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(M tf Dragon) Once upon a time, in a world yet named, there walked a man named Philippe who did not quite belong. Both in the sense that he had a hard time fitting in, but also in a more literal sense, as in- he literally does not belong there. Formerly of an entirely different world, on the night of a lightning storm he suddenly found himself here instead, without so much as an explanation. This world has a great many differences from his own- instead of tall buildings of steel and glass, there was great structures of stone and wood. Wagons in place of cars. Elves mingle with humans as long-lived mentors of the arts. Dwarves wander the streets usually with a bag of freshly mined gemstones looking to trade of a keg of spiced bourbon. On Philippe’s first day here, he had accidentally walked into a tiny Faerie woman, and got scared thinking it was some sort of large bug. Oh, she was non too pleased with him. Poor Philippe thought the world was ending the first time he saw great Andersyl fly over the kingdom. To be fair- everyone is afraid of Andersyl, whether they know who he is already or not. He is a great elder dragon, large enough that the massive royal palace looks like a sand castle beside him. His scales are black but have an oily sheen to them that makes the reflected light shimmer many colours. He has immense wings he both uses to fly and grasp things, the membrane of his wings is thinned and tattered at the edges but doesn’t hinder his ability to fly. His head is crowned with many ribbed horns, but in his old age they have grown unevenly. He arrives in the kingdom once a year, to seek what is essentially a tax of gold from the king, in exchange for not reducing his kingdom to ashen dust in the span of a single afternoon. The pact between humans and the neighbouring dragons can be tenuous, but if you keep Andersyl happy, no dragon is going to attack anyone from the kingdom. What had been fairy tale in Philippe’s world was suddenly his reality in this. Which, on paper may sound like a merry old time, but... is harder to make work in reality. He came to this world- no one else did. So, he has no family to fall back on or vouch for him. No bloodline here means no reputation. He technically isn’t a citizen. He has no formal training in basically any of the arts, and half the higher arts here didn’t even exist on his planet for him to be able to know in the first place. Any money he had on him is a currency that isn’t recognized anywhere in this world so it might as well be fake. Philippe hasn’t even been in this world that long and already has a long list of misadventures. He was turned into a mouse by an angry witch, because he was given an odd job by a merc to burn the place down- he was told no one lived there anymore and the house was condemned. Turns out a witch lived there and the merc was just trying to pass the buck off on the new naive guy. And the witch’s familiar was a cat! Then his brief stint as an adventurer! On his first day he almost lost his arm, mistaking a mimic for a treasure chest! They all laughed at him because it was pretty obvious- all the other chests were considerably more weathered than the one he tried to open. But also; he is from another world, he didn’t know mimics were even a thing he had to look out for in the first place! Then the next time he encountered one, he almost got eaten alive saving a maiden from being eaten by it. Turns out it was a goo girl, inside of a mimic. The mimic didn’t eat him- the goo girl did. They had to carve him out of two and a half feet of compressed jelly before he suffocated once she turned to her true form. He tried to apply to be a carpenter, till he realized most of the team were druids, using forest magic to shape the wood, and found it offensive when he offered to actually cut the wood physically. Then he was a blacksmith’s apprentice briefly, till an ember from the forge landed on him and immolated all his hair. It is starting to grow back though! Shadow of facial hair and a short hair on his head. He even attempted to work on a ranch looking after their animals, but almost got killed when an overly large chicken turned out to be a Cockatrice in disguise, sneaking in to steal all the chicken eggs. Not a particularly threatening creature- its breath petrifies you, so its quite deadly regardless of its meagre stature. Luckily Basilisk blood and saliva cures petrification. And so Philippe wandered the land without money nor home, no friend nor fate for him in this strange new world, till eventually he came to a mercenary league of lesser repute. Unlike more popular mercenary leagues- they don’t really get important tasks, they end up with lots of odd-jobs. Which are also typically the easy jobs. And so he found minimally paying work as an errand boy! Like all mercenary work- it is a bit tenuous as all jobs are on demand. It isn’t steady work, its per-task. So he could have a lot of work one day or no work at all for several days. It wasn’t the most reliable but it was all he could manage at the moment. Now where things truly started to get interesting is a fetch-quest he got from the Sorceress Jathia. A lot of bits and bobs he had no idea the use of- not even very heavy. Just some focus crystals, some herbs he can’t even begin to pronounce the names of, and a mercurial potion he has no idea the use for. Since it was the only task he had found that day, he loomed around her home in curiosity, and seeing he was not in a hurry- she ended up tasking him with helping her put together a few things around her place. She was in a bit of a hurry; a council was being held and Jathia was teaming up with her friend Lucretia to try and out-do a rival of theirs. Her home used to be a tower down the cliff to the beach, but the lower part of the tower became decrepit and rather than repair it, she just had the top reinforced to the cliff it is against and let the middle section just fall away. So now its a house on the edge of the cliff- with the remains of a tower below it. Her house is nice- lots of herbs for making potions growing around, which means lots of windows to illuminate them properly, and a pleasant smell in the air. While dashing around helping the sorceress prepare to leave- Philippe noticed several books that caught his eye. The silhouette of sky scrapers depicted on its cover made him naturally curious. Jathia was surprised he had not heard of it- though she did not know he was from another world, either. Philippe tends to skip that part of the explanation because it just makes everyone look at him like he is a madman anyway. She explains that the book is a very popular and well-known fable of a world made of steel and glass, that was originally inspired by a much more simplistic children’s fable of a metal carriage that required no horse, and instead moved by internal combustion. So... either world exist as legends in the other. No wonder everyone thinks he is crazy when he tried to explain himself- his world is mythological to them. When the sorceress Lucretia arrives it was quite the sight. She and the location their order are being summoned to are across the sea, which would normally be quite some time to cross... however, she did not arrive by boat- she landed on the back of the dragon! Long neck and tail, huge wings and four more limbs to walk on. To make it easier for Lucretia to get off such a huge creature- the dragoness did not fully land on the ground, only her arms are on the ground, the rest dangles off the cliff. While standing on all fours, her back would still be ten feet off the ground, so anything she can do to shorten the distance helps. The dragoness can cling to the cliff easily- both the claws of her back feet but also her tail is tipped with a huge bone club with four points projecting sideways in different directions- she can slam it into the rock face to act as an anchor. The banded scales of her underbelly are pink at the edges and quickly fade to a cream colour- the membrane of her wings is pink too. Her scales start to get larger on her upper body and neck, becoming huge diamond shaped plates, all standard scales on her body are a dark, slightly purple red. Wine red. She smiles timidly at Philippe just sort of awe-struck looking up at her from the ground. The two sorceresses had scurried inside to gather what they need and load it onto the dragon for transport. Philippe was made to help haul a huge salted haunch of meat almost as big as his own torso to offer the dragoness as payment for acting as transport. It was the rib cage of one of the golden Yak of Kultemn’s Pass. But once she took the meat- that left Philippe standing there with nothing to do beside the dragon while the sorceress get their things. Not knowing what to say either, the dragoness instead pipes up, asking him if he wanted to see ‘something cool’. Still at a loss for words, Philippe just nods. The dragoness suddenly scrunches her neck up- halving its length! All the huge diamond shaped plate scales on her neck then get shoved up into one another, overlapping, causing the sharp tips to jut out slightly, creating an array of dangerously sharp blade-like scales that made her neck look like a pineapple!! The last few even overlapped half her long face, protecting it from the back and sides. Her arms and the lower part of the frame of her wings are covered in the sharp, large scales too, but they lay mostly flat, so you’d need to rub right up against her to actually get hurt by them. They jut out at her elbows though, her knuckles, and her talon-like claws fade from the same colour to translucent at the tips, making them hard to tell apart from the scales surrounding them. The cream coloured skin on the insides of her hands form into fat bubbles at the ends of her digits to help keep the tips of her claws off the ground and thus always sharp. He asked how her neck is able to do that- like, what happens to the bones when it compresses? She just shrugged, stating it is an adaptation unique to her, so she has no clue. Dragons adapt to their surroundings, since their bodies can absorb local mana to help sustain itself- that means elemental energies can unintentionally shape the dragon if they remain in the same place for too long. Her pineapple-neck trick comes from an abundance of earth attuned mana absorption. Rather than produce waste like normal creatures, her internalized magic repurposed whatever food waste her body creates, and allows her to discharge it instead as magma breath- she can exhale liquid stone. She blinks with a stunned look, as she realizes all too late that she hasn’t even told him her name yet! She names herself Illithyl the Slatescaled. When the two sorceresses return to mount the dragon, Philippe is quick to offer his services to her again, if she needed. He would love to help Jathia on a regular basis if he could! Even if she doesn’t pay that much- just having steady work instead of relying on MAYBE another contract at the mercenary league would be better. And he proved himself competent in the work today- none of her furniture turned out to actually be a monster trying to kill him. Or light him on fire. Jathia sighed, feeling bad for him, but just sort of passively told him she would think about it. She didn’t need someone doing random tasks for her badly enough on a regular basis to actually hire someone. But then as she looks at Illithyl a wry smile crosses her face. She told Lucretia to wait a bit longer and dashed into her house, fetching a book of transformative magic. She had little use of a HUMAN servant. Lucretia got lucky- Illithyl asked for little in ways of payment for her service, because she already had places she enjoyed visiting on this side of the sea anyway, so it was already a route she would have flown regardless. But what if Jathia turned Philippe into a dragon? Dragon in body but still human in mind- he would be beholden to her, and thus a great deal more loyal and less greed-stricken than any true-blood dragon. She would be able to travel on her own without having to rely solely on her friend to get her across the waters! For now- she had to rely on Lucretia and Illithyl still, and they were getting impatient as they could run late for having to pick her up and wait for her. Jathia cast the spell at Philippe, telling him it was a form of contract and that she would hire him, but offered no other explanation. The spell unfortunately would take a bit of time to enact and she had no time to dawdle, so she simply told him to stay put and wait for her return- that he could read from her collection of books in the meantime and that she would pay him his due explanation on her return. The spell required a lot of mana- a human is smaller than even a juvenile dragon, so Philippe actually feels absolutely nothing at first. His body acts as a magnet, attracting all local ether and condensing it into usable mana at first, so for an hour nothing at all happens that he can detect. It is not till he uses the sorceress’s bathroom that the first change occurs. In having to touch his penis to go to the bathroom- he unintentionally decided what it was going to change first, by being the first part of his body he used after the mana was ready to go. Philippe had to tilt his hip back further as he went to make sure the stream got to where it was supposed to, because he awkwardly got an erection out of the blue. He wasn’t even thinking of anything arousing so it was strange, and after waiting a minute it did not go away, so he had to squirm around to get it back into his pants. He went back to trying to read about how the fantasy hero got a desk job in the book of fables, but could not concentrate. His erection was rock hard and throbbing against the inside of his pants. He could masturbate to pass the time and get rid of the boner... but, in someone else’s house?? What if the reason he had it was the sorceress’s spell? Maybe its a test, to see if he is a pervert. Wait, but what if its actually a test to see if he is a problem solver, and he fails by not masturbating because he didn’t solve the issue? She isn’t going to be home for the rest of the day so... if he doesn’t mention it, she would have no way of knowing, right? While sitting on her couch he takes it out, and it immediately flicks upright over-erect. When he touches it, there is a powerful pleasure that radiates from it and even into his crotch around its base a ways. It isn’t the sharper building pleasure he is used to. Well- there is ALSO that pleasure but that isn’t the weird part. This new sensation forced him to be very slow when stroking it- it was a dull, non-specific pleasure that radiated from deep the meat of his cock. So it wasn’t caused by his touch, his touch is just what triggers it. Up and down slowly- he notices the pleasure concentrates in the direction his hand moves, either being stronger in his crotch or in the glans. But this feeling is building up like the normal pleasure does- except it already started off very strong. The veins in his shaft bloat up, projecting off the surface and looking an angry purple. He slowed his strokes entirely, getting nervous his dick is going to pop if he keeps going. Even without moving his hand, just gripping the lower shaft, the new pleasure surges in a wave as the veins suddenly regress back to normal... but in exchange, his shaft tightens harder than its ever been able to. He could feel the rush of blood like a sudden erection except he clearly already had one. His glans blushed red, his corona turned purple and the shaft stretched longer and a tiny shade thicker! As worrying as this is to happen for seemingly no reason- it was also hot, and he tightened his grip and made a slightly pump entirely on reflex without thinking about it. His heart thumped loudly, the muscles in his crotch clenched on reflex, and the veins bloated obscenely again! This time he kept rubbing regardless, feeling the fat veins squirm and squish under his touch. Like last time- they only remained huge for a second before they shrank and a pressure in the shaft grew in their place. Blood pressure slamming into his dick to stretch its form bigger, and bigger! But the bigger his dick got the more pleasure receptors branched to fill it all properly, so the easier it was to pleasure it. The sensation of his touch built a direct, sharper pleasure like normal, but then the transformation itself created a radiant, strong but blunt pleasure! When it stretches it becomes overly sensitive to his touch as well- because the internal pressure forces all the pleasure nerves closer to the surface where his hand is. While his dick keeps getting bigger in large, drawn-out surges; his balls have not changed at all, which quickly made them look disproportionally small, even though they are a good size compared to the rest of him. His shaft is slowly pulling ahead of the glans in growth too- each surge makes it a bit more uneven, slowly flattening out the normally steep contour of the corona. Another surge, then another. He had no idea what was causing this or how to stop it, so his brain just locked onto the one thing he does know- how to make it feel good. As long as a baseball bat, twice as thick, and still growing! The rosen hue of his normal skin started to blush more of a pink, then magenta, and then started to take a very slight purpled hue toward the end where blood pressure hit the hardest during the growth surges! The end of the shaft started to bloat wider than the rest making his cock club-shaped temporarily. Both Philippe’s hands together didn’t even come close to covering the entire shaft, which would normally be a problem if the growth itself didn’t automate the pleasure. He just clutched the base, steadying the meat pillar the best he could so it doesn’t buck hard enough to swing back and swat him in the face, because while sitting down the head is now growing past his own head. The pressure started to build at the glans- not fading as fast after a surge, keeping the pressure up. His shaft started to really bloat obscenely at the end, starting to look downright deformed- the glans did not want to grow at the same speed, and now it was so unbalanced its structure was failing. He grit his teeth and leaned back, letting go of the shaft but keeping both hands at its base on his crotch, just watching the bucking dick in worry! Letting it bob up and down in front of him- it cleared the gap from the couch to the living room table, and then the entire width of the table, it was dripping pre on the OTHER side of the table. Still growing! It keeps getting bigger now whether he touches it or not. With a quiet wet *puck* sound, the shaft pops forward and suddenly its girth equalizes! The shaft... went OVER the glans somehow?! You can still tell where they are- because having them inside the end of the shaft still makes the shaft more bulbous on the end. The pressure then shoves forward and his urethra shoves forward, stretching longer than the shaft itself, creating a procession- like a rounded spike of flesh! His glans had inverted- still very much there, but rather than bulge off the end, they encapsulate the entire end, and is concave, giving the end a dish shape to it- aside from the spike that houses the urethra at the bottom edge of the bowl. As it flares from pleasure, it grows larger which causes the whole end of the shaft to flare wider to keep up- giving it a trumpet shape when flared. What had been the corona is effectively now the rim of the ‘bowl’. This caused Philippe to breath out a heavy sigh and catch his breath as the immense pressure and deformed shape was undone... but the growth was not. Now because its already so large he can actually feel the surges travel up the length of his cock in waves. A powerful pulse, the fattening veins, then they regress and the dick grows. Though visually the growth is more even than that- it doesn’t LOOK like a wave travelling up the shaft. He slid his hips forward, moving them ever so slightly back and forth, feeling the gigantic dong wobble from side to side. It is so long and so heavy every tiny movement he makes becomes long exaggerated swings for the dick. It is now halfway across the living room- even if it grew from the ground it would still be longer than he is tall at this point and its still growing! The pressure started to ease off, but rather than fade it seemed to fire backwards up his taint! Philippe was so surprised he grabbed his shaft again as if he could somehow stop the changes from going elsewhere with his hands. The pleasure of touching his shaft and the changes firing backwards toward his prostate quickly fired him over the edge though! His vision turned white a moment from the intensity and he fell off the front of the couch, slamming his dick against the table which then angled it up, so when he started erupting the streams managed to clear the ENTIRE living room and hit the top of the wall on the other side- which in the sorceress’s house is entirely windows, because that is the wall that faces the ocean. The bulge of the urethra seemed to collapse in a moment, like his glans it became concave, and instead the added stiffness in the shaft caused either side of the tract to touch just as the cum arrived- acting as a spout for it regardless of its shape. But in the aftermath as it finally stops changing and softens... he is still left with a log of meat the length of his entire arm, and now that it is soft, its as big around as his thigh. Since the tract his cum fired up through isn’t sealed all the way around- when it goes flaccid the sides soften and what had been a tube becomes a divot up the underside instead. This thing won’t fit in his pants! Not knowing what to do about that, he instead scrambled to clean up the massive pool of cum out of Jathia’s house! As he moved around his dick flopped heavily from one thigh to the other- he cannot move his legs without his legs having to push his dick out of the way first. The head barely clears the ground even when its as small as it can get. Did Jathia do this to him?? Her spell is the only thing he can think of that could have done this but... why would it do THIS? Is the job she intends to give him as... some sort of consort?? Even if she wanted to turn him into some sort of living sex toy... his dick is too big. There is no shot in hell she could fit any part of his dong in her. That would be like trying to sit on a fire hydrant as tall as a person. But either way, what is he going to do about it in the meantime? He can’t go out with THIS dangling between his legs. Philippe didn’t want to be sitting here with a fire-hose of a cock draped off her couch when Jathia returned, either. He tried to give his pants a bit of slack and stuff the beast into a pant leg but that didn’t really work. It fills the entire pant leg, so if it gets even a little stiff from him trying to walk- he will immediately not be able to walk anymore. Slightly more concerning however is the muscles in his lower back were now squirming. On one hand- it felt like a much needed stretch so it was a rather pleasant sensation. On the other hand- his lower back muscles are bulging noticeably in a way they shouldn’t be able to. He scrambled to pull his pants back down out of the way, but his dick made that difficult too- it was stuffed in there so tight he had to unravel it first. A hollow pop fired off from his rear several times- spaced a second apart and each sent a sudden feeling of suction in the immediate area. The human coccyx is composed of several vestigial vertebrae fused together... his were no longer fused together. The suction he felt was the vertebrae segments popping apart as they start to fully develop! When the last segment expands it bleeds a calcium jelly that starts to solidify rapidly into a new segment, which then sets off another hollow pop as it breaks loose as a new caudal vertebrae... before it starts to spawn yet another off of it. The muscle bulging out his lower back now stuffs itself into the forming tail, which quickly makes it cone shaped with meat before it lengthens far enough that it can start to look like a proper tail. A bad sign though was the fact his lower back still bulged out a bit to transition into the base of the tail... indicating its a tail too big to normally fit on his frame. Philippe was frozen stiff, not sure what to do about this and the strange feeling was occupying his thoughts currently. The new muscle sinew for the tail was spawned from the existing muscle in his back already- so it had a bizarre feeling like his insides were somehow painlessly being sucked out of his back, except there is always more. He never empties, muscle keeps leaving him without him having any less muscle from where it was pulled. Keratin starts to sweat into the tissue though, and his skin starts to look almost wet, even though it isn’t. Philippe just watches the tail grow over his own shoulder- hands on the back of the couch, his pants remain on only because the lazy arch of his dormant dick is holding them up. The tail is already sliding across the floor- long enough to reach and drag on the ground already and still steadily growing with no signs of wanting to stop. A diamond mesh pattern of divots appear in his skin as keratin sheets form and bulge out- becoming scaled flesh! It almost looks like he is getting an instant tan- his flesh going to rosen hue to golden before he flinches from an odd, abrupt feeling. Like static electricity- the feeling is sharp and sudden and causes his skin to recoil from its touch as it plays across him. He looks to his left at the sound of a focus stone exploding on a shelf! A bolt of green energy dances between a few trinkets on the shelf below it. His golden scales start to look bruised, before corrupting to pure black. Something is amiss. Not only does he not know what the spell was in the first place- it is also apparently not working the way it was supposed to. His arms flex on their own, the muscle starting to bulge! His arms and upper back start to rapidly expand, causing his skin to blush unable to properly keep up with the rapid mutation! His entire body started to grow in size a bit all the while his tail continues to grow uninterrupted- now so long its trailing out the door into the next room. Philippe groans as keratin bubbles form over his temples and then branch into several cones, stretching then breaking the skin! Two large horns and one small one on either side of his head! Thin trails of blood down his face from their base as they grow incredibly rapid. The horns seem to twist and bend erratically, not keeping any sort of symmetry with one another! He grasps at the sides of his jaws as they ache from rapid growth inside his jawbone- all his teeth starting to sharpen into fangs! Then in a sudden shock wave of air pressure that scatters smaller items about the room- he is normal again! His transformations vanish off his body in an explosion of pure mana so abruptly he falls on his ass in utter confusion. Jathia cast a non-specific dragon transformation spell on him, as in, it isn’t in the image of an existing dragon, it will just be whatever the equivalent of Philippe is, in dragon. This however did not take into account the fact he is from a world that doesn’t have any dragons in the first place. He isn’t from this world- there is no equivalent of him, he isn’t supposed to be here! The spell started to change him but was having problems from the get go- it forced its way in to a point where it no longer made sense, then aborted when it strayed so far off the mark that it was no longer functional. Without Jathia here to actually cancel the spell though... it is going to keep trying. It isn’t sentient, its going to keep trying even if its impossible, till someone actually tells it to stop. Philippe himself had no way of knowing all this however- and having seen the random trinkets explode; came to the conclusion the whole episode was a magical mishap from being around her enchanted items. Though, that now left him with a worry of how cross she will be when she finds half the items on the shelf scorched by magical lightning or outright exploded. He really wants the job working with her full time, so, to avoid angering her he memorizes what the items look like as best he can and then sets out to buy replacements. If he swaps out the broken ones before she gets back, everything will be fine! She doesn’t return till very late at night, so he should have enough time. Philippe is a nice guy, and perfectly capable in his own world. But he barely knew anything about this world, other than it mirrors fairy tale worlds from his own, so he has been working with a severe handicap this last while. Now he has a chance to show what he is made of! Random misfire while his boss is out? No problem, he will use his own money to swap out replacements like nothing happened. He had just gone to the magic shops earlier on the original errand so he already knew the way to get back, it was just a bit of a walk up to the town proper- the sorceress’ house was off on its own at the cliff, which has a large open field between it and the next nearest buildings. Unfortunately that distance gave the spell time to recompose itself for a second try. He was wandering up the street when he felt the tingle in his skin. A shiver at first, but it crawled up his skin, almost feeling like his body was passing through an unseen surface of liquid from back to front. At first Philippe passed it off, but slowed his walk considerably as his focus shifted to his own body. Heat, then subtle movement, then pressure and less subtle movement in his upper back! Now he hustled to the shop hoping to get the item and skitter away before the changes were noticed by anyone else! His skin was tensing up on his arms too though- and that much he could see with his own eyes. The skin on the back of his hands, fingers, and presumably the rest of his covered arm was bubbling up into tear drop shaped scales! Keratin bleeds from the surface of the skin and hardens into fingernail-like consistency, though never fully divides from his flesh, so it is not as though he could try to pluck the scales off. This is different from before though... last time the scales were diamond shaped- tear drop shape now almost makes them resemble fish scales, like the scales of a carp. Philippe slips into the lane to go around the back of the shop so as few people as possible spot him on the way to the shop. His upper back bulges- muscle branching and squeezing the bone plate of his shoulder blade, causing another to branch and then click as it snaps free from the original! A smaller, narrower plate forms, and then the muscle bulges from the surface, stretching the skin into chubby cones till actual bone starts to form within to give it more of a structure. Even without knowing what was going on- Philippe could deduce this must be a new set of limbs, and given their position- wings. He arrives at the back of the magic shop and slows again, not sure if she should step out onto the main street again. He cannot see behind himself so he does not know how obvious the mutation currently is- can people see he has two more limbs growing, through his shirt? He heard the sound of glass popping and someone inside the shop shrieks in surprise, giving him pause. He remembered the reaction in the sorceress’ home and realized it must be his proximity! Without proper instruction the spell on him doesn’t know what it is doing and is just applying draconic form to him- but there are many different types of dragon. If it applies two different parts- when the two parts meet in the middle the spell realizes it is contradicting itself and cancels out. Till then its like two transformations trying to race one another to gain control of his body- and the extreme vacuum of mana that is causing races through any magical trinkets, overloading them, and causing them to rupture! He quickly turns around and darts deeper into the narrow lanes between buildings, getting away from the magic shop now, before they realize he is the one causing the destruction of property. Well, so much for replacing what he broke. He is breaking even more, just by being near them. Philippe was also unable to get particularly far. His shoes felt like they were shrink-wrapping to his feet and abruptly his heels popped out while he was trying to move! As soon as the heels were forced out, the change sped up- to the sound of cracks and pops muffled under his skin. Bones changing shape and size and re-setting at their new proportions! His feet were getting longer!! He couldn’t walk on them while they are changing like this, causing him to fall backwards, catching his back against a cobblestone wall, sliding down a bit so his feet slid forward so he could assess the damages. Snap, crackle, pop, and its not even a breakfast cereal. The bones in his feet get longer and bigger but his feet do not get any wider- so the bones quickly run out of space to grow, forcing them to bunch up, lock up, and then fuse! Even down to his toes- closer, and then mushing together like someone mashing two blobs of clay together. That was not the only boundary being blurred though. His socks smoothed out and almost looked like they were melting, before the fibers unwove themselves, revealing a coat of fur! His socks had fused to him!! As his toes became larger, shorter, clumsier- they grew so large they filled his shoe again, and then the shoe as well started to change shape, as if made of clay. The black and white sneakers lost the white, and hardened as they compressed over the end of his toes, then with a sharp crack, pops apart... becoming hoof segments over his toes! At this point the spell is so confused it doesn’t even know what is his body and what is simply something touching his body, and its incorporating the mass of both! Where his five toes had been were now four- two large ones and two gigantic ones, the smaller ones forced behind and folded closer together, becoming dewclaws. A cloven hoof? The only dragonkin with hooves is... a kirin. The long white fetlocks formed from what had been his socks quickly starts to change colour from root to tip- turning red like flame. The scales forming on his arms turns a non-lustrous jade green as the keratin content thickens. Yea... that matches a kirin alright. But not the wings? Kirin don’t have wings. Philippe groaned, shoving himself up off the wall to try and balance on his legs but shocks himself stiff for a moment as he takes part of the wall with him! His forming wings- the nerves in them have branched THROUGH his shirt, and into the solid stone of the cobblestone wall behind him, so when he stood up it ripped out the stone, which then quickly forms into the remaining portion of his wings!! The colour of the stone shifts to jade scales and softens to living tissue! He quickly darts down the maze- like corridors between buildings before someone notices the gaping hole he made in the wall. He cannot even attempt to take his shirt off now- the back of it melds into his skin itself, the shirt is part of him! His cloven hooves clack heavily on the stone path, his movements clumsy from not at all being used to walking like this. Typically creatures with cannon bones have shorter shins, but his aren’t, which gave him considerably more height. Also walking on hooves is like walking on the very tips of your toes constantly... which in human form would hurt, a lot. He put his hand on the wall to steady himself when he pauses again, and brushes the wall with the knuckle of his wings unintentionally. His brain isn’t used to having this many limbs- so his wings loosely mirror whatever he does with his arms. He glances at his hand to see it is changing too- but not the same as his feet. The scales felt like they were still trying to grow even though they fully formed, and it forced his fingers to expand, and his nails to thicken into claws! But... for some reason it ignored his middle finger? It only affected his thumb, index, ring, and pinky fingers. With several clicks, his pinky pops out of location and his skin stretches, collapsing between the pink and ring finger a moment before the pinky rolls forward a bit and the muscle around its base expand into a soft mound? He lifts his hand in confusion to look at the underside and realizes his pinky has turned into a thumb! So he has three fingers and two thumbs? And one finger hasn’t changed at all. If you ignore the unaffected finger- it would look like the hand of a Long; an East Asian dragon. A subtle pressure and slight tickle in his face- he reaches up to touch it and brushes hair! His facial hair is growing rapidly, but is coming in a vibrant fire-red. Both kirin and long have flame-red hair in addition to their scales, the two mixing together has doubled down on this. He quickly forms an enormous mane! As soon as he feels movement down below, his attention is stolen away easily enough. After how severe his genitals mutated last time, he quickly opened his pants this time to avoid them exploding off of him. Or, more likely- his pants fuse to his crotch because his transformation is going haywire. He does not want to have to experience the next level of wedgies. He was so deep into the maze of lane ways that no one was likely to find him anyway. Philippe watched, mesmerized as his balls swell larger this time- they had been utterly unaffected the last time. The sensation was a warm pressure- normally any pressure around his nuts would hurt but this time it was outward, not inward. The coloration on his scrotum deepens as well- the hue fading and the pitch deepening, going from rosen hue to deep grey, the colour of a kirin’s unscaled flesh. The pressure then shifts to his shaft. Philippe again leans back against a wall, spreading his wings loosely against it to steady himself, and tilting his pelvis forward to get a better look at himself changing. His penis is made erect from the transformation itself, and he watches it pointing up at him, swelling this time in girth just as much as length! The foreskin and thus outer flesh of the shaft becomes thicker, making it feel rather squishy on the surface even though it was fully erect. The coloration of the balls quickly transfers to the shaft as well, but not beyond the foreskin. Even his pubes turn red from root to tip and become wildly curly thanks to the changes. His penis transforming this time was a much less intense sensation, the increase of weight as it wobbles with more exaggerated movements was just as intense a feeling as the soft persistent swelling of its mass. The pressure starts to build up in the shaft though, as the growth slows down. It is almost the length of his elbow to his fingertips so not at all small, but also not nearly as big as last time. And the pressure kept going up even though it appeared to stop changing. The foreskin felt overly tight, almost itchy with pressure. Trying to find some relief of the strange feeling, he grips his plump shaft with both hands and squeezes it. To Philippe’s shock- the foreskin let go! With a sharp, electrical pleasure at the end of the foreskin, the outer and inner layers of penis peeled apart! The overly chubby shaft became narrower, but much, much longer, doubling the length, but causing him to shiver from the intense pleasure it caused. Having such a large phallus, and being given so much pleasure already- Philippe was worked up and started to masturbate the member, coming up with the loose reasoning in his mind that the last time this happened; he reverted a short while after getting off, so maybe it would happen again. As he tended his long member though- other changes took place too. A bulge on his forehead as the magic confused itself as to whether to give him the singular multi-pronged horn of a kirin, or the large antlers of a long. Behind him though- his tail was less confused, and simply went with kirin. Though... it grew through the back of his pants, melding with the material itself which then formed into the tiny scales on the back of the tail, leaving only a thin strip on the bottom of the tail as bare skin. The tail is long, narrow, and ropy- exploding into large tassel of red hair on the end to contrast the dull green of the scales. His penis still pulsed with attempted growth, but rather than actually grow longer, it just built pressure in it and caused it to bloat thicker instead! His fingers and thumbs forced apart as it becomes too thick for his grip! The pressure trying to swell it wider was like his cock was deliberately trying to fight his grip off! Philippe let out a distressed yelp as he felt the skin break on his forehead! He did not feel the skin get pierced, but rather the sudden movement of it being forced open. A single drop of blood traces down his face as the horn emerges! It grows in length quickly- it seems to take the shape of a long’s antlers, except there is only one and its positioned like a kirin’s horn. The singular antler is long and narrow, and both ends with a flat, blunt end, but all of its tines are also short and end in flat tips. They are adornments, like crowns- not meant to be used as weapons. His balls hike themselves up and clench to his pelvic floor for a moment. The long portion of the transformation is trying to make them internal- but the kirin part is preventing that. The spell is starting to contradict itself and fall apart! He jerks his hips back and lets out a surprised huff as an explosion of pleasure sets off from his dick! His hands stop moving but he can still feel it sliding through his hands! For a moment it looks like his dick is turning itself inside out! The urethra yawns immensely wide and with an abrupt wet pop- equine shaped glans pop out from inside of his penis!! Its girth starts to narrow again as the shaft quickly becomes longer! He can both feel it sliding against his hands and also the existing shaft as well- like three layers of pleasure all coming from the same tract of flesh. An equine member has three layers after all- what had been his foreskin became the sheath... now that the end slides out from the rest, his former glans stretch, deform, and become the ring of muscle that is the medial ring! The rigid bumps along the corona of the new glans look almost like tiny rounded cones. Kirin is equal parts horse, dragon, and deer. His hands move quickly but barely cover any distance- practically just vibrating in place while the dick also pleasure itself with its growth and transformation! Philippe bows forward from the pleasure, mouth hanging open in silent bliss! He starts to arch further forward- his spine letting out muffled pops and then nearly inaudible clicks as new vertebrae add themselves, and his neck lengthens as well at the same time! He approaches orgasm! His wings start to spread on reflex without actually meaning to. Suddenly the latter half of his wings turns to stone and shatters off him! His clothing becomes untangled from his flesh and his changes turn to pure energy, erupting off his body in a pulse of lightning! He was so caught off-guard he collapsed onto his hands and knees, freezing for a moment before remembering where he is and scrambling to pull his pants back up in the front and get his outfit shuffled back into place! Well, that was annoyingly timed- put an abrupt end to his pleasure right before release. It also left him even more confused about his transformation. He wasn’t near any magic trinkets this time to instigate it, and it also ended without him hitting climax, which eliminated both of his existing theories. Not to go over her head but... maybe it is time he sought out someone more magically inclined before Jathia comes home. At this point is he worried something else will go wrong before he can even get back to her house to be able to wait for her. Philippe made his way to an Enchanting shop. The female elf behind the counter had her crossed legs up on it and looked like she was about to fall asleep when he entered the shop. Enchanting is the art of inscribing magic into objects for common folk to be able to use. Cursing or un-cursing items, that sort of thing. Philippe’s condition certainly seemed like some form of curse at this point so- an Enchantress should be able to unravel it. Her half-lidded gaze scanned him over as he explained he has an unknown spell effect on him that needs to be removed. Her skilled elven eyes easily identified it as a common draconic transformation spell- why this human could not remove it easily himself was beyond her, but removing the effects certainly were not. Her deep womanly voice resonated in the air with a melodic thrum as she used the art of incantation to cast her spell, so she would not even need to sit up to remove his condition. Easy money for her. Her eyes widen and she sits up abruptly as the mana she was shaping suddenly vanishes without a trace! Back on Earth- an eruption of mana appears in the sky as a glittering cloud briefly before becoming intangible again. Emie- the elven woman- immediately takes Philippe by the hand and leads him to the back room, a grin on her face. A new magic?! That even she is unfamiliar with?? She must learn it! Her counter-spell phased out of reality entirely- preventing her from tampering with the spell! Because it is trying to find his equivalent form, its thinned the veil between the two words, which unfortunately means any attempts to tamper with it will fall through reality. Which is a problem. The spell will keep trying till it works, but can’t work because its looking for instructions that don’t exist. And you cannot cast anything else on him till it finishes... but it will never finish, because it can’t. She sits him in a chair and immediately puts a lantern close to him to get a real good look at him. Philippe blushes because the beautiful platinum haired elven beauty is so close to his face staring at him- but she actually isn’t even paying attention to his physical face, she is looking through him at the magic runes in play. He attempts to question her but she just shushes him because she is concentrating too much for conversation. She skips the explanation part entirely and uses incantation again, her siren voice now pulling mana to him. If she cannot interact with the spell on him- she will feed it and see what it does on its own in an attempt to learn it. Philippe was a bit nervous given his junk increased to a size uncontainable by his clothing both times, and now he has a pretty elf looming over him. Emie asked him to describe what he was feeling while she examined him, bent over- unintentionally causing her large breasts to wobble around erratically; her bra can’t really contain them in this position. He felt a building pressure inside, almost like a stomach cramp, but before it became painful it suddenly shifted forward- and with a loud gurgle his stomach bloated up! Philippe has a thick framed body but not due to his weight- its just how he is built. Now however, his stomach sticks out into a soft dome, and with another gurgle; it grows still larger at a slow but steady pace! The feeling of warmth spreads in his body as well as the soft pulses of pressure- like the magic is pushing on him to see which parts of his humanity are the softest for it to change next. His fingers wiggle as his nails seem to bend- the ends of his fingers pushing out and becoming pointed. Bone spurs grow off the ends of his digits to help reinforce the sharp keratin layer of very large, round claws, big enough to cover the ends of his digits entirely! Very sturdy claws- meant for tearing through solid stone. The skin of his body gets thicker, darkening, turning grey. The texture of his skin becomes leathery. His arms and even fingers look a big pudgier but its not fat- its just a very thick hide. Philippe mutters a few halfhearted protests about his changes but Emie just shushes him again. She cannot diagnose anything without seeing what it does first! It is all part of the process! His shirt is pushed up by his belly, further and further, till it flicks up and covers no more than his chest! By the time he starts growing a chubby short tail, the legs of the chair under him explode out! His weight overwhelms the chair and he slams into the floor! Emie scrambles to help him, grabbing his shirt to pull him up but also unintentionally smushes her tits against his face in doing so. She helps him to his feet with a great deal of effort and he has to place an enlarged hand on the table to brace himself. His upper body has expanded a great deal faster than the bottom- his legs are still completely normal, the skin colour is only just now starting to slowly shift. Rip! The seam at his shoulders tears on both sides! Emie says she will help him out of that- but as soon as she tries to reach for it, the tear explodes down the seams on the sides, tearing the shirt in half and causing the body of it to fall in two different parts, leaving only the over-tight sleeves clinging to his arms, too tightly to be removed at this point! His entire body is enlarging at this point, and he is forced to put both hands on the table to help stand because his regular human legs can’t take the dis-proportioned size! At this point he is towering over Emie- her tall pointed elf ears only reach his chest, she has to look up at him. His torso is enormous now, and overlapping his pants a bit- though they are bulging out now too, as his penis enlarges yet again! Emie only grins wider seeing his phallus enlarging. Philippe is worried it will bust his pants, but in reality it doesn’t particularly matter- the elf can see through his pants anyway; she is looking at his chakra and the flow of mana, and his clothes don’t hide that. The legs of the table start to creak! Even only partially resting his bulk against it, it can barely take him! Luckily his tail now surges in size and length, and once its trailing on the floor it makes a nice counter-balance to help stand. Though his stomach wobbles with fat and over-dense flesh, his arms tighten and bulk with muscle. Even in his gut- his abs tighten and swell, and keep the huge gut taut, rather than flabby. Philippe groaned and shut his eyes hard- his vision suddenly became blurry and hurt his head trying to focus. When he opened them again, a third, translucent eyelid took a bit longer to open, and reveal his now vertical-slit shaped pupils! Emie gasped, narrating for him the events as she can see them in the flow of energy rather than on the surface. Just now- as his eyes changed to ocean blue reptilian eyes, the spell abruptly jerked sideways. It WAS progressing toward a standard Wyrm transformation. Though looked down on like vermin by your standard dragons (Pendragons), Wyrm are technically also dragons themselves. They just reeaaaaaallly don’t get along with the others. It is like trying to mix rich people and poor people. At some point they are just going to go at each other’s throats- they may be the same species but they’ll never admit it. With an enormously bulky frame and their four limbs to the sides of their body- their underbelly scrapes the ground under them. They almost resemble salamanders, but develop uneven stone-like scales on their backsides and bone spurs around their wide faces. They are adapted to the deep underground where they hoard precious metals and gemstones- even slaying the damn things is dangerous because they bleed molten gold. But just now the rune shifted. It is now a Pendragon transformation! Honestly it would have shifted earlier in the process- except her force-feeding mana into it progressed the transformation so quickly that it actually got a good halfway in before it messed up. Now in a stripe up the middle of his arms and across most of his back- his flesh bubbled up and solidified into gold scales! Wyrm only ever come in brown, grey, and black- very dull, earthen colours to blend in. Wyrm also have horizontal slit pupils- because they live underground. Pendragon have vertical slits for rapid up-down motion tracking. Because they fly. A huge talon-like claw erupted from the ends of his shoes, slicing them open from the inside out! It only grew off his large toe though- none of the others. His eyebrows seem to meld together, and reform into triangular pointed sheets- scales, layered slightly so their points stick up and make his brow ridge ribbed. Both scales and hair contain keratin after all- its just a different dose of the same material. Philippe leans too far forward and shatters two of the four legs off the table! It is just as well anyway- his head was starting to brush the roof. His legs are almost cartoonishly small compared to his arms, so as soon as the table can no longer stand- he fell onto all fours, holding himself up by his huge knuckles. That gave Emie a better view as bone thorns develop down his spine! From the top of his neck to the tip of his still-growing tail! Linked to his vertebrae by a cartilage buffer, the thorns each have very basic muscle sinew that allows them to stand up or lay flat against him at will. Of course... just gaining this feature now means Philippe hasn’t a clue how to actually control those muscles yet. They clench in automatic response to the spell, and when they stand again- they pull his skin with it. Taking on a slight blue hue, the skin it stretches off him forms a membrane between them, creating a short sail down his entire spine! Philippe was distracted elsewhere however- as the moment he fell forward his dick was pulled down by his shift in gravity which rubs it against the front of his pants, which then erects it faster. It quickly ran out of room and only a few moments later, tore away the entire front of his pants! Luckily Emie did not notice, as she was watching the sail forming at the time. She bounces from one foot to the other energetically, lightly clapping her hands in amusement, which also causes her breasts to slosh back and forth under her shirt- putting on a show for Philippe without even being aware she is doing it. His cock slaps the floor heavily, but then because the stone floor is cool, he lifts it and it curls behind him, holding itself off the floor! The general rule of evolution is- the clumsier the creature, the bigger its dick needs to be in order to get to where it needs to go. Since Wyrm are practically slithering against the ground; their cock is not only large, its prehensile. Philippe can actually control how it moves. Emie lowered her brows and called to the front that she was busy and to come back later, in response to the bell sounding on the front counter back in the main shop. A woman called back that she really needed a curse lifted- her husband had been turned into a donkey and their donkey had been turned into a dumb man who refuses to wear clothing, and is currently streaking all over their ranch. Emie grinned, muttering to Philippe that that sounded far too amusing to pass up- and told him to sit tight, she would be back soon, and then skittered out to the front of the store. Philippe wondered what exactly she expected him to be able to do? He can’t even stand upright because his weight is too lopsided and his dick is getting longer than his legs are! Again though- the two forms touch in the middle and the spell gets confused because the two parts don’t match. He feels his temples start to bulge out from the start of horns, but before they form his entire body returns to normal abruptly! All that had changed lifts off him quickly as coloured vapour and dissipates into the air! Philippe was clutching the scraps of his clothing to himself, trying to cover himself the best he could when Emie returned, pouting that she missed the finale. She was kind enough to fetch him clothing, but wanted him to stay here in her ‘lab’ at the back of the store where she could diagnose him. He argued that Jathia was expecting him back at her house late that night, but Emie silenced him and insisted. If he wanted to get cured, he would have to let her prod around some more. He had a hard time arguing with her honeyed voice. She left to get more equipment from her own home though, leaving him in the back of the shop to twiddle his thumbs. How long was this going to take? He really needed to be there when Jathia returns to seal the deal on that new job. But, preferably he doesn’t explode out of his clothing and mutate into a draconic freak when she arrives. He felt like he was getting the draconic subspecies grand tour in his own body- educational to be sure, but also dangerous and a bit embarrassing. Remove the massive instabilities and he might actually have fun though. Being so big and so obviously powerful? Kind of awesome. Plus the giant genitals have felt amazing every time and he was half in a panic every time. Imagine if he was actually calm enough to fully enjoy it? He also keeps thinking of Illithyl. Her huge upper body scales form a dangerous defence for her, but her form is still so sleek and aerodynamic. She flies so gracefully with ease- even with two humans on her back. Phillipe was then startled out of his imagination by a high pitched voice with a slightly unsettling reverence to it. He had to look around the room for several moments to finally spot the source- above him, clinging to the side of the wood chandelier. A dragon... but no larger than a house cat. Turns out Emie has a draconic familiar. Yiddra is a fae dragon. Two clawed toes in the front and two that point back on each limb- so similar to a chameleon except a chameleon’s toes are fused together, making them resemble only one front and one back. Her tail is kept in a large spiral behind her, mostly rolled up. Her scales are blue at the front but fade to purple on her lower half and then to a hot pink at the end of her tail. Her wings are draconic in frame, but rather than a singular membrane, each digit of the wing holds a leaf-shaped insectoid wing, stained a rainbow of colours like the wings of a butterfly. Each individual membrane slightly overlaps another. When she takes flight, the thin but rigid segments of wing make a slight rustling sound. Like the faeries they are named after- these little imps tend to have a mischievous disposition at best. Yiddra lands on Philippe’s shoulder, asking him what it all felt like, but as he naively explained it- she kept getting him to zero in on one change in particular. His phallus. Dragons have much bigger genitals than humans, surely its expansion alone must feel great. And she herself is a dragon- being able to create a draconic phallus out of the blue sounds more like a blessing than a curse. Blushing quite a bit already from being made to explain in such detail what his genital changes were like, Philippe paces the room trying to keep his mind out of the gutter, feeling an erection threatening to tent his borrowed pants. That is exactly what Yiddra wants however. Philippe assumed as Emie’s familiar, the tiny dragon was trying to get information from him to help cure him. But with her master gone, the little imp was trying to do the opposite. She wanted to stir some trouble so she could sit on his rod once it transforms. The spell itself has no preference of starting point- especially given it currently has no proper instructions in the first place, so whatever part is most active when the spell retries is where it tends to start. She playfully jumps off his shoulder as he passes an empty chair, fluttering in front of him, causing him to pause, then pat him on the chest with all four of her legs to cause him to stumble back and fall into the chair behind him! Before he could recover from the fall, Yiddra was already on top of him again, fluttering around him before plopping down on his lap. She turned her rump to him to sit in his lap but then deliberately scooted back so the bulge in his pants presses against the base of her curled up tail. Like her master, she was able to draw mana in, and because of her teasing the transformation triggered again- dick first! She feigned surprise when the bulge she is sat on suddenly surges in size, then grabs at his pants and tugs it down, telling him he would not want to explode out of another pair because she doesn’t have access to any replacements for him. The change was again like the original time back at Jathia’s house. The foreskin is utterly left behind and ultimately stretched into complete obscurity, erasing the seam as the entire shaft bloats bigger and longer! Yiddra just watches in awe, fluttering over him now to watch it, having to keep moving further back as it grows further out. She is just enjoying the show like a weird obsession at this point- it was already too big for her to use even when it was fully human, she definitely cannot actually use a cock this big in herself. But its hot. This time the urethra projecting out felt like it was what caused the inversion of the glans into the dish shape- the last time it felt like a side effect of it instead. Bigger and bigger- big enough that Yiddra now landed on it and used the dick itself as a perch. Feeling the heat radiating off it through her tiny hands. The force of the surges felt so... powerful. A dick bigger and stronger than she is- it made her feel helpless but in a good way. She bobbed her weight on it and smiled at how exaggerated its swinging was. Philippe just groaned- not sure what to do. It seemed inappropriate to actually touch her, but her being against his shaft felt so good. Like a muscle that needs a stretch, the flesh of his swelling cock has a need to be touched and manipulated. So instead of risk doing something inappropriate, he simply left it in her hands. Figuratively, and literally. The veins bulge obscenely, then sink in as the shaft below inherits the blood and swells instead. Erection after erection stacking on top of one another- the pressure keeps building even though it is already at its limit, and yet never exceeds the limit. The growth and stretching keeps raising the bar, at the same rate it is filling. So it is always at the peak but never ever. He starts to feel a little woozy- probably because his groin is stealing all the blood flow. Or so he thought. In actuality his borrowed outfit starts to become loose... as his entire body shrinks slowly. A tail starts to grow, the suction feeling and hollow pops of his tail bone expanding into an actual tail instead. The flesh forms on the tail into scales but this time they are tiny round golden scales. The shape... is a fae dragon’s scales. He is inheriting her species? But it is already wrong- his penis is clearly not that of a fae dragon, that is a pendragon phallus. So while his dick continues to grow, his body continues to shrink, making the size look like it is shifting twice as fast as it actually is, in comparison between his own parts! The pulses are also almost deafening to him- his heart throbbing with a force and volume he could not possibly produce without magic; his own pulse is audible in his ears and the surges of blood pressure cause outside sounds to be muted for a split second each beat! As his tail grows and body shrinks to better match one another- his lower back ached, causing Philippe to push his hip forward and as soon as he did, his pelvis rolled at an angle that shouldn’t have been possible with a loud, hollow pop! His hip shifted so now the sockets for his legs are in front of him instead of under him... unless of course, he were on all fours. That instead put his tail at a better downward angle. With a nearly inaudible gurgle his eyes cross from the bizarre sensation though as the shift causes a more outwardly jarring change. Rolling the pelvis forward put his genitals too far up, causing them to instead compress down toward his anus which was now pointing forward. When the two gaps in his pelvic floor met, they joined into a single much larger hole- causing the entire area to collapse into him! As the skin turned smooth and red, the edge very quickly formed a band of muscle and clapped itself shut around the base of his still growing phallus... a cloaca. His balls now drawn deep into him, out of sight, even if you opened the cloaca up. Though- not entirely correct, it has no urethra. The penis is supposed to be for sex only- they pee from the cloaca, so his isn’t quite correct, even now. It LOOKS correct, but not quite. Four toes enlarge and gain translucent claws- the middle toe regresses, having its size stolen into the others- fae dragon only have four digits after all. Yiddra giggles in amusement, realizing he is getting so lopsided that her bobbing on his dick is threatening to pull the rest of his body off the chair! His body at only four feet tall- his dick has surpassed his height already and shows no signs of stopping. Yiddra then climbs up the shaft and places her feet on his midriff to hold him in place- keeping her hands on the shaft with her face pressed against it; letting its immense heat saturate her face. Her spiralled tail loops itself around his neck and loosely cradles his head playfully. Slowly the tiny dragon becomes less tiny to him. His size slowly starting to match hers better- while his cock becomes gargantuan to them both. The shaft slightly purple shade of pink, bucking and drooling lube thanks to Yiddra not leaving it alone for even a moment. At this point it is like resting her face against a wall of flesh- his cock is wider than her ENTIRE body. She can both hear and feel his heart beat in its surface, veins hidden below the surface tissue drum hard with pressure trying to force it to stretch still larger. Looking up the shaft at the flared head is like standing at the foot of a wizard’s tower and looking up. If she stepped off of Philippe, he would immediately be catapulted out of the chair by his own endowment, because it weighs more than he does, and because of its length- isn’t actually on the chair with him. The feeling of shrinking is very subtle itself- almost nothing at all. Just a very gentle pressure over his entire body, nearly inperceivable. Where it becomes blatantly obvious is in his attempts to DO anything at all, including something as simple as to nervously scoot back in the chair. The smaller he gets the weaker he feels. In reality- he is just as strong as ever, but because his size in comparison to everything else is dwindling, so too does his influence on them. He would need to be many times more powerful than before in order to manipulate the same objects he could at his normal size. Even the thrum of his own magic-infused heart and the force of his giant cock’s movements become more overwhelming with each throb, because it is all so much bigger than he. Then there is Yiddra’s size, which from his perspective sort of just looks like she is getting bigger. He was nervous to interact with her before because she is so small he would be afraid of hurting her. Now with every moment she is ever more his equal, and much more experienced in this form- putting him at great disadvantage. Loose clothing started to fall away without him actually being able to move. The socks simply fell off his feet before they even started to change shape- he became too small for them to cling to. His pants are pinned under him so they cannot fall away, but start to feel more like a blanket draped over his legs rather than actual pants. His shirt hangs loose, then falls off one shoulder, then the other. Pools around his elbows, held on just because he isn’t standing for them to completely fall away. Three feet tall, cock now around seven feet long. His legs are starting to go numb- because the internal portion of his phallus is now taking up so much space in his pelvic floor that its cutting the circulation to his lower body! His tail is starting to tingle from lack of blood oxygen! Yiddra slithers her tail around him- wrapping around him and criss-crossing more the more he shrinks, practically holding him up herself. His dick becomes a bit too much though. Pressing into its base as hard as she can to keep it on the chair- its threatening to rock forward and yank both of them off! Then with a brief creaking- the legs of the chair bust out from under them!! The bottom of the chair slaps against the floor, and the force reverberates up through the seat into Philippe’s butt and sending a pleasant vibration up the entire length of the shaft, tickling its pleasure receptors juuuust enough. The dick fought back against Yiddra leaning into it, and she knew he was about to blow from how tight the skin became. She half skittered and half flew up the shaft just in time. The duct on the underside of the shaft tightened- bringing the two sides together to form the completed tube just as the cum fired up. The dish-shaped glans are so huge in comparison to her she looks like a small bird on the edge of a birdbath. The projected tip fits in her mouth at least, but the cum blast slammed into her so hard she didn’t even get the chance to decide if she was going to swallow it all- the force of its flow alone forced her throat open and filled her! She had to quickly gasp for breath when the giant cock clenched, interrupting the flow for a half second each. She ran out of room- taking another blast to the face knocking her away before the rest flew in lazy arches up, and hit the floor with an audible thud from the weight of the liquid. She took at least half the load- which is already surprising given her size. Yiddra was so full she could not even move- it hurt to bend her torso because her stomach was too full! She just chuckled to herself like she was drunk, laying on her back beside Philippe, pleased with her experiment in his transformation, and drifted into a light sleep since she could not move. At the very least this made an opening for Philippe. It was clear this little imp wanted him for non-academic reasons, and while that was somewhat flattering- it was also worrying. He had no idea what was happening to him, so wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to let someone exploit it. She is cute- but this is hardly the time. He could also see from the high windows that the daylight was low. Late afternoon, will be dusk soon. He needs to be back at the house to meet Jathia to get the job! As much as he wanted to stick around to get answers... he was also wondering if either of these ladies had his best interest in mind. Even if he stuck around for Emie’s return- is she trying to actually cure him, or is she just interesting in making him a magical guinea pig? Emie locked the door when she left- saying it was to keep anyone else from finding him... but, isn’t the FRONT door to the shop already locked? What she did not lock however are the windows. Unfortunately the windows in this back room are up at the roof- because this room is sunken down from the rest of the shop, because the hatch into the storage cellar is in the floor back here. And Philippe is currently only two and a half feet tall, with an eight foot dick flopping around. Normally when not in use- it inverts into a compartment in the base of the tail... the phallus doesn’t actually go soft, ever. Only the base and tip regress and turn soft, the shaft remains the same size all the time. But his is physically incapable of being put away, so he is stuck with this permanent rod of stiff flesh dragging around under him, which makes moving considerably more difficult because said rod is bigger than he is, by many times. Philippe ends up moving his tail between his legs and coiling it around the base of his dick to try and keep it off the floor at least. He does not have wings- his body actually remained quite human. The transformation was focused on trying to balance the huge disparity in size first, and ran out of mana before it even managed to do that. He is indoors this time, so mana cannot flow as freely in the room and he has transformed twice in the same place- he burned all the available energy. So, he had to yank the leg of a table to bring it up to the wall under the window, then shove a chair up to the table. Climbed the chair, then the table, and finally managed to open the window. Up near the roof of the room- the window was against the ground on the outside so he did not have to worry about the fall; there isn’t one. His clothing just slung over his shoulder, his tail holding his dick up, he emerges back into daylight at the side of the shop in the narrow lanes. Ugh, the walk back is going to be a nightmare- he is both naked and tiny, its going to feel like ten times the distance it actually is. Philippe had little time to ponder though however- in the process of swathing himself in the too-big clothing to try and cover himself at all, his body started to change more! He exited the building which put him into the flow of mana from outside- which has not been depleted. He grit his teeth as bone thorns grow from the hinge of his jaw and forehead! The flesh of his chest starts to bulk up into scales- though of immense size, the banded ventral scales of an underbelly. All of these were associated with the same changes that gave him his too big dick- and not his fae dragon features. Further blending the two causes the changes to clash, and the spell abruptly ends again! He is winded for a moment from his body shoving against the air pressure as he returns to normal size in the span of only a fraction of a second! He plopped naked on the ground and sneezed a small cloud of glittering dust before he frantically scrambled to get dressed again, now that the clothes once again fit. He still has no idea why this keeps happening but it has reverted again for the time being- so he distances himself from prying eyes and quickly hustles back to Jathia’s home, sadly empty handed. Streets fell into darkness- the low sun already interrupted by some of the taller structures. Philippe became a bit contemplative in the calmer, quieter ambience of the late day. This is a beautiful land, and dragons are amazing creatures... to BE a dragon would be awesome. But... this condition is all over the place, and utterly unsustainable. Maybe Jathia will be understanding and identify what is wrong with him? She knows her way around spells too after all. The enchantress failed to identify it- but that doesn’t necessarily mean Jathia will too. He is in a world that HAS magic- they CAN cure things like this, so it isn’t that bad. If he gets back to her place before her return tonight, he will have a job, he can get a place to stay that isn’t basically the local tavern’s broom closet. Heck, he will be able to see Illithyl again too. Times are uncertain now but... they have sort of been chaos since he arrived here, so he is starting to get desensitized to it by now. He feels he is close to the end now- like this opportunity is the light at the end of the tunnel. And just knowing that there is in fact an end in sight, is uplifting. Philippe then passed into the quieter residential area surrounding the vast fields around Jathia’s home when he felt the changes hit again. Wandering his own thoughts had him lose track of how long it had been since the last changes. Even with no one focusing mana into him deliberately- the spell itself is trying to draw it in and will trigger itself eventually. He felt it in his arms as a subtle tingle and pressure- he almost would have passed it off as nothing if he were not already on high alert knowing this would eventually happen. He looked at his hands and noticed his fingernails looked odd- it took him a few moments of turning his hand to realize why. There was no edges. His fingernails connect into the surrounding skin on each side, like they had somehow melted to him. The chaotic magic was sanding off the physical shape of his cells, making him amorphous to reshape. He brought up his left hand to touch his right and examine the change- but when he did his skin seemed to lag behind the movement, wobbling a bit like his hand was made of a dense liquid- or perhaps wet clay. Then a pressure- his muscles tighten suddenly. He tightens his arms deliberately as the flex feels good, pausing his walk and hunching forward, grunting softly in the effort. His upper back bulges massively and a ripple travels down into his arms, his shoulders, then arms become huge with muscle! Almost... too huge. His arms are forced to straighten- the muscles too bulky to allow him to bend them very far! His muscles tighten in a slight flex, but the other muscles are tickled by the movement and flex in response, which then re-triggers the first set. His arm was reacting to two different sets of muscles. His borrowed shirt is stretched around his deforming state. Fighting the muscle tension to be able to bend his arms- Philippe failed to notice a divot forming along his arm! The magic pulled one way- he pulled the other. The divot started to deepen, and appear on the other side of his arm too! His hands started to enlarge- fingers rapidly getting longer, which stretched the flesh up from the base as well, giving them webbing between! A cracking, then a quick suction noise- the bones inside his arm split, restoring their original size... by duplicating them. Like human putty- the divot in his arm sinks in till it meets in the middle and his two arms split into four muscular arms! This of course also renders his shirt sleeves in half, ripping them up to the shoulder seam instantly. No one was on the streets around here- the residential area at this time of the day is dead quiet, everyone is inside eating dinner. So, rather than worry about it- he lightly flaps his arm, spreading his fingers to catch the air between in the stretched skin. In his body’s currently amorphous state, the air causes the skin between his elongated fingers to billow, and stretches both the skin and bone. With every timid flap, his hands stretch larger and wider, looking like flippers at the ends of his arms at first, then starting to take the shape of bat wings. His thumb and index remain the same length, though get a bit thicker, and the ends become pointed before changing consistency entirely- turning into thick claws at the end. As the shape deforms further, scales appear, but are also oddly only semi-solid at first. When he moves his arms the scales distort, bending before a half second later returning to their proper shape as if made of a dense liquid. The fact that even the transformation method keeps changing is only still more testament to just how haywire this spell has gone. The spell was given a goal but no instructions on how to get there, so it keeps trying different methods that ultimately clash and cause itself to fail. Without the risk of someone spotting him, and being somewhat desensitized at this point- Philippe was just going to have fun with this one. As the scales form enough to take their own coloration though, the clash becomes apparent again. The scales of his front wings are a non-lustrous cyan, while the back are a dark golden colour- like ancient gold, or brass. There is no standard draconic form with FOUR wings- these wings belong to two different species. Many species have wings on their back, so the rear ones could be from many things. The fact his existing arms also turned into wings though... that is a Wyvern. Wyvern’s forelimbs are its wings. About the size of a horse wagon- Wyvern are feral creatures, though they are dragons they lack the intellect of other species. They are not above scavenging someone else’s kill, and have been known to attack in groups. Though they are not pack creatures- if they team up to bring down a kill, they will inevitably end up fighting one another over who gets the lion’s share. They roost on sheer cliffs where only other flying creatures could possibly reach- making them a loathsome pest to be rid of. Philippe grins as the wings expand, but while most of the growth is expanding the membrane and digits- the rest is also still growing. More muscular, and longer too. With a surge of upper back muscle there is a wet sounding pop as his shoulder blade splits like his arms. The twin scapula have a cartilage sheet buffer keeping the muscle between the two from getting tangled together, and making sure the actual bone doesn’t ever touch. Bone is porous- if you rub them together, they will grind one another into dust, so you can’t have that. That however made his upper back bulge massively into what looks like a huge hump of solid muscle. His abs harden and swell a bit, getting more pronounced the higher you go. Huge pecs- absolutely enormous back muscle, and large arm-er... wing muscle, though not particularly bulky. The muscle of his limbs is leaner, tighter- more sinewy. His pants get shoved down in the back to make room for a tail but he hardly notices- Philippe’s attention fully on the wings. Another digit to act as framework for the wings extend out from his elbow on the rear wings now- dragging more flesh and extending the membrane from what was formerly his pinky finger to the more simplistic elbow extension, and then from there to his upper back at the sides, trailing off his actual torso. Then another complex digit grows from the edge of his hand up at the crook of the wing. This is the more complex structure of a pendragon wing. This was also a divergence from the front wings, which ended up with four digits framing it, but only a single large claw at the crook that is his enlarged index finger- a fingerless claw beside that that was formerly a thumb. The wyvern membrane also does not connect back to its body, it ends at the elbow. This is due to a wyvern just being much more aerodynamic and smaller than a pendragon- it takes a lot less effort for them to get airborne. By the time they stopped growing, his knuckles were dragging on the road despite of him being fully stood up- his wings are at least twice as long as he is tall. The tail grew large enough to reach the ground and helps counter-balance him a bit at least, so he isn’t so top heavy that he just flops over. The scales on the tail seem to be blended- cyan on most of it but fading to brass at the top. Philippe glances around before smirking and slamming all four wings down with a few test-flaps. The membrane of the wings is thick but very flexible and captures the wind easily, firing out a wall of air pressure from him with every flap. He does a few hops before firing up into the air and taking flight! He only has to flap half as much to stay in the air- taking turns from one set of wings then the other, his tail lashing around behind him, feeling the wind caress the scales! Flying high enough, he can feel the focused warmth of the waning sun as it halves itself against the horizon and lights the sky aflame in twilight. On the ground, he is a grain of sand in a desert. But up here, among the clouds? He is like a king! The sole heir to this space above all else. As he practices, he becomes more bold in his manoeuvres, spinning around, dipping low, launching high up to see how long he can fall before having to flap again. The air is still warm from the day, so flying through the clouds feels very refreshing- an ultra-fine cool mist against him. Philippe does not even notice his tail is still growing- though admittedly quite slow. He keeps moving so fast the spell is having a hard time gathering mana to him. Is this how Illithyl feels when she flies, he wonders. She was born a dragon and able to take flight whenever she pleases, so does she even think about it? It is harder to appreciate something if you have never known any alternative. Philippe though, spent his life quite grounded, so to fly is a dream! The sun waned and the flaming orange and pink sky burned out to a bruised purple before fading to the true black of night. Philippe flies around the large, scattered and puffy clouds, clipping them with his wings to see if he can sculpt the clouds into fun shapes. Because he is so high up though- he can look down and see quite a large segment of the city, and immediately spots trouble! A man about to take the reins of a horse wagon fumbles the lantern he is holding and it shatters on the ground! The now unconstrained flames spook the two horse who then bolt without the rider!! Two children are darting from one lane to the other across the road- and seeing the charging wagon crouch down in fear, thinking they are already as good as hit! Philippe slams into the road beside them, swinging his now massive tail around to collect them and leaps to the side, pulling the two children out of the path of the stampeding horse! Before they can get their baring and see his mutated form, he leaps up- sticking his back wings out to catch himself against either wall of the lane, then from the new height, throw himself out over the street, claps his front wings and takes to the sky again! The horse are running in fear- so they are going much faster than any horse normally would while toting an entire wagon behind them, which is causing the wagon to be damaged. One set of wings, then the other- minimizing the time between claps to race and catch up to the horse in time. Easier said than done though- he has to quickly jerk up and down, left and right to avoid clothes lines, banners, and signs jutting out into the roadway! At this elevation he could accidentally collide with a lot of things- and in the night, he cannot really see anything until it is already dangerously close to him. Philippe grabs the back of the wagon but a section of the upper frame breaks off. He has to make a few more powerful flaps to slam the claws of all four wings into the top of the wagon and finally halts it- but not the horse. The reins creak and snap and the horse continue on, sans the wagon. Philippe sighs, letting go of the vehicle and fires forward again to catch the horse before they trample someone to death in their own frightened frenzy. After flying around for so long- his wings are getting tired. Having four of them definitely helped but he has been airborne for a while now already. His tail is also dipping lower behind him, lashing around in more exaggerated movements without meaning to- it is now almost three times the length of his body and still growing. The scales are now three colours- brass on top, then thick stripes of cyan down the sides but then grey at the lower sides and underbelly... yet another draconic form added to the mix. This makes it even harder to catch up to the horses because his weight keeps increasing- and its lopsided. His tail becomes so large that his lower back starts to bulge with muscle to keep up with it. The slate grey scales spread up his back too, and soon thanks to his already huge muscle hump at his upper back- his entire backside is enormously muscular and bulbous. The giant tail forces his hips forward to make room and like his last transformation- this rotates the pelvis forward changing the angle of the leg sockets to make room for more tail. This shoves his anus forward and genitals down, till it all collapses into a singular opening. At least he doesn’t have a dick ten times his own size this time. He grabs the flapping reins of one horse, spins in the air, lands backwards- swings his gigantic tail around to sweep the second horse’s legs out from under it, and before it fully slams into the ground, he grabs its reins too. Philippe quickly looks around and ties them both to the nearest hitch outside a shop. He can hear their owner charging down the road as fast as he can up the street a ways still- doing his best to catch up on foot. As much as Philippe would like to play the hero- he needs to leave before anyone actually looks at him because his is becoming wildly mutated. He lunges into the dark lane way to avoid sight at first, then places his wings on either wall and uses the four enlarged limbs to scramble up the walls onto a rooftop, then from the roof he takes flight. He does not get very far. His tail is still growing- the tail is slowing him down, and slowing down allows the spell to gather mana more effectively, which makes it grow faster. It becomes too heavy and too long to get off the ground, forcing him to stop. Because his legs are completely unchanged, when he lands he is forced to land on all fours so his much sturdier front wings can take most of the force. Luckily they are so disproportionately large compared to the rest of him that he can still be almost completely upright even when he is on all fours. The tail is about to pull his pants down for him- even though it hangs over the back of the pants, its getting too big to have his pants up at all. His shirt still fits though the sleeves are gone, and the fabric of the body is stretched paper thin. As the changes progress around his hips though- they enter his genitals again, making him groan as he is once again forced to erection. What emerges from his cloaca surprises him though- FOUR cocks! This time they changed shape while inside of him, before they were everted. The urethra now ending in the cloaca, leaving only the sperm ducts to the phallus- the path branching to either testicle. Though it looks like he has four cocks there is technically only two, but those two have two heads- the shafts branch at the very bottom. So the two on the left are linked to his left testicle, the two on the right are his right testicle- they fire separately. A bulge of meat at the bases almost makes it look like he has a phallic knot- but the plump mound is muscle and blood pressure, just used to pull the dicks out of the base of the tail and put them away again after use. Because that is a lot of penis to have to pack up. Well... he certainly cannot shuffle his way back to the house with four meat bats wobbling around in front of him, so at the very least he needs to tame these serpents first. These snake like traits come from a Basilisk, who in their adult stage look a lot like a gargantuan snake. Not nearly as smart as pendragon- there are a rare few basilisk who have reportedly learned a few human words. They are certainly more cunning than wyvern at the very least. Their venom can petrify their prey to make escape impossible, but more importantly; their saliva and blood CURES petrification. That made them a target for humans seeking a cure- because there are multiple ways to GET petrified, but basilisk fluid is the only known way to actually cure it. They petrify their prey after all- but you can’t digest rock. Once you are a statue they bite chunks off- and then the enzymes in their bodily fluid turn it back into meat, when its already in their belly. The uneven weight on his unchanged feet make Philippe groan, and he flops onto the roof on his side to deal with this so the weight doesn’t threaten to flatten the arches of his feet. Only in reaching for the bouquet of cock does it occur to Philippe that with four wings he has four limbs in which to deal with his four dicks. The front limbs only have a single digit- but it is quite large. The supple membrane of the inner wings also feel great against them. The four penis are like pillars with very slightly rounded cone shaped ends. The top of the upper ones and bottom of the lower ones has hard half-sphere domes at regular intervals up the length of the shaft; these are meant to pleasure the females and stimulate ovulation. The cocks start a candy pink at the base but fade to a diffused red at the tips- when he clenches his groin muscles the left and right clap together, relaxing them separates them. The back wings have to reach further but have more digits in which to hold them, so it works out. Each wing grasps its own cock and starts rubbing. His tail lashes around with a mind of its own in response to the pleasure as it continues to grow. A few clicks and pops from his spine, and even his torso starts to get longer and move flexible! He thrusts into his grip as the pleasure climbs, as his body becomes longer he lifts his hips off the ground entirely- curling his body over! His gargantuan tail loops over him and presses into the roof, holding his position as his upper back was against the roof, his hip in the air OVER him and his dicks dangling back toward him as he strokes their turgid surface, tracing around the hard demi-barbs. Their turgidity made it even easier to play the pleasure receptors in them, because less sensation was lost in convection. His mouth held open in pleasure, groaning as his teeth lengthen into fangs. Hips bobbed as his pleasure peaked! Each dick was roughly as sensitive as his normal penis- but there is FOUR of them, making the overall pleasure literally four times as intense. His eyes roll back in his head, his body clicks and pops and gets a bit longer still, the four shafts wobble and divide a bit further from rigidity, the bumps blush purple from increased blood pressure. Kaboom! One stream thumped against the roof over his right shoulders, the other over his left, another under his right front wing hitting the inside of the right back membrane, and the same for the left. With each powerful jet of cum though- a feeling like static electricity played across his body in a mildly itchy tingling as the basilisk traits blended into the pendragon and wyvern traits in his upper body and the spell once again realized it fucked up. His body felt like it tightened as he emptied out his balls and fell limp against the roof to catch his breath. But the moment he flattened out- the tightening peaked and the skin and scales cracked and broke off! All his dragon traits crumbled and fell away as if it had been made of compressed sand! Once again a fully human form was revealed under it all. Philippe sighed, looking up at the stars between the huge, slow drifting clouds and wondered if he could at least get all the way back to Jathia’s place before he starts changing again. It is freshly night- Jathia does not return till very late, possibly even the first few hours of the following day. He hasn’t run out of time, yet. The longer the spell takes, the more varied its methods become, and thus the more unstable the entire spell gets. He arrived not too long after his reversion to the fields that lead down to the cliff. Jathia is the only home in this area, because building too close to that sheer of a cliff risks causing the cliff to collapse and take all the homes with it. It is a gradual decline toward the cliff from either end of the giant field with only a few loose trails made in the grass by horse wagon, no actual road. The grass is as tall as his chest, and Philippe holds his arms out to feel the cool blades play across his skin under the starry sky. The moon is just now barely visible- only a sliver showing over the horizon so far but the reflection across the ocean waves paints a path of blue-grey light all the way back to the shore- the dark silhouette of Jathia’s house cut into the view of moonlight beyond it. But this time the first changes to assail him is in his mind! His worry manifests itself, becoming louder that changes are coming to take him and then suddenly- poof, his worry vanishes from his mind utterly! And then, he is beside himself. His neck forks in the middle- his head split into two, the new head to the left of the original! His original head now devoid of the ability to worry about anything, but the new head incapable of anything other than worrying! The new head starts to develop dragon features- wyvern. Long, narrow face, outer lip hard and almost beak-like protecting its small but sharp and numerous fangs. The original head tried his best to calm the new head as its speech devolved into shrill chirps and hissing. Jathia may be able to fix this! And they will get a job either way, and probably find a fix for this eventually regardless! Ah- but she wasn’t going to be back soon, either. And they are already transforming! How will she react if she finds some dragonic abomination in her home instead of Philippe? What if she doesn’t even recognize him and try to slay him thinking he is a monster? Then they will slay her first!! The two heads look to a new head that appeared to the right of the original now. The eyes of the original roll back as his thoughts jitter quickly in his head, too fast to focus at all for a moment before anger leaves his emotional capabilities entirely, and spawns a head only capable of violence. The hateful head starts a long-held groan that evolves into a roar as his face and neck start to stretch and bulk up! His face becoming a very wide but short snout of grey scales with diffused brown spots- the head of a wyrm. All three heads yelp in distress as they trip over their own feet and fall into the grass, vanishing under the tall blades for a moment. They look back to see their feet rapidly devolving- stretching long and rupturing out of the borrowed boots as cloven kirin hooves! Only the scales that form on the insides of his legs are small and round like a kirin though- the outside of his legs have flat diamond shaped cyan scales of a wyvern as the thigh muscles bulge tremendously, so quickly that his pants explode open! The pants remain on only long enough to see the start of a tail growing in- which spreads the rip up through the waist, causing the remnants of clothing to fall away entirely! Philippe managed to get onto his hooves to try and make his way closer to the house- only able to focus his thoughts enough to remember he needs to be there to get the job, and try to get Jathia to cure this berserk spell. But the head to his left kept telling him it was hopeless and listing off all the things that could go wrong. The head to his right kept telling him they should steal the house for their own and hoard all her belongings! They aren’t even speaking English at this point- he is only able to understand what they say because they all share the same nervous system. He stumbles forward, his movements clumsy and lumbering- his body bulges and writhes strangely as the confused magic tries to put him together. Normally when it clashes it cancels itself out. However... it has now resorted to applying the aquatic dragon traits of a Hydra... and in splitting his head... it is now mistaking him for several different people. The traits don’t clash if they each have their own head, because the spell thinks its a different person. Philippe holds up his hands in a begging dog pose as the changes tickle through them, the muscles of his upper arms bulking up but his lower arms get both longer and bigger- and his hands simply get wider and longer. Fingers spreading out, dragging the skin along with it into a semi-translucent membrane. His body itself groans like bending wood and he pauses a moment as his entire body enlarges slowly! Shirt tightening, stretching, a few tears, pop- merge into much larger tears- rip; entire shirt explodes off. Once again naked. And those clothes weren’t even his in the first place. He falls to the ground again, hips shift, a surge of growth fires down his tail. They try to get up but cannot- their leg joints are below and slightly to the sides... they have shifted in a way that only facilitates quadruped movement. Traits of a Drake; a primitive wingless dragon. That was actually where he was getting traits the first time the spell screwed up- it just didn’t progress far enough to identify back then. Now on all fours he is large enough that the tall grass only tickles his chest while on all fours. With a sickening snap, the main head is once again overtaken with dizziness as a fourth head branches off the BACK of his head- which in his current position; puts it over the primary head. When they divide it is like watching a single drop of water divide into two, the head enlarges a bit, wobbles with instability, and then pops apart into two identical heads. But the branched heads do not stay identical for long. With less of a human mind to keep their shape- the spell can reform them as dragons more easily. This fourth head is only capable of lust, and takes control of their growing tail, curling it under them to fondle their junk trying to wake it back up! This head becomes that of a drake- triangular shaped head with long spikes that jut straight off the back of its jaw hinge and two straight long horns from the top of its head with ruby red, pointed scales that fade to black at the tip of its face. The membrane between his extending fingers is quite rigid- only when they grow much broader does he realize they are not becoming wings at all, these are the wing-like front flippers of a hydra; they live exclusively in water, but are able to traverse land to hunt prey for short distances. Hydra traits also extend all of his necks a short distance with each other additional change, which thankfully at least gives his heads room to breathe. He manages to get into the house finally, lumbering through the door and then falling to the side, leaning heavily against the wall as his body continues to deform. He loses track of time- his thoughts a mess, because his mind keeps getting fractured into different heads. Genitals collapse into a cloaca, start to transform- and thanks to the lust head and coaxed back out to play with by the tail. All four heads rear up and roar as a massive pressure shoves out on their rib cage! With a rapid-fire series of hollow pops his entire rib cage snaps free from his sternum and is forced open, bulging forward as another rib cage forms INSIDE of the existing rib cage! Both sets of ribs then re-fuse to the SAME sternum, causing the outer chest to now be enormously wide! This also allows the multiple necks to spread themselves a bit better- just in time for a fifth head to spawn, below the original. The only still-human head virtually hidden between four dragons. This new head flared its nostrils huge and its face quickly pushes out into a long, rounded snout, its ears become leaf shaped, and a single horn erupts from its forehead! A single horn with many points- very angular tines giving it the appearance of a lightning bolt if viewed from the side. The equine head of a kirin! Thanks to basilisk traits, the tail was growing back out the front door behind them and into the field- absolutely colossal already and still going. What emerged from his cloaca was an absolute mess of traits- thanks to basilisk it is a hemipene but thanks to the others- only one shaft per penis. However the penis on the left is a giant equine phallus of a kirin- but thanks to traits from wyvern’s aggressive breeding habits, it is adorned with barbs. The rigid bumps along the corona of the equine shaped phallus are now large barbs, and then a forest of teeny tiny barbs continues down the shaft to the medial ring where it then becomes smooth again. On the right however is a completely different penis- the flared cup-shaped glans of a pendragon with the length and prehensile dexterity of a wyrm. The lust head immediately took advantage of that- using the right dick to coil around and pleasure the left dick! Lumps on his chest started to evolve, lengthening and growing in complexity as two new forelimbs start to develop on the sides of the smaller chest, growing out of the front of his bigger chest. At this point the only humanoid feature still on him is the primary head stuck in the middle. He barely knew what was happening. He felt another head branch- whoop, there goes his ability to logic, off into its own calculating head. Each change is mirrored by another growth surge to the overall shape, and lengthening of each of the necks, making them more serpentine. Felt the top right corner of the wall push against him, then explode away! He was outgrowing the entire building! But his body was split between too many conflicting heads to control! Another head branches off, well there goes his imagination. Another wall crumbles under him- he cannot even see what is going on past all the writhing long necks around his own head, like a slithering forest. Philippe has no idea how much time passed- he could barely remain aware of the situation as his body mutated and grew to monstrous proportions. He completely burst out of the front of the house, then started to crush more of it as he continued to grow. The pleasure of orgasm thanks to the lust head caused them to writhe violently enough that they rolled to the side, and caved in the cliff! He fell to the beach below- making the sand ripple as if it were liquid from the force of impact, but he was already so large at that point the fall was unable to hurt him in any way. When his conscious mind faded back in, he looked up at Jathia and smiled, knowing he managed to wait long enough for her to arrive and get the job! But then he sat up in a panic remembering his monstrous form! He had a towel draped over his crotch but is otherwise naked on the beach in a crater his former body caused! Lucretia giggles in the background, standing beside Illithyl, while Jathia tries to explain the situation. She found him writhing on the beach as an absolute monstrosity of dragonic feature- using mana she forced one of the transformations to progress further than the others, causing it to bleed into another, and the overlap caused the spell to once again collapse in on itself, reverting him. Jathia explained the spell to him though, and how she herself was confused. She cast it on him- but this was not the intended result. She has no idea why it is doing this. It isn’t even really that complicated of a spell. Finally, Philippe offers up the fact that he may have been from another world originally, if that would have any effect on it. Indeed- the missing puzzle piece falls into place and Jathia realizes why her spell misfired so badly. Unfortunately that meant there really is no cure. Reversions don’t typically work unless the spell you are trying to revert is already complete- it can’t complete. It is also causing any additional magic directed at him to fold into his side of reality- as in, back to Earth, where he no longer is. Phillipe groaned, holding his head in worry. So... this can’t be fixed? Ever? Lucretia shrugged her shoulders, offering a bit of solace in that- if he turns into a dragon, the spell will naturally stop. If they can make a large enough mana bomb- they could cause his transformation to complete so rapidly that nothing has a chance to go wrong. He could also theoretically complete a transformation out of sheer luck. Jathia yawned, stating she was far too tired tonight to look into any of it. He would have to stay as he is till morning before she even attempts to fix this. Trying to tweak his spell while she is sleep deprived is just asking for more trouble. She asked Lucretia to keep an eye on him over night and move him out of the house if he starts to grow again, but she complained back that she was just as tired. To their surprise- Illithyl spoke up, claiming she could watch him over night. They had nothing more to offer her as payment, but she did not mind. She wanted to help. Before he knew it, the two women left back up to the home while Illithyl returned to the beach with him. He had passed out in his screwed up hydra form so despite the hour- Philippe was perfectly awake. Up close- her scales feel diamond hard under him, but also so smooth. To her they are flexible- but she is a great deal larger than he is. Her huge diamond shaped scales end at her limbs, so between her wings and everything below that the diamond shaped scales are comparatively tiny and lay completely flat against her. Though- compared to Philippe her small scales are still the size of a football each. They just rest together- her laying out on the sand, resting her head on the ground and he perched up on the side of her back, under her left wing to face the waters. After a while in silence, she asks if he would rather her cure him. He is surprised she knew how, where everyone else had failed, and immediately agreed. She surprises him, clapping her wing down which lifted him on a shock wave of wind pressure as she quickly rolls over! He plops down on the cream coloured ventral scales of her underbelly! Because he is on top of her body, her laughter feels like it booms from all around him like some sweet siren song. Phillipe scrambled to cover his crotch as the overturn knocked away the towel- which was the only dressing he currently had to cover his genitals with. Illithyl just chuckled at his modesty though. They are not even the same species- she does not care, human genitals are nothing to her. It would be like trying to put pants on a dog- no one cares that its junk is out. She tells him plainly that the reason the spell keeps failing is because it doesn’t have proper instruction. He keeps trying to get others to imprint them, but outside interference always fails. But there was never anything stopping HIM from giving it instructions. Did he not think it odd that when seduced by a fae dragon, he just so happened to start turning into a fae dragon? His thoughts acted as the instructions for the spell. ‘So, take my hand for instance. Feel it, know it.’ she says, while offering a hand to him. Her hand was large enough to encapsulate his entire form. He reaches up timidly with his own left hand and places it in the middle of her right. It is warm. Unlike reptiles, dragons define themselves by their heated blood, especially in part thanks to their bodies being sensitive to mana. That is why a colossus like Andersyl can exist. His own chakra opens gradually over time, adapting an elemental affinity. After living for so long though, they become a reflection of their surroundings, a heart to the ecosystem around them. He barely needs to actually eat anything despite his size- his energy is irreparably tied to the leylines, he is a piece of the world itself rather than a separate entity within it. ‘So perhaps all you need is to just open yourself up. Become... part of... my world.’ Philippe feels the shock of change through his body- from his hand through the rest, a subtle but knowable feeling like passing through a surface of water. He pulls away a moment on reflex in worry, but then quickly places his hand back again hers, trusting her advise. His tails become milky as additional layers of keratin build up, pushing at the surrounding skin, they thicken, become rounder. They are no longer translucent, and gain a high-gloss pale grey coloration as they finish turning into claws, making them look like they are made of silver. The palms of his hand look a bit puffy to help pad it against the ground to be able to walk on, and from the edges of the claw up his fingers and over his hand- scales form. Leaf shaped, golden, but a deeper gold or brass coloration at the very back of his hand. The hand of a pendragon, like Illithyl. Well, minus her giant blade-like scales, which is a mutation based on her element, not her genetics. He groans and wobbles on the spot a moment- it feels like she is moving around under him but it is actually the other way around. Illithyl isn’t moving at all- Philippe is growing, causing his feet to slide further across her underbelly. The rapid growth feels like something pressing in firmly all over his body, but his body can still move perfectly fine as if nothing were touching it. Now huge for a human- but still tiny for a dragon. Illithyl shoves her wings into the sand lifting her upper body without needing to use her arms, she causes Philippe to tumble down to her crotch, telling him to take in her legs, hips, tail. He blushed, slowly turning around timidly looking her over. Focusing on the details so the spell gets the message and doesn’t veer off course. He bowed forward a moment, flailing his arms a bit to keep his balance and had spread his legs to stay upright! His thighs bloated up massively then in a mighty clench you can see the muscle bulk tighten! His feet get longer as well as his toes, flesh thickening on the underside to endure walking bare against the earth. Still technically plantigrade though. His smallest toe regressed during all this though- and the others bulked up as if stealing its mass, till his toe count was reduced to 4. The nails underwent the same transformation as his hands- with the exception of his large toe, growing into a sickle-like talon, though the final segment of this toe also re-aligned itself to point straight up, keeping the talon off the ground and out of the way till it is needed. Having it already happen several times- he was ready for the shift this time as his pelvis re-aligns, causing his legs to vibrate as the socket shifts angle abruptly, and then his tail starts to form as his crotch seems to cave in. New muscle ribs pull the edges closed as the cloaca forms. This change is accompanied by yet another overall growth surge- this one causing him to fall onto all fours. He was big enough now that he could actually feel the curvature of Illithyl’s body under him, his legs closer to her sides. Outwardly there is no sound, but since its coming from his own body- Philippe could actually hear his growth that time, a soft roar from his softer tissue like the rush of liquid, and a creaking from his bones like a tree bending in the wind. He would no longer fit inside a human structure at this point- even crawling on all fours his back might brush the roof. Illithyl smiled warmly and continued to whisper encouragement relentlessly to him, not letting his mind wander to anything else. If he is given a moment to try and reflect on what he already has, or think about anything other than what he is trying to get- the spell gets lost and they have to restart. Philippe was blushing brightly now- his crotch resting against hers because he lost his balance and flopped over, but his changes won’t let him get up yet! His tail grows rapidly, and he can feel a stiffness inside as his phallus transforms too... and thanks to Illithyl’s sweet voice... starts to evert. The base bulges massively with muscle, yanking the already stiffened staff and pulls it out of the base of the tail like a sword from a scabbard. Once it starts to pull out, it quickly slides the rest of the way with almost no effort at all. With a powerful clench, the sides of the seminal duct pinch together for a moment before relaxing back apart again- but the clench also causes the head to flare, deepening the dish-shaped front. Unsure of his footing to stand up and not wanting to accidentally scratch her with his claws, he instead flips onto his back in embarrassment, getting his dick off her but that flicks it straight up into the air for her to admire. But without his weight resting on it- it grows easier. Bigger, longer, bigger, longer. Just like the first time; the veins fatten tremendously, then soften as the shaft itself surges larger and longer- eventually so long that he can feel the growth travelling up its length, because it has a greater distance to traverse. While the ‘sword’ grows, so too does its ‘sheath’ as his tail expands still larger and longer- unintentionally slithering over Illithyl’s own cloacal vent. As it grows the skin slowly turns golden, then bubbles up into keratin sheets before solidifying into proper scales. The ventral scales are keeled- with a ridge in the middle- this coupled with the hooked talons of the back legs would make him a very good climber. Philippe was almost afraid he was mutating again because of the size of his dick but- due to him being turned on by Illithyl while transforming; it was just transforming faster than the rest. It is still within its normal bounds, even standing 5 feet tall and still growing. His tail, hips, then legs too start to grow, making him very bottom heavy. Illithyl calls for his eyes up to her, so since he cannot reliably stand yet he just looks straight up, up her torso and to her face. She is propped on her elbows now so she could spread her wings out and curl them up for him to see. If he is to be a pendragon he needs wings! The coloration of her membrane makes her wings look even softer than they actually are. Philippe squirms on the spot, feeling growth in his back against her. A copy of his shoulder blade, splitting when it is complete- muscle and cartilage forming a buffer between the two, the second blades don’t spread as far out from the spine, and are slightly lower than the original. Then along his back new bones branch out and form- at first amorphous clouds of calcium, but then a jelly before solidifying into proper bone as the new muscle around them clenches and grows, moving over them as if helping sculpt the bone with their undulating. He had miniature limbs UNDER his back, going down his body for a moment! Starting to take wing shape rather than arms- they flex automatically which really makes Philippe squirm with how weird the feeling was! Like his skin turned to gum, the limb stretches it out from his backside, creating connective membrane between upper and lower limb as well as elbow to torso, while the elbow joint of the membrane connected up to the rest of the wings ‘fingers’. Like his four-winged state; these wings take the form of the rear wings. Brass coloured scales on the frame and back of the wing, golden membrane that then fades to a base cyan at the halfway point to the tip. With the memory of flying among the clouds still fresh in his mind- his wings surge in size quickly, he can feel a tug at their base where they try to encourage the rest of his body to catch up. The scales spread from his hands up his forearms, from the base of his wings across his back- from his tail up to his wings! He can hear his body creaking internally as he grows bigger and bigger still, getting a bit nervous because its becoming increasingly difficult to balance on Illithyl as their sizes become better matched, but he doesn’t want to flip over onto his hands and legs because he has a 7 foot long cock that is still growing!! Illithyl detects his issue though, and lifts herself upright, and lifts her tail below, curling around him to hold him steady! Bigger and bigger- the surge of growth slows but the growth does not completely stop this time- transformation is too far, it cannot pause anymore, there are no breaks on this ride. Small bone spines off his vertebrae, connected by cartilage with their angle controlled by a single long muscle sinew. They stretch a supple membrane out from him before the scales around their base close in completely- this membrane imitates his wings, so gold at the very bottom but mostly cyan. The large ventral scales progress up, now at his chest. Because of the open space inside his throat- his neck getting longer created particularly loud, hollow pops as the sound echoes up and down his throat. The muscle pulses, as if trying to tug on the bone to encourage it, then one or two pops from his vertebrae, then another pulse from the muscle. Face starting to push forward, bone of his skull expanding out. Bone spurs from the hinge of his jaw. His external ear structure regressing. Bone spurs grow from his forehead and his eyebrows seem to melt together, re-purposing the material as they form into larger, ridged scales over his brow. Bigger, bigger, he is getting too heavy for Illithyl to take. She rolls over, plopping him against the ground. Before he can squirm away to try and stand on his own- she slithers over him and cradles him even still. Philippe is momentarily afraid she is going to crush him, but she cannot. He did not realize just how big he has actually become! Bigger still, face and neck longer. A fan of semi-mobile fins like down his back form just behind his jaw, acting as both a magical solar panel to stop and absorb local mana, but they also protect his ear holes from any physical particulate that may be on the wind. The membrane here is coloured to match the rest too. The slightly bigger and wider scales on his brow continue both forward and back- tracing a line over the opening of his nostrils and expanding massively to his temples where they start to project out off his head! The large scales overlap and thus project out a bit at the edges as they transition into forming horns. Horns too are made of keratin- but unlike the scales; do contain a core of bone. The projection starts as the scales growing out against one another, but then form a large hard mound, then a rounded cone. Only once the cone starts to sharpen and lengthen does Philippe feel the actual bone of his skull expand into it and reinforce the structure. His vision became a blur as his skull shifted shape- feeling it grow into two points to expand his horns while at the same time growing forward, stretching his face into a snout. His upper lips form into a beak-like ridge of stiff flesh to protect his glistening fangs within- though the flesh is not so rigid as to not still flex and conform with his facial expressions. The reason his vision is so blurry is that it is actually vibrating rapidly- the bone growing so quickly causes tiny tremors through the normally unmovable material, which jitters his vision at such a high frequency that his eyes can’t focus on anything. He simply closes them for a moment, because trying to focus is only giving him a headache. When he opens them again, a translucent third eyelid slides back to reveal his sapphire blue eyes now have slit pupils. The thick layer of keratin on the outside of his horns gives them a silver sheen as they grow large- matching his silver claws. They have a very mild curvature to them, very loosely resembling an S shape- slightly up, down, and then up again at the tips. They point backwards off his skull- protecting the brain stem from rear attack. As his tail finishes its growth, a thin, pointed bone frame flares a mostly cartilaginous mass, ending his tail in a triangular tip, with the two widest points aimed to the sides and back toward him and the far point forward. If you look close enough though- a small subtle opening lay on the spine of the triangle- a hidden retractable barb of poison. An adaptation perhaps as a result of his own elemental affinity. He has lived with humans for most of his life, so, of course it would be toxic. But poisons can be cured. Philippe catches his breath slowly, and comments timidly that he believes it finished. He surprises himself with his own voice at first- thunderously low pitched and much louder than he intended to be. There was also a slight hiss to it; a side effect of now having a forked tongue. There is still mana around but his body isn’t shifting anymore so the spell seemed to finally be done with him. Illithyl smiled, remaining partially on top of him, commenting on his still everted endowment. THAT part of his body hasn’t settled, so how could he know for sure? He would need to affirm his new identity- tell the spell he is complete. A proud, adult male dragon! Philippe squirms a bit but she won’t let him get up, so he asks how he is supposed to affirm such a thing. She just chuckles, saying he will have to overtake her, for starters- if he cannot take her, what sort of male dragon IS he? Well, that is as much of an invitation as he has ever known. He knew she was flirting with him, but was reserved from returning her flirtations because he was a human. Even if he was turning into a dragon, he was originally a human, so him approaching her may have come off as overreaching his station in the food chain. But, that is what she means now. To stop thinking of himself as a human in a dragon body, and live the role. Claim the dragon’s pride, take what he wants! Prove to the spell and Illithyl that he is a dragon! He is a bit larger than she, which is true for most cases in pendragon- though wyvern are the opposite. Now fully turned Philippe has a 140 foot wingspan, and is 36 hands high at his back while on all fours- which is 12 feet. So from nose to tail tip that makes him 60 feet long. The part Illithyl was most interested in is the 9.5 foot long cock between his legs. She is on top of him already pinning him in place, so even though he is stronger and larger- she is not easy to knock off. He shoves himself up from the sands with his hands and legs, then uses his wings to roll her off to the side and quickly places a hand on her chest to prevent her from getting back up! She giggles, opening her wings- the right wing across the beach and up the cliff a ways while the left is fully in the ocean water, feeling the cool salty waves lap at the supple membrane of her inner wing. The moon is high over them at this point- giving everything a pale blue glow, but especially the glittering grains of moistened sand and rippling waves. The wind is brisk so the waves are quite big tonight- but in comparison to his new size the waves look like tiny ripples to Philippe. He watches her eyes to make sure he isn’t taking this further than she intended but Illithyl just smiles back with both her eyes and mouth. He presses in on her vent, sliding his stiff member, having to draw his hip back to line it up because its so long. Inside the cloaca- the hole he is looking for is the front most of the two openings, divided with a fold of skin and muscle to prevent it from directly interacting with the hole in the very back. Philippe enters her slowly, afraid the giant cock would hurt her, but again underestimates her size. The soft, slick folds of her inner passage part easily around his shaft, expanding to let it through, then clenching in response to the pleasure automatically to hug it. His feet are on the beach, either side of the base of her tail. His chest slightly lower than hers but resting on hers once he gets thrusting- so his hands are on the beach on either side of her upper torso. She curls her face down to touch him nose-to-nose. He was energetic once he got going, thrusting powerfully and rhythmically. Still in disbelief he would actually get to have sex with such a beautiful, noble creature. Illithyl was bemused- both for having a fine cock to stretch herself around but also the fact that he was a human. He is obviously eager, like an energetic puppy- just happy to be along for the ride and willing to go along with whatever you suggest. He had the body and the dong of a male dragon but his mind was more innocent, less intimidating. She felt she could be a lot more loose with her actions and he would not read too far into it. She wanted this male, before the other dragons had a chance to tarnish him with their pride. When he approached climax his thrusts became a bit more frantic. Illithyl smiled again and lifted her hips- lifting him along with her! She angled her hip up- which allowed his dick to dig even deeper into her, as her tail coiled around his! He had to reach forward with his wings and press them against the sand too- to help keep himself upright and not frontflip off of her on accident. His long neck arched and he roared his pleasure to the night sky, unintentionally releasing a spiralling vortex of flame from his mouth. As if his roar summoned it from the ocean- the sun rose from the waters on the horizon! The sky turned neon pink and the ocean turned to bright flickering gold, painted with the light of a new day! And so Philippe stopped changing. He remained a dragon- the spell finally completed its task, and thanks to turning into one cohesive draconic shape, the spell could no longer contradict itself and fall apart. Jathia offered him a drink first thing in the morning when she sleepily shuffled down to the beach to see what happened. He mistakenly asked her if it was a potion to help seal in his state. She just blinked confusedly at him for a moment before telling him it was a sports drink- Dragonaide- not a potion at all, she just thought he would be thirsty. Jathia was not eager to try and cast anything else in his direction at risk of it also going heinously wrong- but Philippe did not want to turn back anyway. Jathia was fine with that; she transformed him into a dragon in the first place in order to serve her. So she would not have to rely on Lucretia and Illithyl; she turned him into a dragon she could use as a mount. For Philippe the benefit was three fold; he finally has a stable job and place to stay, but he is also a giant, powerful dragon. But the best perk? He has Illithyl now. Over the coming week, between doing errands and transporting Jathia to and fro- Philippe frolicked with Illithyl, as she taught him how to fly properly, where they can go where they won’t unintentionally terrify the human populace, and showing him the land from on high. Places that would have taken him days to reach on horseback, he could fly to in an afternoon. It greatly expanded his world in an instant. They had many little adventures and coiled around one another for a fun little romp at nights too. It was not till the sixth day she stood up straight and stated she felt her father’s presence, and realized she had been away from the rest for almost a full week now. Normally she only comes this way for short stints whenever Lucretia needs a lift this way- so the other dragons are probably wondering where the hell she went by now. Though, she also tells Philippe this will be a golden opportunity to introduce himself to her father, and then she can take him back to the others and show off her new mate. Philippe nodded, a bit nervous. He was a bit more nervous still when the shadow cast across the entire visible horizon from her father’s approach. The water was up-heaved twenty feet in the air under him as he flew- torn from the ocean floor by the vacuum of air pressure he creates behind him when he moves. Her father being the colossal Andersyl the Skyshadow.