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Virile Technique in Alchemy

SecretJWorld/Jakryos

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CWs: Sexual Content (Cock), Hyper Growth, Rubber/Latex/Goo, Size Difference

‘Where’s the extra icebox? Did we move it? Tseri!’ Jakryos projected commands across his lab while his forelegs struggled to contain a disordered mess of jars and pouches. He tottered on his hind legs, collars overflowing with new materials and specimens he was dying to work with. Altogether it was more than he’d ever collected at a time, but trying to get everything preserved and put away had transformed good fortune into a curse.

Scampering between shelves was a small bipedal creature. Scaled, lanky, and significantly less panicked than the big dragon, Tseri hunched over in the dim corners of the lab, scanning for the simple but essential contraption. “Over here,” he finally called, “tucked in the back, it’s here.”

Jakryos came up behind the lizard, announced by his rattling payload. He poked his head into the narrow space with a grunt, spotting a big wooden box hiding in the shadows. ‘Are you able to open the door?’ He asked, using the shelves to relieve some arm-space.

Tseri reached out for one of the carved handles. With a tug, the main compartment creaked open about halfway before the door thudded against the metal shelf in front of it. “Open enough I think. Enough for your paw to fit.”

‘Hurry and get some ice. A two by four block fits. I’m getting all this put away right now.’

The lizard nodded and turned. He was blocked in by the dragon, but he could still slip out by going between their legs, though he had to be mindful not to bump into anything sensitive. Jakryos soon heard his assistant’s sandals clattering out the front door in a respectable hurry.

One by one, perishable specimens were tucked away, lining up rows of pouches stacked on top of glassware stacked on top of little metal vaults, all filled with increasingly dangerous magical substances in that order. It was far, far too precarious for Jakryos’ liking, but today’s haul gave him no choice.

Even still, it was a slow process squeezing his paw in and out the half-open door. He’d only made it partway through his stash before Tseri’s sandals came clattering back in. Jakryos turned his head to see him huffing and straining with a wet sack in his arms. He remembered then just how much that kind of weight meant to smaller creatures.

‘Right, thank you,’ he spoke fast. ‘Just put that down and I’ll load it.’

Tseri was visibly relieved to do so. Almost dropping the sack where he stood so he could have the chance to stretch his overworked spine, leaning his shoulders well over his tail. “Is there enough room?” He asked, evidently still concerned with the specimens.

‘There should be…just barely. Just, hold this for a moment.’ Setting a few more things down, he was at last able to free up his paws, save for one round jar with an advanced clasp. It was of sophisticated make, meant to be air-tight. He reached across the shelf to drop it in Tseri’s arms, who exhaled when burdened with the new weight, hardly any better than the ice. It was a big jar, but the real weight came from thick, layered glass.

Unencumbered, Jakryos started tending to the icebox, unbagging the geometric ice block and fidgeting with the side door to a metal-coated compartment. Tseri, meanwhile, gazed at the specimen he’d been given.

There was an unsightly gray muck attached to the inside of the jar. It was highly cohesive, appearing semi-solid but glistening like water. It brought to mind some kind of particularly bland fruit preserve.

“Is this one still alive?” Tseri asked, turning the jar over in his hands. No matter how much he looked there was no sign of color or activity from the stuff.

‘It is…just dormant.’ The “clack” of ice slotting into place punctuated his words. ‘The moment it touches organic material it’ll wake right up. Nasty stuff, but great for getting some extra use out of other bio-magics.’ He shuffled his paw through the materials still bound to his collar, poking his claws into one of the pouches. He pinched a small tuft of animal fur and squeezed it in with the ice before sealing the cover shut. ‘That should stay cold for a week with any luck.’

“And you’re sure it’s alright to be keeping all your materials stocked so…so dense?” Tseri’s voice was damp with skepticism. Jakryos saw the lizard fix his attention on the rows of glassware already teasing the container’s edge. He wasn’t wrong calling it risky, but Jakryos shook his head anyway.

‘It’s better than letting stuff go to waste,’ he answered. ‘In a week or two we’ll have more room than we know what to do with. The high demand materials are going to go fast, you know this.’ He twisted his arm back, starting to shove the icebox overfull with yet more bottles. Each new addition launched a gravity-motivated clamor, everything readjusting into a new semi-stable position. One paw was kept raised to fend off any spherical bottles or otherwise adventurous samples trying to escape. With practiced care, he found a place for every little container, leaving the jar in Tseri’s hands for last.

He curled his neck, aching from his awkward position. ‘Alright, last one,’ he announced, adjusting his posture. ‘We can take a break after. Hand me that jar, we’ve got one last bit of space to fill.’

Tseri peered past towards the space in question. Materials had become so tight packed as to form a near solid block. The only space left was a hollow gap between the necks of four delicate glass bottles. He curled his lip at the sight. “Don’t you think you should do something to keep that from falling out? Some kind of barrier?”

Jakryos blinked. He looked over at his work as if only just realizing how dangerous the arrangement was. ‘Well, I’ll do it after-‘

“Just do something now. I don’t want to wait and hope,” Tseri insisted.

The dragon thought a moment before nodding. ‘You’re right, of course. Got carried away trying to put everything away in time. Here…’ He went through his collar again, feeling up around his neck for something attached at the back. He procured a spool of thick reinforced string and a small tube of adhesive. He started stretching wires across the box, ending in a smear of adhesive that kept it stretched taut. A little bit of work and a makeshift railing was ready to halt any potential catastrophe.

‘How’s that? Serviceable?’ Jakryos looked to Tseri again, as though his assistant was any more capable of judging.

“I have to trust you here,” Tseri shrugged, not looking particularly impressed. “You’re the one who’s done this before, right?”

‘Well, haven’t had a situation this extreme before, but, yes, I’ve been through some trials.’ It was an excessively extreme case by any standard. He felt uneasy in his uncertainty and looked away.

Tseri leaned through the shelf to look again at the wire-guarded materials. “You should try getting a second spare box, perhaps.”

Jakryos nodded, but shot his attention to the bottles when he heard them readjust and clatter again. One was already leaning against the new railing. ‘Yes…yes, I know I should. Right now, if you hand me that jar, we can get back to the real work and figure this out later.’

The lizard stretched his arms forward and leaned his body through the shelf to offer the jar. Likewise, while keeping his focus on the precariously stacked materials, Jakryos raised his paw to accept it.

Instead, his paw collided with Tseri’s grip, a grip which instantly failed when put up against the dragon’s unassuming strength. The jar sprung from Tseri’s hands, spun once in the air, and collided hard on the floor tiles. The shock came as one loud bang tailed by the grating sound of glass rolling across stone tiles. But there was no smash, no shatter to be heard.

Both of them stood in dumbfounded, frozen silence, with Tseri having seen what happened, and Jakryos only able to assume the worst, paw curled in with claws instinctively extended. He closed the box and wordlessly started to back out of the corner, craning his head around, fearing what he would find.

“Slow down!” Tseri shouted once he saw the dragon move. “Move slowly, please. It’s not broken, but it’s somewhere on the floor.”

Jakryos nodded, dragging his paws as he went. ‘I don’t use standard glass for dangerous stuff, and I’m sure grateful for it right now.’ His heart was hammering through his ribs. The thought of what would happen if that jar broke refused to silence itself.

While Tseri backed away, releasing his held breath, Jakryos became fixated on finding the jar again, diving his head below the counters. He spotted a stray beam of light under the low shelf glistening off of the amorphous specimen. He crouched down until his chest and shoulder were pressed against the floor, keeping sight of the jar while squeezing his arm in after it. His paw brushed the glass, finding it blessedly dry. With extra gentle care, he rolled it towards himself.

‘There we are. No harm done,’ he thought aloud when the jar reemerged. Its contents had leapt from their original spot, becoming an ugly lump sitting on the lid, but everything remained safely contained under the seal of glass and metal. Jakryos gripped the jar by its side and stood, proudly exhaling his relief. That was when a new sound came to be. It was a click that came from the metal clasp, knocked loose by a fall.

The cavernous pop of a vacuum seal being broken echoed through the lab.

The lid of the jar was flung wide, and the gray mass clinging to it was launched into the air. Jakryos shot back, painfully knocking himself into the metal struts of the shelves. He was too late. Before he could even see it, he felt it. There was a wet splatter across his right arm.

Panic collided with experience. Jakryos tucked in his contaminated arm, resisting the instinct to shake the wetness off. ‘Get back! Get some space, check that you’re clean.’ He ordered. He set the jar down, empty. It was the most he could do before stumbling backwards over his tail out into the open. He didn’t watch where he was going, or care what equipment he knocked over along the way. The metal tools scattering across the floor didn’t even register. Instead, his thoughts were occupied by the mass growing on his arm.

In seconds, the dull goop awakened with a burst of radiant violet life. With vicious speed it bubbled into a bouquet of globes, gaining inexplicable mass that collapsed in on itself and launched gobs of color up his arms, splattering his chest and drawing a threatening line up his neck. Jakryos’ frills stretched with alarm around his face as he felt the pinpricks of indescribable sensation flowering in the spots where the substance touched his scales.

His eyes darted sideways, catching sight of Tseri who had taken the initiative to reach for the emergency kit. A bright red and blue case was open across the counter, from which the lizard picked out a metal canister saturated with overlapping warning labels.

‘No, no! Don’t use that! I’m not in any danger!’ Jakryos yelled, backing away from his assistant.

Tseri stood in place, clutching the emergency tool tight, one hand resting on a valve at the ready. “You’re serious? You’re really serious even after the last spill?”

‘That was an unexpected reaction! This, I know how this works. Put that fire hazard away!’ He kept his eyes on Tseri until the canister was back in its case. ‘Good, now just stay back and don’t, do, anything. I mean it!’

As he spoke, the living goop accelerated its activity, bubbling and spreading explosively to any spot of living matter it could reach. Wherever it settled, the modest lumps of violet extended into plates sweeping across his scales, engulfing the mellow red in striking dark purple. He grew anxious when the wet feeling on his neck started to creep its way up, cool and serpentine, tickling the wide scales between their segmentation. He glanced at his assistant who waited for some new command, looking dumb even as he did exactly as instructed.

‘Tseri,’ he looked directly at his assistant. ‘I need you to get over here and grab a collar.’

The lizard recoiled, “What? Absolutely not. I don’t want any of that stuff getting on me!”

‘Get gloves, I don’t care, I need you here now!’

Obviously gloves weren’t an option when they were this strapped for time. With no choices, Tseri hopped forward and clasped his hands around one of the hanging leather bands. He was deliberate in keeping himself as far away from the spreading goop as he could be, arms straight and mathematically distanced from the dragon’s infected scales.

Jakryos grabbed a second collar in a paw being rapidly overtaken by purple. He felt it seeping between the digits and harden, restricting his paw’s movement. He tried not to think about it. ‘Good, pull down as hard as you can!’

Tseri set his weight back, driving the collar tight against the back of the dragon’s neck. Likewise, Jakryos pulled the second collar back and up, the leather forming an almost complete loop to hold off the encroaching ooze. ‘Hold it, just hold it,’ Jakryos commanded.

The substance flowed into the edge of the collars and stopped there, unable to worm past the treated bands. Jakryos breathed a sigh of relief when that alien feeling didn’t come any closer to his face. Instead he had to bear the substance searching for every other exposed surface, crawling over his folded wings, sweeping down his tail, and closing in on his legs and the space between, where it could be felt with terrible precision. Jakryos tightened his grip and closed his eyes.

In the shadow of his body, the ooze poured over the scaly loop that formed his sheath, slipping inside the dark where his cock twitched. Having the stuff on scales was strange, but feeling it on flesh was otherworldly. He had to swallow back indulgent noises when he felt it collecting around the base of his tail. The stuff moved as though it was liquid, but with a definite mass that shoved through the gap in his scales and forced itself into his ass. It explored his insides just as thoroughly as it had gone through the outside, driven deep within in only moments, a hot chill swelled through his body. He gasped.

“What is it? Is everything alright?” Tseri asked, not aware of any of this.

‘Let go.’

“Excuse me?”

He twisted his neck back. ‘Let go!’

The lizard scrambled away as though Jakryos had threatened to strike him. The alchemist let his collars fall slack around his neck, offering no more resistance against the spreading specimen. Sensations flared. It lurched forward and latched onto his jaw, soaking into the fine scales on his face, creeping over his closed eyes. He had to breathe out in sharp bursts, preventing the stuff from sealing up his nostrils. He dared not open his maw, which was soon covered completely.

With his eyes closed he waited, feeling the last stretches of the invasive goop pinch together around his frills and down the end of his tail. There was a peaceful lack of novel stimulation after that, a long moment of false peace. ‘Are you still there?’ the dragon called, blindly, for his assistant.

“Are you still alive?” Tseri’s slightly muffled answer returned.

Cautiously, he opened his eyes. The rest of the world was still there, all in one piece, but all under a pink filter. ‘Still alive,’ he nodded, and a rubbery groan accompanied the motion. He tried to move his jaw, but the living substance had rapidly hardened, tight around his head. He could still think, and that would be good enough for communication. ‘It should be safe to touch now. It’s no longer in the infectious stage.’

He saw a pink Tseri come closer one slow step at a time. The lizard’s expression was tight and full of mixed feelings. Jakryos realized that his own face must have been devoid of any expression at all.

“If it’s not infectious, then what is its strategy?” Tseri asked.

‘Well,’ Jakryos readjusted himself, the new coat clinging to his scales, protesting noisily, ‘while this specimen takes a pretty aggressive approach, for the most part it’s a mutualist. It offers a few magic enhancements and some protection from the elements, but it needs nutrients and a lot of water, so it will try to get its payoff by, well, feeding off of its host.’

“You mean to say it’s going to try and digest you?” Tseri asked, glancing back to the emergency kit.

He shook his head, adjusting his paws a little closer together. ‘Only if it can’t get food by other means! Which, I don’t think we’ll have to worry about. You see, it predominantly gets its food…by…uh, oh wow.’ He rolled his spine, tail flicking straight behind him. A new feeling was running through him, and he looked away by compulsion.

The gentle pressure of the specimen became just a touch more insistent in the space south of his belly, recognizing its mark in the soft between his legs. Jakryos ignored Tseri’s confusion and stumbled backward, setting his weight behind his haunches and dropping his butt down on the cool floor tiles. The shock disturbed the part of the specimen that had hardened inside of him, driving it against tender flesh. He took a sharp breath, retracting his paws to his chest without a care for what was put on display.

Between the curve of his thighs, sheath and balls were cushioned by a thick layer of solid goop, which compressed around them with vicious intent. It found every little nook in the scales and seeped into the dark past the sheath’s opening. Before long the tube of flesh and scales grew fat and swollen. When in staggered pulses his cock pushed itself free, it emerged as a featureless rod, where the rubbery stuff was layered thick enough to become almost pitch black save for the spots where the light glared. It could stretch but only for the purpose of growing Jakryos to full size. To his senses it stretched seamlessly, seeming to constrict only in time with the sensation of ceaseless throbbing.

“Oh. Now I see,” Tseri’s voice came through. The lizard was unmoved by the sight of the prone dragon with his prize jewels out on display. His face was expressionless. “So it gets food from semen by making you orgasm. Of course.”

‘W-well not quite.’ Jakryos was compelled to correct. ‘It will, eventually, but, it will try to stimulate as mu…much production as possible first.’ An exhale shot through his nostrils. He found himself shifting his weight back, defining the shape of the plug up his rear. The solid mass made a nice weighty bump, irregular in shape. It was perfect for finding all the most sensitive spots, as though designed specifically for him.

Tseri’s nonchalant tone reeled him back to reality. “And those would be the “magic enhancements” you were talking about?” he prodded.

Trying to keep focus, Jakryos followed his assistant’s gaze until he was staring down the barrel of his own cock. It took a moment for him to recognize it, sliding his paw down the rubbery mass, gliding past the base and squishing into balls resting against the floor, heavy, massive. He pressured the doughy orbs, and they rumbled like some kind of organic machine switching on. They felt anything but tight or full or any ordinary pent-up sensation. They were primed and ready to grow to the needs of the substance stimulating them.

‘Right…right, sort of.’ He blinked, trying to find his words. He stared at his balls, watching their bulk slowly swell towards his thighs, feeling their heat juxtaposed against the cool stone floor. Thinking about anything else was fast becoming harder. ‘It’s going to keep on going like this, for as long as it can. L-long story short, I’m, um…’

“You’re what?”

‘You need to jerk me off.’

He heard Tseri take one long breath, exaggerated enough to be heard through the purple coat. “Right, what else could it have been?”

‘Can’t do it myself,’ the dragon added, holding up his covered paw. He wiggled the digits in place, demonstrating the lack of dexterity.

“You’re joking.”

The rubbery covering squealed as he shook his head. ‘I’m not.’

Tseri whipped his tail, but his expression remained otherwise unchanged. “Alright, fine, down on your side, let me in,” he said without a hint of warmth.

Despite that, the dragon immediately and enthusiastically complied, shifting his weight over until his belly thumped against the floor. He kept his legs spread out wide, hind paws twitching with anticipation. The substance directing the changes in his body faded into a subtle, almost unnoticeable feeling. His cock swelling larger by the second did not. It poked up at his belly, relishing its expanding surface, finding all the more room where it could demand to be touched.

Tseri ventured closer, up to the dragon’s upper belly, sticking his thumb against the coat. It had a good bit of traction, even against scales. When he pressed his whole hand into the surface, Jakryos could make out its exact outline.

‘Just, hurry, please,’ Jakryos requested, already impatient.

“Just making sure its not infectious, as you said.” Tseri flicked his thumb off of the new violet hide, rubbing his fingers together, finding them clean. He looked down across that belly mound. The bulbous head of the dragon’s cock seemed to greet him with another idle pulse. He stared at it a moment, apparently weighing his options before sending a hand out exploring the rod’s underside. A low whine slipped up the dragon’s throat without warning. There was a sensitivity down there beyond expectation, brought out by Tseri’s scaled touch. The lizard didn’t take pause at the resonant sound of Jakryos’ pleasure. He just stepped along, letting his fingers glide down the beating surface. If he was searching for any sort of texture or break from the uniform seal, he found none, but his hand left a red hot line of sensation in its wake, radiating the memory of his touch, leaving a longing for an encore. Jakryos wanted to ask him to hurry up, to start moving seriously, but he just couldn’t form the words in his head.

“You’re able to feel all this?” Tseri asked, looking back up at Jakryos’ covered face, which nodded and groaned. “Interesting.” He stretched his fingers as far along the smooth surface as he could, first with one hand, then the other. He didn’t even reach half of the cock’s circumference. He waited a while and saw new space emerge and spread his thumbs. Gripping the rubbery material, he tested how much it moved when he tugged it around. He started to walk, sliding his hands forward and back in little circular motions, winding back up the rubbery cock until his fingers dug under the rim of its head.

The dragon continued to make little warbles in his throat. He tried to restrain himself, to keep some amount of dignity, but what little will he pulled together faltered under the pressure, and the sound of his moans soon echoed throughout the lab. Desire wrenched control from sensibility. He felt boiling body heat trapped under his living coat and cage. His paws fidgeted, dragging against his face but offering no stimulation, woefully unable to bring relief.

He kicked a leg in the air, his thigh rubbing up against the side of his balls in all their growing bulk. At the disturbance, the weighty orbs readjusted, and the sound of cum sloshing within could be heard somewhere under the dragon’s moans. With little magical nudging, the specimen was changing his morphology to act more like a factory and reservoir than a being with the need to think and rationalize. Tseri stroked with the effort of his whole body, and every bit of stimulation was funneled through chemical signals, transforming arousal into a bit more cum, a bit more mass to swell the dragon’s balls.

Tseri was acutely aware of the steady growth, every new trip up and down that cock took a little longer. “Are you really hydrated enough for this?” He asked with his brow raised. Jakryos only gave a sharp exhale in reply, giving up on language while his head was saturated by lustful thoughts. “Guess we’ll find out.” Tseri shook his head. “Keep it going big guy.”

He took his attention away from the throbbing pillar for a moment, getting whining complaints from the dragon. He instead placed his focus, and both hands, somewhere along the bulk of those overfull balls. Unlike the threatening rigidity of the dragon’s cock, those grandiose orbs were soft, inviting, welcoming his hands to sink right in with minimal resistance. They still pulsed to the same rhythm, tightening, relaxing, beat by beat, making little rubber noises as the seal remained undisturbed. If he leaned in close, they could be heard gurgling their payload, radiating a pittance of their captured heat. The size difference was monumental, dozens to one, but still he stretched up to massage those balls in big circular motions, and Jakryos’ moans found a new pitch. Cum and heat built up at a rate he could feel, the rubber creaked and stretched. He was paralyzed.

By the time the lizard was done, Jakryos had no room left between his legs. His raised thigh sat high on one of his balls like a cushy pillow. His other was splayed out across the floor, ankle rolling for having nothing else to do. His cock poked up at his neck now, and had been active. A white-tinged bulge formed at the end, growing little by little with every throb of the massive organ. When Tseri drew his hands from the dragon’s balls, sliding around the base of the shaft with rhythmic motions teasing its base, that pump of white grew a little more, a little faster.

Jakryos laid his jaw to be cushioned by a paw, letting hums bubble from his throat, singsong but without a consistent tune. It felt like there was a bonfire set in his groin. There was the pleasant warmth running through his blood, a feeling of soothing content, but crackling sensations exploded from those small points where he was touched, a captivating promise of relief. Every time the lizard squished his hands into the firmness of his cock, it was like poking the fire with an iron rod. Sharp breaths hissed through his snout, and his restless thighs slid numbly against his balls in desperation.

“Are you any closer to blowing?” Tseri asked, to which the dragon only groaned. “No straight answers, right. Well I’m not doing this forever, you know.”

That cracked open the dragon’s eyes. He glared down at the pink-filtered world, down at the lizard tending to him. His paw haphazardly dropped on the lizard’s back, knocking him forward onto the giant cock, and holding him there until he felt facial scales printed onto the tender underside.

Tseri didn’t cry out at the push, but his tail whipped disobediently behind him as if it was going to detach from his body and escape. His hands gripped the rod, pushing to make some meager space for himself under the force of the dragon’s paw. “Right, right! I’ll keep going,” his voice was winded. “Give me some room, I can’t jerk you off like this.”

Jakryos huffed, and raised his paw from Tseri’s back, though leaving it ominously hovering in anticipation of any further protests. Tseri kept the long process going, wrapping his arms around the monolithic dick, putting his full weight into each tug. When he did well, he was answered by a fat glob of lubricating precum rising up the length of the shaft. He felt it squeeze under his grip, unstoppable. Draconic moaning and rubbery squeaking filled the room as he made the long journey along the cock’s length, over and over, counting the paces, just trying to please this horny beast.

Jakryos lay somewhere between awake and asleep while the creature worked on him. A trance-like state where the incredible feelings radiating from between his legs were all he could think about. It was the effect of the specimen wearing him down, he knew that. All of his faculties were being driven towards a singular nature, one where he could submit to the allure of endless production.

He let his thighs gently squeeze at his balls, felt a tension growing within, impatient in spite of the changes meant to keep him docile and satisfied. Even with the hold the specimen had on him it wouldn’t be able to stop what was coming. The cock which the little lizard tended to throbbed at a desperate pace, pausing only for fresh, heated flows of precum. He curled his toes, waited for the natural conclusion. Tseri’s touch became an insistence in his mind, a pressure towards a much needed conclusion, making his balls suddenly feel tight and aching. When the pressure became too much to bear, inevitably before he expected it, he cried out under his violet mask.

Tseri pushed himself away when he felt the first rush bulge the violet surface. He yelped when his back knocked against the open palm of the dragon’s paw. Jakryos wouldn’t let him off so soon. He pushed his assistant right back on the pipe, where he would be able to feel the flow of cum with his whole body. Every throb was fierce, every pump could be felt rising up the immense length of the shaft, bulging the featureless purple surface, before ballooning the reservoir attached to the cock’s end with rich, creamy white.

Unable to see, Tseri grunted under yet more pressure from the demanding paw. The dragon’s cock wasn’t any more willing to yield. He was immersed in the feeling of firm covered flesh throbbing against him, wanting him and the soothing feeling of his scales while it drained and drained. He could hear the dragon’s breathing get hectic, struggling to keep up between overstimulated moans and limited airflow.

Jakryos was submerged in shameless thoughts drenched in cum that was pumped by the gallon. The longer it went on, the further all other thoughts seemed to get. His balls tightened around their sloshing load, and his head grew murky and heavy. He closed his eyes tight, pushing aside tears. Every square inch of his body felt alight, touched by the rubbery specimen fused to his scales. He felt Tseri, small as he was, imprinted against him. He decided he wouldn’t be letting go any time soon, he needed him there, his only source of pleasure. A growing spot of warmth was also squishing against his chest, an expanding globe pinched at his cock tip, containing the growing product of this disaster. It grew against his chest, soft and malleable, and its expansion spilled across the floor before him, radiating organic heat. Every pump filled the reservoir with a lurch, a shot hard enough to feel like iron. His thigh felt heavy on his balls, encouraging their unending flow. Over time those incredible jewels seemed to reverse their growth, led on by the massaging of the dragon’s leg slowly lowering back down.

Nothing else registered for Jakryos. He was immobilized in that moment. Any thought he could have had was replaced by thoughts wallowing in his own predicament, of the infinite sexuality which he had been reduced to. He wasn’t sure it would ever end. He was even less sure if he wanted it to. A moment of lucidity granted him the thought to imagine being stuck like this forever. Thinking it, his tail thumped against the floor. The well of cum squished against his chest and swelled a little larger from another powerful pump, and he was lost again in a crash of bliss.

Coming down from that orgasm had all the same challenges as coming to from a deep slumber. When his eyes flickered open again, Jakryos could barely remember his own name, much less what he was doing there, or why the room was all pink. He was brought to by the heat against his chest, prompting him to look down and see a balloon no smaller than his whole body. It had the same inviting heat as what he felt far down in his groin. He didn’t need to look to know his balls were still huge and plush monstrosities between his legs, but they had taken a break from demanding full and constant attention. His cock still poked at his belly, but it was no longer the behemoth he vaguely remembered from before. He twitched when he pulled his paw off of the dick, and whined when a lizard-shape peeled itself off shortly after. It took an awkward minute for him to remember that the stumbling lizard was supposed to be someone he knew.

Tseri was weak on his legs. His tail swayed wildly behind him, offering no balance. When he saw the bubble that the dragon had produced, he nearly fell right over. “Gods, that’s…how did you make all that?”

‘Magic enhancement…like I said.’ Jakryos said with a long exhale, easing his front half up from the ground. It wasn’t easy. The rubber felt firmer with less give for bending, making movement require substantial effort. It creaked when he stretched his spine. When he twisted, it clung to him. Absentmindedly he set his paw on the cum-filled dome. It squished so willingly that his paw sank right through till he felt the floor underneath. He noted that a thin, but immensely durable covering was the only thing preventing an apocalyptic mess from flooding his lab. He recoiled his leg back to his chest. ‘And now this thing has enough food to multiply its mass several times over.’

Tseri dragged a hand over his skull. “And when it matures, how are we gonna get rid of it so it doesn’t start spreading and infecting again?”

‘Oh, we won’t.’

“Excuse me?”

‘The only real way to get rid of it is to starve it. It’s pretty much invulnerable to everything else. Now would be a good time to buy a new ice box.’

“An ice room would be more fitting for…fitting all this.”

‘Maybe. We’ll find a way.’ He was astonishingly optimistic. Readjusting himself, Jakryos was very happy to have a chance to move again. One by one he stretched his legs out until he was up on all fours, stance wide to avoid stepping on his own handiwork. He thought he’d ache more from staying in one place for so long, but he felt comfortable and limber wherever the goop had touched his scales. His legs were still shaky, and the new weight between his thighs swung heavy enough to unbalance him. Otherwise though, he was content.

The big dragon sighed, looking down to his assistant. ‘Now, once we have the ice situation sorted out, I’m going to need you rubbing my balls some more, you really had a way down there.’

The look that Tseri gave him was incredulous. “I thought we were done with this. What about getting this stuff off of you?’

‘Whoever said this was the end of it? It’ll release me when it’s done.’

Tseri looked down the length of the dragon’s body, biting his lip. “And…do you have an idea how many more…rounds, until this thing is done?”

Jakryos paused a moment for thought, tapping his rigid paws against the tiles, looking down at the bubble of cum under him, calculating under his purple mask. ‘Hard to say. It’s more of a time-based thing. I’d say a week or more.’

“Alright that does it.” The lizard took a big step back from the dragon, throwing his arms out between them. “Am I here to do alchemy or to jerk you off full time? Cause if I gotta do the latter-“

‘No, please don’t go!’ The dragon bounced his weight, looking as upset as he could be without a visible face. The thought of having to put up with this alone and unable to get relief was too horrible to consider.

“-I’m going to need to get paid a lot more from now on,” he finished. His face was stern, but there was a little twitch at the side of his mouth.

Jakryos blinked, suddenly hot-faced and flustered from his outburst. ‘O-oh. Right of course. I can arrange that. Your help is really appreciated, you know.’

“I think you made that clear.” Tseri looked to the side, down between the dragon’s legs, where his cock bobbed and bumped at his belly. He looked at it for a long time, the twitch at his mouth turned to the slightest of smiles. He took a step back and glanced up to the dragon’s face. “Right, you settle that, I’ll go find someone with the cold storage we need, and when I get back we can take care of…everything else.”

‘Deal,’ Jakryos immediately responded, emphatically nodding his head and giving off a resounding chorus of squeaking. ‘But, please go now, and hurry.’

With that Tseri’s expression returned to perpetual neutrality. “Sure, you just sit tight and you’ll get taken care of.”

Jakryos set his weight back and did just that. The last thing Tseri heard before leaving was a muffled yelp when the rubber up the dragon’s ass gave a shocking reminder of its presence. ‘H-hurry, please,’ a broken voice followed after.

Jakryos listened for a while to Tseri’s sandals growing more distant. The dragon already felt his thoughts getting hazy once more. Try as he might to keep control, his strange coat would have its way again. He heard a subtle creaking coming from his balls, signaling the process starting anew. But for the whole wait, he stayed in place, anxious but obedient. By the time his assistant returned he was barely coherent, offering himself up without another thought in the world. Tseri would get his raise, and Jakryos would get one of the most memorable weeks of his life.