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You practically sprint into the room once the door opens. You can't quite conceal your excitement but that's alright, especially since you've been saving up for this membership for months, and now you're finally here for your first monthly session, ready to experience something truly new. Sure, there's innovations in other forms of entertainment, but what can compare to actually transforming into something else...and then immediately having sex with someone else similar of the opposite sex. What? You're only human, after all.

Your enthusiasm doesn't even diminish when the door suspiciously slides shut behind you. What are you thinking? That's not suspicious at all. You chose the option to transform privately. There was the option to do it publically, but that's not really your thing. At least, you don't think so.

The room is fairly unremarkable with its smooth black floors, smooth black walls, and equally smooth black ceiling. You expected a bed or something, but there's nothing but you and the black surface that somehow sheds just enough light for you to see.

Suddenly the air shimmers in front of you, and a digital UI constructed of a single floating box appears. In it is what you think is a word comprised of letters from a script you're not familiar with. You frown. Did you select the wrong language when you filled out your form? You tap on the weird word and it flows away, replaced by four boxes arranged in a square with other words inside that you don't recognize. Now you're even more confused. You tap the upper right box, and it expands to show an orange icon of a draconic creature with a rectangular head and two horns with a semi transparent blue box encasing it. Ok, at least that's right. You touch the icon, and it flips around with a pink heart over it now.

"Huh?" you say.

You tap out of the icon, and you're back to four boxes. You try the next box over, and now there's a bunch of icons, except this time there's pluses and minuses under them. More options? You knew you had an opportunity to customize things a little more upon entry to the room, but you have a feeling you're also supposed to understand what's going on. Or maybe not. Techies today had a habit of streamlining and simplifying UIs so much that it's even more confusing than before.

Still, you're not going to leave this screen without choosing something. You tap on the icon that looks like fire and with a lot of pluses under it, because a dragon should have some fire, right? And there's an icon that's just a thick set of hips and thighs. Geez, you can customize your partner too? Does that mean they can change you as well in subtle ways? Well, thicker thighs and wider hips don't seem so subtle, but you certainly appreciate them, so you tap on them too. You scroll down the icons a little more until you come to an egg icon. Your stomach does grumble a little. Breakfast in bed after some post transformative sex? Sounds good to you! You tap it and a disclaimer comes onto the screen that you can understand. "Duration extended" you read, but that seems alright with you. It doesn't say it costs any more, does it? You'd rather have a hearty meal in your altered body while you can, anyhow.

Ok, that's enough of that, you decide. You don't want to mess up any of your core settings, especially if it makes you a bit more bestial. You're not brave enough to try that - yet. For now, it's something humanoid, something still male, and something familiar and comfortable since childhood. You exit back to the four squares. You want to get this show on the road, so you pick the lower right hand box. It expands into the icons of a green check mark and a red X. Finally, something you can truly understand! You hit the check mark without any hesitation.

You yelp, an electric tingle surging through your finger as the check mark enlarges, casting a comforting gleen glow over the room. You step back, cradling your shocked hand, before you feel the fingers of that hand start to press against the other. You separate them and look down at your shocked hand, only to find yourself a little surprised to see that the nails on your fingers have pressed out into white claws while the digits themselves are thickening, becoming shorter and stubbier. Your hand aches, but in a good way, the tension leaving your fingers coated by a warm, pleasant tingle as orange scales start to sprout from your skin.

Scales!

You hold your arm out in front of you and marvel as the scales spread down your wrist to your arm, hair and skin subsumed in favor of a more hardened surface. Hardened, and yet when you reach your unchanged hand to touch your new scales, they feel soft and smooth, and your arm seems to be softening too, thinner, longer, and more toned. It's a little odd. You didn't expect to be a huge, muscular dragon, but surely you're meant to have arms thicker than your current one. Right now it looks lithe and soft. Maybe the muscle comes later?

Your other hand aches, and it soon starts to shift, mirroring your already changing hand. Still, you pay it little attention, instead focusing on those scales that flow up past your elbows and out of sight under your sleeves. Oh right. If you want to see the whole thing, you'd better strip. Of course, you could always just let yourself rip out of your clothes, but that would be messy and wasteful since you hadn't taken the offer to use the establishment's outfits tailored just for that.

You pull off your shirt and throw it to the side just as the orange scales reach your shoulder. Again, you are surprised to see your shoulder slim down so it is less broad, less...masculine. You frown at that thought. You can't have screwed something up, right? That pink heart on the icon meant you favorited that form, yeah?

A tingling in your toes draws your attention away from your worried thoughts. You quickly bend down and untie your shoes, your clawed fingers far more dexterous than you would have thought, though you do have to put a little care into not scratching your laces. In the next moment, you kick off your shoes and tear off your socks to reveal thickening, broadening feet speckled with orange scales and thickening toes merging together. It's an odd sight to see, and still you stare, five of your toes combining into three flexile digits that stretch and contort into three taloned toes. You lift one after another, clicking and clacking them against the ground and enjoying yourself until your heel abruptly lifts. You stumble forward and barely catch yourself on your toes, for that's what you stand on now. It feels a little different, but you can't complain, your talons feeling strong enough to support you.

You admire your larger, draconic feet for only a moment more before you realize the scales are spreading up past your ankles and thus out of sight. Time to pull those pants down! And so you do by first unbuckling your belt, shivering as your other shoulder slims down and the scales reach your collar bone. Curious and with belt still in hand, you crane your neck to see now cream colored scales are spreading down your chest, your hair falling away in advance of their spread. You drop your belt and touch these new cream colored scales. They're just as soft and making you softer still, your muscle melting away in favor of a bit of gentle chubbiness. You frown and scratch your head, some of your hair shedding. Sure, the base you chose always had a bit of a belly, but you expected...well, something more masculine. Instead, you're left with a smoothly scaled cream colored stomach with a bit of a belly. You wince as your nipples twinge and thicken before your very eyes, your areolae darkening to a burnt red. They're certainly more prominent than you think they should be, and you're beginning to suspect you may have inadvertently switched the sex of your final form after all.

Your suspicions strengthen when the scales slide down and caress your hips as they spread, hips that ache in a much more intensive way than your hands had as they pull apart. They widen and you wince, the pops and creaks of bones more than audible to your ears. You wiggle your hips to ease some of that tension, and your now loose pants fall to your feet, revealing legs more shapely and scaled, and a little longer as well. They're thicker too in the calves and especially thicker in your thighs, and those were still growing plumper. You rub them together and let out a small gasp followed by an abrupt uprightness in your feet as your sides press in. You place your clawed hands on your waist, fingers scraping across the spreading scales of your back as you feel your waist move more and more inwards. Looking over your increasingly curvier figure, there's no doubt in your mind that you are going to end up as female by the end of this. A thick, wide hipped dragoness, given the options you selected, and thats...

Ok?

You're not sure. You hadn't meant to delve into swapping your sex this early in your transformative experiences, but now it seems you are. You could try to rush out of here, you could try to find someone and explain that there's been a mistake, or you could just ride it out...and be ridden out.

You shudder at this thought, your member hardening and pressing against your underwear just as the scales reach your crotch. You look down to it, marveling at your wide hips and thick thighs before you feel a sudden pulling on your penis. You shudder again and groan, locking your knees together as your shaft starts to shrivel, no longer poking as prominently against your underwear. Your underwear! You promised you'd watch whatever happened to yourself, and so you reach down to grab your underwear and pull it clean off. In your haste, you instead rip it, and the tatters slowly float down to the floor atop your pants.

Oops.

You're naked now, and something about your nudity causes you to shiver as if you're cold. In truth, you are a little cold, especially at your crotch, but there's also a heat rising in your chest and throat. You cough and clench your sharpening teeth together, jaws aching as they begin to stretch forward in tandem with your shrinking nose. You cough again, this time with a little higher pitch, as the orange smooth scales sliding up your lengthening, more slender neck smooth over your Adam's Apple. You shake your head, and the rest of your hair falls away in favor of an orange, smoothly scaled and somewhat rectangular cranium that becomes smoothly still as your ears begin to diminish and shrink away. For a moment, your hearing fades away completely, with you only able to feel the changes in your body, the widening of your hips, the juicy thickening of your thighs, the tugging sensation of your masculinity fading away, matched by the newer sensation of something pulling out from the base of your spine, and the thickening, broadening grind of your face stretching into a truly saurian snout. Then your hearing returns as your ears vanish entirely from sight, replaced by small holes for hearing, now barely discernible on your altering skull. You can hear your huffing and puffing soon followed by panting as the smooth cream colored scales slide over your crotch, seemingly caressing your shriveled manhood.

Your member is still hard and ready, but you can't seem to cum, even as you reach down and caress it with your claws. You mewl and then moan, the sounds of your cries sounding equal parts rasping, draconic, and womanly. In short, you sound nothing like yourself, and that only arouses you further. You look down at the cream colored crotch, your new nostrils flaring as they press out into your vision. You pant, your lengthening tongue falling out of your still stretching snout as you stare at your dwindling dick. You watch it shiver and shrink with every one of your gasping breaths, a hissing moan escaping your snout when your likewise diminished testicles tuck under it, before they withdraw completely into a freshly formed opening. You gasp and hiss again, shivering and moaning as you feel them draw up and up, before they press through your forming inner passage, massaging the new sensitive structure of your inner walls. It's as pleasurable as it is overwhelming, and still your shrunken shaft refuses to cum.

You hiss again, now in annoyance, two fangs pressing into prominence from the front of your now draconic snout, and stare at your member nestled between your thick thighs. It looks out of place on your increasingly smoothly scaled feminine form, and so you're only a little sad to see it go, as an invisible hand tugs on it with such force that you can't help but stumble back, especially as the nubby orange protrusion at the base of your spine pulls back too. You fall onto your rear that feels very flat until the scales spread there too, your rump starting to plump while that protrusion, your tail, thickens and stretches out. It grows inch by inch, the touch of its cream colored underside on the cold floor causing you to shiver while your shaft retreats bit by bit into your warm, welcoming folds. You shift your hips and readjust your seating, and find you have more cushioning by the moment as fat fills your rear so that it more and more resembles a pleasingly peached-shaped posterior. You look over your slender shoulders at your inflating rear and see that the tail helps complete the image, draping over your ample rear even as the new appendage continues to stretch further and further away from you. Something else abruptly sprouts from you, two bony protrusions scaled in orange that press from the back of your skull, your new horns. Your vision momentarily goes fuzzy and your eyes water. When you blink it away, your vision is sharper than ever, allowing you to see the fine lines of the furthest floor tiles even in the low light.

You groan, gritting your teeth and narrowing your eyes, staring down your new muzzle that resides in your vision at your plump rump. You feel yourself stretching and thickening and changing in every direction at once, waist pressing in, horns growing out, tail lengthening and wiggling of its own accord, hips still gently settling that much wider, figure gently sculpting curvier, and your masculinity drawing in, and it's becoming tough to concentrate. Still, you manage to swivel your head back to your crotch just in time to see what remains of your manhood withdraw entirely into your new sex. Even as you moan and scrabble your claws against the ground, you know that's not quite right. Your stare down to your smoothly scaled crotch and there is something left of your masculinity, a nubby dark red clit that's nestled near the top of your fresh female lips. Your folds pulse, and you shudder, feeling as if something is entering you, but it's just a phantom sensation, and yet it feels like the real deal. You hiss out a moan again with your tongue lolling out, your new pussy pulsing and growing slick while that sensation echoes throughout your inner walls. Your slick sex clamps down, but there's nothing there but pleasurable sensation of change. Still, the pleasure reaches up and up your chest and your throat, and down and down your twisting tail until it exploded into warmth. No, not warmth.

Flame!

Smoke swirls out of your nostrils just as flames spew from your mouth just as your tail twitches and an ever-alight flame sparks there. There's no flame on your chest, but something surges from it, soft, bountiful and bouncy. When the last of the flame leaves your throat, you tilt your head down to see jiggling mounds pressing from your chest, your thick, stiff nipples at their forefront. Breasts, you realize. You're growing breasts! Your place your hands on your nascent tits, but they refuse to be contained even by claws, and so they press back, the sensation of your fingers kneading into the softly scaled flesh not to mention your sensitive nipples rubbing against your palms causing you to shiver in pleasure. Your growing tits swell softly even as you squeeze them, your hands being pushed further and further apart as your breasts grow and grow. You're conscious of their weight now, how they would droop and sag if you weren't pressing and squeezing them together, but it doesn't bother you as much as you thought it would. You've never had breasts before, but neither have you had slick feminine folds, such a curvy, thick figure, or hell, scales and a tail and horns and even a plump rump that provides ample cushioning. Maybe...well, maybe ending up as female your first time isn't so wrong. Maybe, just maybe, it's even...

Right?

Well, whatever the case, it feels right for your breasts to continue to swell and grow until they can't simply be contained by your hands. It feels right for them to spill out of your hands, large and hefty and undeniably yours, your tits, your breasts, your bosom that swells a little larger until you are certainly busty. You drop your hands to your ample hips and watch your new bust for a few moments, observing how it jiggles at every breath, though perhaps your tits won't do that so much when you aren't as excited, and you are excited! You reach up with your hands and squeeze your tits, trembling as a surge of electric pleasure runs straight to your already wet folds. You shiver and squeeze again, enjoying the sensation before your shoulder blades abruptly ache.

What now?

You receive your answer when two new appendages burst from your back, flapping weakly as they stretch. They're mostly bone at first, but membrane soon grows between their angled points, flowing freely as you realize what you're going now - wings. You groan and arch your back, your breasts bouncing and tail waving in excitement. Your new limbs, your wings, feel very different as you stumble to your feet. It's as if you have two weaker, thinner arms back there that can only flap this way and that. As you put your hands on your hips and wince as you feel your wings stretch out, you look over your refined form and wonder if you're really meant to fly at all like this.

From horn to talon, you're covered in soft, smooth scales, orange everywhere save for the cream colored scales that reside on your chest, smooth crotch, stomach, breasts, the insides of your thick sides, and the underside of your thicker tail. You're reptilian yet feminine, and as draconic as you are humanoid. Your saurian snout with its protruding fangs remains ever in your vision, and now smoke intermittently drifts out of your nostrils. Your limbs are lithe and slender only to a certain point, your thick calves and thicker thighs in line with the rest of your larger lower half. Nestled between your juicy thighs is your feminine sex, your folds puffy and ready and feeling a little warmer now. No, a lot warmer, as if a fire is sparking to life inside, but you only ponder this for now as your gaze travels up your clawed hands resting on your ample hips, past them to your slightly chubby stomach, and again to your big breasts that jiggle and bounce as your wings still grow.

Curious about your wings, you look over your slim shoulders and tap your talons against the ground to find your new limbs just as they flap into completion. They're small and certainly not capable of lifting your voluptuous form, but that's ok. They complete the look, and you find your gaze drawn downwards to your tail. It's nice and long and thick and tipped with a flame that seems to sustain itself. You hold out your hands and try to coax your tail into it, but it drapes itself over your plump rump instead. You wiggle your ass and smile, imagining yourself bending over and lifting your tail to give a strong drake a view of not only your peached-shaped posterior but your slit as well, wet and ready for his stiff, hard member that you'd love him to-

You blink and shake your head. Had you really been thinking of getting railed by a hunky, muscle bound male that-

You snort some smoke and put your hands on your hips. Your tail sways behind you as you consider just what you were thinking, and you decide that yes, yes you were thinking of getting railed by a hunky muscle bound male, and why not? You have quite the body for it, soft and pleasurable in all the right places, and that growing warmth in your crotch is making it tougher and tougher not to think of breeding.

Breeding...

You shiver. Something about that word feels more wild, more different than what you meant to do when you first stepped into the room, but things have changed, haven't they? You were meant to be male, and now here you are, a busty, full figured dragoness with a lot to offer. All you're missing is the male...

You hiss in need, one of your hands drifting close to your crotch. Where is your partner anyways? The transformation is over, should he be-

Abruptly, the green check mark that floated in front of you reforms into a bold yellow exclamation mark. A siren shrieks and you jump back in alarm, breasts bobbing and wings flapping before you hear the door open behind you. You spin around and in walks what you expected to become; that is, a tall, dark scaled male dragon with a muscular frame, a thick tail too alight with flame, and a large shaft already hanging out of his genital slit between his legs. He looks up at you with his red eyes and snorts and smiles before stepping into the room, the door sliding closed behind him. You look over him again and start noticing other things you might not have noticed before if you weren't, well, a horny dragoness. Your arousal rises as you admire his sturdy horns, so similar and yet bigger than yours, his strong, stern snout, and his wings that flap once as if in anticipation of what's to come. You open your mouth to say something, but no words come to mind. You let out a sultry hiss instead as something beeps behind you. You look over your shoulder and see the exclamation mark become a pink heart while a bed pulls up from the floor covered with what appeared to be fireproof sheets, going off their labels. The heart then splits into a pixelated pointed finger and an O, with the finger moving in and out of the O, in and out, while the black floors took on a fiery sheen.

"Seriously?" you say, your voice higher and lighter. You blink and blink again when you receive a response, a lusty growl from the male. You look back at him, eyes sliding over his now fiery eyes and his well muscled frame before it falls to his crotch. His thick member is erect, and the sight of it causes your heat to burst into a fire that flows all throughout you. You shiver and pant as you feel yourself become all the more sensitive. Your nipples stand stiff and your pussy pulses needily, wantonly, as even the cool flow of air send you into a frenzy to fuck. No, to mate, to breed, and so it is with little surprise to even yourself that you turn to the bed and fall upon it, letting out a lusty snarl as your breasts press into the mattress. You wiggle your rear and lift your tail, exposing your slick sex as you look over your shoulder and open your maw, your tongue flicking in and out an invitation. The male chuckles and approaches, each of his heavy steps seeming to vibrate through the air as he comes closer and closer. You flap your wings in anticipation, eager for him to enter you, and before you know it, he is.

You don't even realize it until he is practically atop you, pressing you and your head down into the bed while his turgid member teases at your pussy. You shiver, claws digging into the mattress. You start to lift your head, but he's already doing that by pulling at your horns while he withdraws his member to spread your lips with his other hand. He tickles at your clit, and you shudder, trying to verbalize your lust-stricken requests, but all that comes out are equally lust stricken growls and moans. He laughs and pulls harder on your horns, lifting your chest off the bed. Then he releases your horns to grab your tits, squeezing and fondling them with a rough touch that leaves you wanting more attention above and below. You pant hotly, some sparks escaping your maw as he tweaks your nipples. You stiffen and hiss, smoke swirling out of your nostrils as the fire builds and builds. How much longer is he going to do this? You want him in you NOW! Still, he snorts and cups your breasts, tough talons running over sensitive flesh while he nuzzles your neck before blowing smoke into your muzzle. You take in the scent of his smoke, strong and earthy just like him, and you're even more aroused, a panting, hissing mess, wiggling your ass and raising your tail, your pussy wet and ready. What is he waiting for? He's rock hard, and your kind has a weakness to such solid stuff. Plus. you're already hot and bothered, he should just-

You squeal as he enters you. He presses in and it's everything you want and more, his member easily sliding into your slick passage. You shudder and hiss, his hands on your plump rump as he starts to thrust in and out, in and out. He was in you and you are so into him, his strength, his scent, his stiff shaft pressing deeper and deeper into your willing snatch. You lift your rear and press it up, spurring him on. He presses in harder, the intensity and speed of his thrusts increasing, forcing you down against the bed. Your breasts jiggle with every empowered thrust and more and more sparks spill from your panting maw onto the mattress. Your pleasure is rising and still you want more, and so you start to fondle your breasts just as your lover lowers his head to bite into your neck. It's not enough to draw blood, but it's enough to cause those breeding instincts already overwhelming you to push into overdrive. You are compliant as he relentlessly pounds you, the same hope echoing through your mind that he spills his seed into you, and it makes its mark, giving you so many eggs, a bellyful of eggs and what else that comes along with it, leaky breasts and tender ankles and-

You shake your head and snarl. You don't really want eggs.

...do you?

No, no. Of course not. This transformation is temporary. Soon enough you'll be back to what you normally are, but for now-

For now you can enjoy what's being given to you, and that's the experience of a busty, lusty dragoness being bred. He's pushing deeper into you now, harder too, and you hiss to egg him on. It's just you two dragons here, writhing and hissing and thrusting and shaking, your orange bodies wreathed in the fiery light of the floor as he breeds you. You're bred to lust, bred to carry eggs, bred to-

You pant. Man, you've really got eggs on your mind, don't you? You blink as you realize why that might be. You did choose eggs after all, and it did say duration extended. That didn't mean breakfast, did it? Wait, does that mean that-

Your lover stiffens, your inner walls clamp down hard, and then he breathes fire with a roar as he cums. In the next moment, you join him, fire spilling out of your maw as his seed spills into you. Pleasure washes over you as your tail entwines his, flaming tips touching while more and more of his load pumps into you. You shiver, pressing your chest down and wiggling your rear, eagerly milking him of every drop he's got. You crave it, want it, no, need it to ensure you are properly fulfilled by the end of this. Even if you'd meant to be the female in this experience, you were one now, and you delighted in it now that you were on the receiving end. You hiss, he hisses back, and then you feel him slowly withdraw from you, every retreating inch another shudder of pleasure from the both of you. When his member leaves you, you can't help but shudder again as some excess seed dribbles down your wanton sex onto your thick thighs.

"Hmm," the male murmurs, abruptly gripping your horns and forcing you somewhat up. "You were a good one. You should come by another time, you know, after you lay."

You can't answer him verbally, save by panting, but you do wave your tail. He chuckles.

"You know, not many choose the egg option," he says, dipping his head to nuzzle and lick at your neck. He gives you a few quick kisses and pats your stomach. "It's a little unusual, but I'm not complaining. Enjoy..."

He releases you, and you fall onto your back in the daze of an afterglow onto the bed. Your breasts hang slightly to the side of either edge of your chest while your tail twitches, your flame all the more brighter thanks to your vigorous activity. Better yet is the sensation of your juices and his cum leaking out of your needy slit while you huff and pant, still catching your breath, talons digging into the mattress. You vaguely can hear him walk away, the door open up, and then close as he leaves while the fiery light dims, but it isn't easy to think now. You've just been bred, and it did feel great. You think he's right. You should stop by another time and have so more fun as you are. Eventually you'll get around to having his role. Eventually...

Wait. You pause. What else had he said?

Your stomach gurgles, but you don't feel hungry. Surprised, you sit up and place both hands on your slightly chubby belly. What was that? The heat has left your crotch, but you feel a new warmth now deep inside in a part of you that you've never had before. Your eyes widen as you realize what that part is - your womb and it's not so empty anymore. Something is filling it, eggs, like the egg on the icon, like the shimmering egg that floats over the bed.

There's another gurgle, and you shiver as the warmth radiates from your belly. Then there's a glorp followed by a glug, and your belly starts to swell before your very eyes. You yelp and try to push it back, but your belly swells onward, not with soft fat but with the firmness of forming eggs.

Eggs.

Eggs! There's eggs in your belly now, and an increasing number of them too, if your expanding belly means anything, and of course it does! You have a bonafide baby bump now, but how did this happen?

The obvious answer swims to the surface of your mind, conjuring up images of you, a needy, lusty busty dragoness being pounded over and over again until you were bred. You growl and shake the mental image away. Of course you remember being fucked! It happened just a few minutes ago! It had felt good, it had felt right to be bred so thoroughly, but that didn't explain your now swelling stomach. You groan and stretch your back, shifting around on your plump rump as your belly grows heavier and heftier. You look a few months pregnant at least, and it's only getting worse...

Or is it better?

You rub your head while your other hand rubs your stomach. You sigh and relax a little bit. The obvious answer to this is the egg option was quite literal. After you got bred, you got eggs - it's as simple as that.

You snort and cradle your expanding belly in both hands now, wincing as you hear the scaled skin stretch and strain. You were definitely going to get some help next time you came here. No more missteps. Sure, it's fun being a busty and fiery, full-figured lady. Sure, it was fun to be on the receiving end for once. But eggs? Eggs are-

Nice.

You shiver as your belly swells further still. You grunt and gasp as your belly button pops out. You look midterm now, and still the swelling hasn't stopped. Spreading your legs to adjust for the extra weight, you laugh when you see some of his cum is still on your thighs and sex. Maybe...maybe this is nice? The new weight to your belly will take some getting used to, but is it really that much worse compared to your hefty breasts and thick tail? You flap your wings uncertainly. Just how far is this pregnancy going to progress? You whimper. Are you going to lay your eggs right here, right now?

Your stare at your stretched belly, but your gaze is soon drawn to your breasts instead. Already big, you watch as they swell larger still as they fill with can only be milk. You let out a heaving sigh, and your breasts bounce and slosh around with the new liquid, still filling, still swelling. They grow out and down until they rest on the dome of your gravid swell. Soon your milk-laden breasts feel tight and sore as if they're overfilled. Seeking relief, you tentatively squeeze your nipples and gasp as white dribbles of warm liquid spill out from your swollen breasts. You squeeze a little more, and the pressure eases as you begin lactating in earnest, the warm milk spilling down your belly. You let out a sigh of relief and relax a bit, closing your eyes and imagining what it'd be like for someone to suckle off your taut teats...

Yeah. This is nice. You lean back and place your clawed hands behind you as your belly swells out just the latest bit. You're very late in your pregnancy, probably only a couple of months from laying your eggs...if that's how it works for you. Could it be even longer? Is that what the duration extended meant, or did that just apply to the duration of your change? You're certainly not going to be turning back for a while, perhaps a long while, which means you'll be a smoothly scaled busty and gravid dragon gal for a long while. You frown, but that expression slips away into a smile and a soft snort instead, smoke spiraling from your nostrils as you rub your large, round belly. You're not sure if it's the hormones or the afterglow or lactation or something else entirely, but you feel at ease for now. You're a full figured dragoness with a bellyful of eggs and a tail with fire at its tip, and that's...

Fine. You snort, and a ring of smoke in the shape of a heart floats from your nostrils. Yes, it's more than fine. It's going to take some adjustments, but it's nothing you can't overcome or explain. You laugh softly as you recall a male coworker who showed up on a Monday morning in a similar situation. She's never been happier or any less gravid since. Of course, none of those eggs had ever been fertile, as by their design. Did you select that option, or would you soon end up having a bunch of fiery lizards running about your place setting anything ablaze? You're not sure, yet you're sure you could deal with it.

You snort. Could that be you? Maybe. Probably. Sure. You smile and rub your belly, enjoying the moment and many more moments after that.

After some time, you hear a chime, and a floating graphic of a thumbs up appears in front of you. The distant door opens.

"We know you enjoyed your experience!" a cheery voice says. "In love with your new appearance? Talk to a representative for an extension beyond your maternity! In fact, we offer a brand new motherhood plan - get your discount today!" The thumbs up rounds out into a yellow smiley face. "Please come again soon!"

You smile. Of course you're going to come back soon, well, as soon as you've laid your eggs. And when you do, you might have to see that handsome drake again. Maybe even ask him out on a date before you get breeding...

You shiver and hiss lustfully at the thought and stand, having to readjust your stance wider for your gravid belly. You place your clawed hands on your breasts as you waddle towards the exit, hips and tail swaying in tandem. A new calm and firm determination fills you, or was it always there? Whatever the case, you had come here for something truly new, and now you're leaving with it.