg five to the exit, the muscles I used to push with feeling weaker. It soon met the fresh air and with some more effort; landed in the nest to rejoin the others. I just wanted to lay down now, but egg six was there just behind the exit, I could feel it there waiting for me to let it go.

I gathered my strength, breathing in and out deeply, then strained the best I could with what little strength remained. Its exit was slower than the others, at times feeling like it could fall back into me at any moment. My vent was feeling weak but I persevered, tears forming in my eyes as I gave it everything I had. Finally, egg six was squeezed out and joined the nest.

I flopped to the floor at the side of the dog bed with a loud thud, my vent throbbing, exhausted and panting deeply. I did it, they're all out, I actually did it. A smile came to my toothy lips as I continued to breath and lay there, staring at my glistening prizes, recovering from something by all right my body should have never been subjected to.

The feel good chemicals put out by my body calmed me, my biology rewarding me for successful reproduction. I certainly wasn't going to tell it otherwise. I just wanted to lay here, with my eggs, to be with them and... and...

I felt something. Something moving... Tickling my insides as it made its way.

No, it... couldn't be. It couldn't possibly be!

My breath became shallow as I listened intently to my body, hoping against hope what I was feeling was wrong. Yet there it was, egg seven making its way.

I felt weak and numb, I couldn't possible lay another egg, I simply couldn't! I gave a test push, my internal muscles barely responded, exhausted from an unnatural marathon laying of six dragon eggs. Nevertheless egg seven was working its way through my silky interior and to my opening, expecting to be pushed out like all the rest.

I didn't know what to do, I didn't have the strength. I just helplessly focused on that internal feeling as it made its way between my legs, then stopped at the wall of muscle holding it inside, waiting for me to let it go. I pushed desperately, but nothing happened... It just sat there, unable to pass through.

I could feel my insides pressing against the egg as I tried to get up, standing wouldn't be the best of ideas right now; it felt like it could crush the egg inside me. Yet I was laying on the ground, gravity would be working against me if I continued trying to push in this position. But I had to try, it had to come out...

I resumed my fruitless pushing, groaning and grunting as I did my best, my opening barely moving in response. No... it wouldn't be coming out this way... though perhaps, another way?

I looked at my hands, then began to lick them thoroughly, lubricating them the best I could. I then lowered them to my entrance and mixed them about amongst the fluids down there. Once satisfied they would provide minimal resistance, I reluctantly buried them inside me.

I gasped as they poked about inside, feeling across the eggshell; getting an idea of its exact location and proportions. Then, I worked them in deeper, pushing past even the egg; cupping it to the best of my ability. My vent was feeling very strained, my hands opening it even wider, its lips throbbing around them.

Right... Once again, I pushed to the best of my ability. Feeling the influence of my internal muscles working around my digits. But as I pushed, I also pulled, encouraging the egg upward towards the exit. I could only push briefly, having to pause to recover each time, encouraging the egg out that little more each time.

This is all I could do now, edging it closer to freedom and preventing it from sinking back in. Quietly gasping as my overly filled vent tested the texture of the scaly hands within it. I was a bit frightened as it came into view, fearing it slipping and disappearing back inside, fearing it breaking... But something else kept that fear at bay, a warmth reassuring my mind, telling me not to rush and give the egg all the time it needed to work its way out. It needed my patience and nurture.

My mouth hanged open in silent gasps, breathing carefully as more and more of the egg came into view. It reached that middle point, a little further and it would work its own way out, but let go now and... I wasn't going to take the chance. With a beastly cry I pulled the egg from me, my genital lips slapping shut behind it. Egg seven was delivered.

I closed my legs and leaned against the couch behind for support, eyes shut. I was done. This had been an exhausting ordeal but it was finally over. At last I could relax and recover now.

In time I let my eyes open once again, drooping weakly. The egg was still in my hands, they were afraid to let go of it. I brought the egg closer to myself for protection; cradling it against my scaled chest. It felt... nice to hold it. I didn't want to let go, I wanted to keep it safe and share my warmth with it. But... there was no point. I curled up on the floor, clutching it tightly. There was no point, the egg was empty...

Several hours later I had cleaned myself up and was feeling more energetic. The bathroom robe fit again, though I still had egg fat on me; so normal clothing would have to stay in the wardrobe for now. It was quite surreal just how much weight I had lost over such a short period. I found myself expecting more belly than I actually had and having to catch myself while walking.

The "nest" had relocated to the table, eggs polished up and put on display for the visitors I was expecting. I made the call earlier and they were of course eager to come over as soon as possible. I couldn't help but stare at them at every opportunity, it was hard to believe just earlier all those was inside me. It seemed unreasonable that they'd all fit, yet they of course did.

Though I suppose, I also wanted to make the most of having them while I still could. These motherly feelings were a pain, even though on an intellectual level I understood there would be no point in keeping them; nevertheless I felt hesitant. I told myself these feelings would pass...

Eventually I got the knock I was waiting for and I let the two men in. It felt as if that open day was a lifetime ago, it had been a long time since I had seen them. Funny enough they were both wearing the same robes they did that day, this time with the hood down. I wondered if they actually wore anything else.

After a quick reintroduction I led them to the table holding our prize.

"I see we have a bonus" said the taller one, having counted them and realising there was in fact seven. I didn't like him feeling over the eggs in that manner, it hit a nerve in me, but I restrained myself.

"That last one was very difficult" I muttered in response, one hand protectively against my stomach. "It's ridiculous how many I had to lay, whatever you put in that potion to increase the yield; it was far too much". They seemed amused by my complaint, wasn't it a good thing that I had more than expected after all? Sure, so long as they weren't the ones laying them.

"We'll keep that in mind in the future" he said in response, while still fondling my clutch. I diverted my eyes, it felt like he was violating me from afar and I didn't need that right now. "We appreciate your efforts..." he continued. "More is of course better, but if it's a problem we can dial things down in the name of maintaining good relations. A relationship this valuable, is worth preserving".

He turned to me as he finished, branding that toothy smile I had become all too accustomed to. A smile that jogged my memory on someone else.

"I could have used help... during the laying. There could have been complications you know, there very nearly was" I said to them, maintaining a serious tone. "You should have had your female friend on standby when you knew the eggs were coming soon".

"Female friend?" Inquired the tall one, "which female friend would that be?" He looked at me with a genuinely puzzled expression.

"Your relative then" I corrected. "Whoever that nurse was you had visit me for inspection. She is a relative right? She very much looked like the both of you".

He turned to his smaller partner, who just beamed up at him with that grin of theirs. "I thought I told you not to involve anyone else, this was supposed to be just between the three of us brother".

I looked to him, his eyes darted between myself and what was apparently his sibling, his face sinking even deeper into his robe. He seemed amused by something but reluctant to speak of it.

"Well..." he finally said sheepishly. "I thought our partner here would be more comfortable being inspected by another women, given their bits being new and all..."

"Right, and who was it you involved, brother? More importantly, you weren't silly enough to promise them a cut?" Demanded the taller one, not smiling so much now.

"No..." the other brother said looking down. "But..." he continued, taking his time to get the words out. "You remember what we've got packed away at the back of drawer 3C..."

There was a pause, before both brothers erupted into laughter. My eyes darted between them, not being sure what to make of their inside joke. Eventually their laughs quietened and they both turned to me, the smaller one was red in the face.

"Meet your nurse" said the tall one, gesturing towards his brother, who sunk even further into his robe. "Gender changing potions come in a cheaper temporary form, guess he wanted to know how you felt; turning into a girl and all".

My eyes bulged upon the realisation and my cheeks lit up like Christmas, the end of my tail twitching lively behind. It... was... him? He saw my naked pregnant body, took samples from my vent, and then we... we...

He winked my direction, but his shifty eyes betrayed he wasn't as confident as he was putting on. Yes... I'm sure we'd both find it awkward to reveal what we got up to on that day, not that I wasn't any less fuming about it. My scales may have spared me the awkwardness of turning red, but it was taking a lot to keep myself composed.

"Ah..." I eventually said while breaking eye contact, my inner thighs rubbing together slightly as what we did raced through my mind. The scales making a slight noise as they grinded against each other; causing me to realise and stop.

That's really all I had to say on the matter, what else could I say? I could not imagine he knew about his brother's gender changing interests, as it couldn't have possibly been his first time. He was far too comfortable and sexually adventurous in that state to be a beginner as a female.

"We could always brew up more if you need additional nurse visits" said the big one, to which I lively gestured that was not necessary, the brother quietly nodding in agreement. There was no way I could let "him" near my body again knowing what I did now.

"Hmm..." He continued, starting to look suspicious of our behaviour. "Then we may have to bring someone else in then. Shame, given you'll be producing even less eggs in the future. That and it would have been amusing to see you two playing nurse." He looked to his brother and chuckled.

He turned back to the eggs, thankfully keeping his hands to himself this time. "If only you could see what I see, you'd want to produce as many of these as you could." He shrugged. "But, not my body so I cannot complain I guess. It's been a pleasure doing business with you, you've done well".

With that, the brothers began packing away the eggs, talking amongst each other about apparently amusing things. Wrapping them individually in protective materials before moving them into heavy duty storage boxes. I didn't want to watch this, so I left the room and asked them to call me when they were done. Just because I knew it was necessary, didn't mean I could bare to watch.

I was eventually called to bid them goodbye as they carried the box out of my home. Telling me they had left something on my table, that they would be in touch once the goods had sold to interested parties. With that the door closed, I was once again left by myself in an empty home. I went to the living room, there on the table was a dog's bed with a few folded towels in it, nothing more.

My nest was empty...

I stood there for a while, before taking a long deep breath and went to put the kettle on, I needed a hot drink and a day full of junk food.

On the table was also a package, left by the two brothers. I glanced at it on occasion while stirring my drink. I knew what it was, I was just working my way to opening it. Eventually I sat in front of it with my beverage, procrastinating. Becoming more and more worked up until eventually I just had to open the damn thing.

Male transformation potion...

There it was, manhood in a bottle. Masculinity, male hormones to drown out my feeling of motherly loss. The original me, within arm's reach. I sipped my drink while watching the bottle like it would do something, my gaze occasionally turning to the dog's bed behind it; aching my heart for what once sat within it. That little bottle would make it all go away.

I reached forward and picked up the potion, stood up from my chair, stepped away from the table and put it away in the cupboard. I wasn't ready to give up who I was now, just... not today.

End.