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In the year 893, the ambassador to the Netherworld sat down with nine scribes and told his life's story.

M used to be human. When an experimental form of magic trapped him in the Netherworld, he became the first human to enter the mysterious realm where mystical creatures lived, and survive long enough to learn about it. Soul-bound to a blue dragon and able to take on any form, he began exploring the Netherworld with his new companion.

The blue dragon had other desires though. He happened to be in heat, and he wanted M to be the largest, most muscular dragon husband he could imagine.

Censored, destroyed, and rewritten over the centuries, the Sessions have now been reassembled and restored from original manuscripts as well as fragments of surviving documents with every ADULT SCENE and mature detail intact)

PLEASE NOTE: this is an academic presentation of the Sessions. The themes of muscle/cock growth are presented in a purely historical sense and are not intended to be interpreted as physically arousing. Rather the intent is to present history exactly as it happened and analyze how such a story aroused the lower classes to rebel against the upper classes.

This "Highlight Reel" is a complication of some of most informative and academic portions of the Sessions with the intent to encourage university students to read the Sessions for themselves, and to seek a greater understanding of history and how it affects them.

Highlight reel of Solid Magic, a new book from KTM Publishing

by Tagenar (https://twitter.com/tagenarauthor)

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Solid Magic: Highlight Reel

***

Then I smelled something. Next thing I knew, I was down on the ground licking the blue dragon's seed. He made a lot of it, and it filled me up. I kept my mouth over his dick as he finished for what must have been five minutes, swallowing everything.

I don't remember exactly what happened next. The next thing I can remember I was back down to his eye level, dick hidden, a normal green dragon again. I still had more muscle on me than should have been possible. Still couldn't see my feet under my chest. After I had turned around a couple times, examining myself from all angles, I heard footsteps approaching. The blue dragon was walking up to me. I faced him.

He stood nose to nose with me, scenting me. Then he rubbed snouts. I was so delirious, still trying to get a grip on what was happening I couldn't even remember my name, or how I got there, so I rubbed him back. He smelled so good my nose led me down to his crotch and I licked his slit again. That's the right word for it, yes? Thanks.

He let me do that for a minute, and then he circled me, sniffing and poking me with his snout. I stood in place, not sure what to do. I felt exhausted and full, as if I'd had a full side of lamb at a tavern, and this dragon's scent was the mug of cider.

I hung my head and panted I was so tired. He examined me and scented me up and down. I felt a hand on my thigh, and I turned to look at him. He was feeling the muscles, testing them, as if he couldn't believe they were solid. They gave to his touch, and when I moved one, it bulged out and became like a tree trunk. His hand wandered to my flank, and being touched reassured me I was still real. Once in a while he paused and looked at me, as if expecting me to vanish or attack or something. I didn't feel real until now. His fingers on my scales told me I had skin. His hands exploring the lines between the muscles made me feel like a living creature. I licked his snout this time when he hesitated, and he continued exploring me. The contact felt amazing, and his scent made me feel like I was lying in a field on a beautiful summer afternoon.

He felt my foreleg up. I held my arm out and flexed the muscles for him, and he marveled how he couldn't get his hands around my arm. He seemed to like feeling my chest muscles, and also my shoulders. When he felt my neck, I moved with his hands, hoping to show him I liked this, too, and I really did. Being touched helped me settle into this new skin.

Finally he stood in front of me again, nuzzling me. I nosed him back. For the first time I noticed the wounds I had inflicted on him earlier had healed, as if I had never stabbed him with the sword. I didn't smell blood anywhere. All I could smell was whatever was coming out of his slit.

***

I was afraid this would be boring. I didn't expect to meet nine people who were just like me. Do all scribes like dick?1 Do all scribes want to fuck a dragon?2 [highly-informative Footnotes in full version only]

Well, let's get back to it. I later learned B was asleep for four days. Dragons are awake for a month straight and then sleep for up to a week. I knew B woke up when I changed from a mist back into a solid body, a mountain of green muscle on four legs. B remained on his side, eyes closed.

His scent was worthy of worship. As soon as I had a physical body again, my nose took me straight to his slit and I inhaled. I instantly slipped out of my slit and drenched the cave floor with clear fluid. It echoed as it fell.

B lay still, eyes closed, but definitely awake. I licked him once. B shifted and grunted. I scented him again. B raised a leg wider, and that was all I needed; I shoved my muzzle in there and licked as hard as I could. I felt his dick poking my snout and let it emerge. I ran my tongue over it as it grew. It stopped midway up his stomach, and I kept licking. Deliciously slick and pungent. Tasting it made my own slit drip.

After a few minutes licking him from base to tip, B rolled over to his back and spread his legs. He opened his eyes, and on sight, I grew again. Arms, chest, legs, wings. Everything on me except my cock. I moved over him and lay on top of him. I continued expanding, chest pushing him harder against the ground.

***

Let me tell me something about the noble families. They want you to respect their grand lineage and the accomplishments of their ancestors, but all they do is sit on their asses and charge the people to live on the land they own. That's it. They're the only people legally allowed to own land--the very people who got the monarchy to pass decrees forbidding anyone to own land except for themselves--and then they look down their noses on everyone else for being poor and having no land of their own. They'll tell you their bloodline is pure, so that's why they deserve to own the land and their subjects surrender a third of their harvest every year, or pay them a tax to hunt deer in the forests their family owns. They want everyone to believe the aristocrats are the best people in society because they have money and land and their ancestors were brave on the battlefield, but all they do is gossip about each other and complain about all the poor people in the country. After taking a cut of the harvest as tribute, they throw people in jail for trying to hunt deer, conscript farmer's children to fight the wars they start--all to prove they deserve their station--yes, they start wars just to prove they can command people to victory, and that justifies everything they do in their minds--and then they complain about all these hungry people everywhere who toil in the dirt and wonder why they resent the nobility.

***

Oh, you need a break? Ah, I can smell some of you do. Well, go and take care of yourselves. I won't judge. In fact, you don't even have to leave. Jizz is the only thing I can eat, you know.

Yes, you. Keep rubbing. Keep thinking about giant, muscular dragons standing over you, about to crush you, but he doesn't because he wants you to live.

That's just what I needed. Yes, thank you. Anyone else? You next. I'll help. You ever have a dragon suck you off? You want to? I don't bite. Unless you want me to.

Don't finish without me. There's nine of you and only one of me.

I was hoping they'd pick people who really wanted to hear this story in all its detail. You don't mind if I grow in here, do you? B likes to make it happen at the most inappropriate moments. You should see us when we're with other dragons. He loves showing up all the bigger males, making sure they know I can be bigger than them at any time. It's a big deal among dragons, even more so than men. I end up fucking so many that way. It keeps peace among us. That's why sodomy is banned by the Church, you know. They know if men were free to fuck each other, there would be no war, and that means no profit for all the people who make weapons, which means the Church gets less tithe. Laugh if you want, but I've seen your world from the outside, and I'm here to tell you that's what's going on. It's the solution to all your problems. Just let the men fuck.

You taste good. Who's next?

You realize now I have all of your scents and I can find you again no matter where you are in the world? Dragons can do that. Did you know that? Oh, don't look so worried. Me and B are content with each other. Usually. I like humans. He doesn't, but he lets me indulge once in a while, so if I land in your town, you know there's only way to keep me from destroying it.

I'm kidding. I'm kidding. Learn when I'm laughing.

***

"Thanks to queen Unari's patronage, we have taken the craft of magic away from intuition and conjecture and discovered method behind it. Magic has gone from a vague art to a study in precise technique, and we have discovered the source of magic: another world once called the Netherworld. We now realize it is not just mystical. It is a real place that is not made of atoms. Mystical creatures are in fact not made of the same atoms that make up humans and everything in our world. This Netherworld is their origin. When pieces of this place enter ours, they behave in strange ways. Strange but predictable. Magic. Did you know dragons and all mystical creatures cannot be killed with conventional weapons?"

"I've heard."

"Enchanted weapons are the only things that work on them, but enchantments are weak most of the time. This is because we are using only tiny fragments of their world to imbue those properties onto objects in ours. We realized if we could make an object entirely out of these particles that were not atoms, we could create something far more powerful. We have been researching ways to craft entire objects out of these netheratoms to give them more extraordinary abilities. That sword we gave you was the first of its kind. The first object forged entirely out of natoms. Concentrated magic in its purest form, able to take on any property we desired.

***

I landed on the bottom mesa, and B landed next to me, swinging his neck and puffing little jets of fire from his nose, amused I'd want to come back to South Sect.

I hadn't needed to clean up. My scales had absorbed all the jizz, and even my ass seemed to be empty. B's scent had returned to normal, but still pungent. Went straight to my groin. The last time we did this, he had calmed down for a while. Not this time; I started dripping from my slit, leaving a trail of lube everywhere I went. I hoped the barrier between the world of atoms and the world of, uh, natoms--I wish they could come up with a better word--was more solid. I didn't want anyone to slip on this stuff. You've felt it. Imagine leaving a trail of that around a stone floor.1 I wanted it to stop, but I didn't think B considered it something that needed to. In fact, I caught him sniffing it behind me, and it made him peek from his slit. I would later learn dragons consider it a sign of virility, and he wanted nothing if not that.

***

I tried to picture her standing here, and I couldn't even imagine a dragon that size existing. I stood panting for several minutes. I must have started pacing. It felt like I should have been lightheaded, but I wasn't. I think I was trying to make myself feel lightheaded and sick because that was the only way to react. I didn't feel those things anymore. Took me a while to realize that.

When I stopped, I saw I had trampled the vines enough to make a clearing, and B was sitting on his haunches, just looking at me. He wasn't hard, but he was looking me up and down. Beholding is a better word, yeah, he beheld me. He seemed short of breath. I tried to smile. I knew what I looked like, and I'd been walking around in front of him, shoulders bulging as they held up my weight, neck rippling. B was drinking in the sight, and he wasn't out of his slit this time.

That's when I realized I didn't feel physically overwhelmed. I stood up straight and marched back and forth a few times, this time watching B. He had to remind himself to breathe once in a while. I couldn't giggle the way I was used to. I couldn't even snort to imitate laughter or a smile. All I could think to do was strut back and forth in front of him. I expected something on me to get bigger. Nothing happened.

I spread my wings, looking up at them. Like a third pair of arms hanging over me, muscles just as thick as my forelegs. They looked weird to me, but B was captivated. I faced him and fanned him with my wings. He scented the air. I turned and puckered my chest a few times for him. Those were more familiar muscles, and honestly it felt really good to have muscles large enough to show off like this. Hired swords tend to be lean. We have to be to fit through windows and slip away quickly. Being big was a novelty. And honestly it was fun.

I sat down and held an arm out, looking it over. I wanted to feel for myself how thick it was, so I tried to reach over, but my chest was in the way. B really liked that sight. He peeked from his slit, just a little. I grunted and bent my arm, making the muscles squish together, gesturing to it with my snout.

B launched from his seat and wrapped his hands around my arm. I couldn't feel it myself, so he felt it for me, and as he did I made sure to show him I liked being touched. I adjusted my stance to open myself up for his hand to wander, and he wandered over to my chest and up my neck. This made me feel less like a human and more like a flying lizard from the Netherworld.

Humans... Muscular necks just don't exist for us. It's something only dragons admire, and I made some grunting noises to let B know he could feel my neck up and down all day if he wanted. I wished I could have told him I didn't feel solid unless he touched me.

***

Then B stood against me and rubbed flanks. I rubbed him back, and B walked in front of me, tail up, and his scent hit me. It was so strong I think I could have cum just from that. He looked back at me, breathing and grunting as if I had already mounted him.

I checked with his family. They stood around us, waiting. I wished I could laugh.

I climbed up B's back, wrapped my arms around his torso, pressed my pecs against his shoulders, and flexed all the muscles in my legs as I shoved my dick under his tail. My hips touched his. He had taken the whole thing, and I felt my legs tingle as he made it grow inside of him.

I kept my thrusts deep, and I squeezed him around his torso as hard as I could. I stretched my wings, showing those muscular things as well. I wanted them to see every muscle at work fucking their son and brother on top of that giant.

***

I lifted my arms and checked the muscles. Bigger than my head, and the scales gave way to veins thicker than my fingers underneath. The veins spread over the rest of my body, and now I had little mountains of them running across my chest, what of them I could see.

I roared as six waves hit me one after the other, and my neck thickened and legs stretched and bowled over a few solid branches of swamp slime.

My dick slipped between my pecs and kissed me on the snout.

I felt dragon semen hitting my stomach. My scales absorbed it. Again, I felt more together.

My dick had forced its way into my mouth, and I was sucking on it. My neck grew, my height shot up, and the dick fell short of my muzzle. My pecs inflated, and I lost even more of my vision. Apparently B wanted to look up a solid wall of muscle. It felt so good I blew a load on my face. It passed straight through the robed figure on my snout. My dick did not go soft. In fact, it thickened, pushing my pecs apart.

***

He reached up and felt my arms all the way up to my shoulders. Nothing yielded to his touch. He felt the lines running down my shoulders, making my triceps. He explored every crevice on each pectorals, and I gave him a show, moving the muscles every way I could, making them pucker.

I needed it badly, and I had become exactly what he wanted, so I angled my dick just under his slit and nudged him.

He leaned forward, felt the muscles in my neck. I pushed in. He spread his legs wider and grunted. I held him down harder and slid in the rest of the way.

Either he had done this before, or dragons are just naturally loose. This was so much easier than when I had done it as a human. No need to carry lard or oil with me; my body makes its own, and it must have made a lot because I went in with no effort.

My hips tingled, and my dick grew in a wave from the base to the tip. B held me close, mouth open but no sounds coming out of it. His own dick leaked against my stomach. My hips tingled again, and my height rose another yard. My legs grew another yard as well, and they bulged outward.

I thrust him gently, worried he had made me grow too large to handle. My dick remained usable, and I felt the barbs and ridges rubbing him. I'd fucked men before, but this was a whole other experience.

As I worked him, he made me grow even bigger. Not the dick, but the rest of me. Always in cascading waves that began at the hips. I was so thick I don't think I could have walked, but I didn't need to. I stood up on my forelegs as I lay buried in his ass, giving him a full view of my underside, along with the arms pushing against my chest muscles. I let him see them in motion as I thrust him.

He turned his head and looked at us in the obsidian walls. I think he blew a load just watching me fuck him. I could smell it now, and it made me grow again. Now I turned and looked at myself. I towered over him, three times his size, and so muscular my chest had become all he could see now.

I grew a little more every time I pushed into him, growling, roaring, adjusting my stance every three waves as my height rose and my stance widened. When I finally finished, I worried I would hurt him. He held my arms as I filled him up.

I think it was almost a minute before I finished cumming, and when I pulled out, I was still leaking. I drenched him in my seed. I noticed his stomach had swollen a little. He reached up with all four limbs and held my dick as it continued squirting him, closing his eyes and grunting.

I loomed over him, making sure he could see my muscles next time he opened his eyes. Now my dick grew into something more proportional to my body, and I grunted with him as he made me grow, hoping to tell him how amazing this felt.

--end highlight reel--

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