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Disclaimer - This spa package is not responsible for any damages caused by people turning into horny dragons. It is, however, solely responsible for the sudden, overwhelming surge of pleasure caused by turning into a horny dragon. That's kind of the point. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Dragon Essence Sauna

Ross stared, raising a hand to block out the bright mountain sun and squinting through his fingers. Regardless of how many times he blinked, it was still there: a bizarre wooden building with a large sign hung from the front that read "Spa" in a blocky font. A boxy door of polished oak sat just under the sign, but the rest of the building that rose behind it was like nothing he'd ever seen. There were no corners on it, just a smooth, polished, multi-story façade glistening in the midday sun like some kind of giant egg nestled in the mountains. This would be somewhat less unusual if he was anywhere near a city, but he'd been hiking for the better part of a day and there weren't even any roads to this particular peak, just old game trails.

He squinted at the sign again. There was something off about the letters. Somehow "Spa" seemed like it was spelled wrong: like he had never really looked at the word before. The text seemed to squirm under his gaze, but that was probably just the heat. Up this high, the blazing sun pierced through the thin, crisp air.

Ross scratched the stubble on his chin, boots crunching through the pine needles below him as he walked forward, trepidation overcome by incredulous curiosity. If he had any signal here, he would have checked the internet. As it was, he pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures, finding it hard to fit the five or six story tall rounded dome of the building into the frame.

His tall frame-pack bobbed along with him, all his gear starting to weigh heavily as he considered. His sweat-soaked hiking clothes rubbed against his skin as he brushed away the few flies that tenaciously followed him.

It wasn't unheard of for people to open bathhouses on the thermal springs in these parts back in the day. After a long day of hiking up the mountain, he had to admit, a soak sounded pretty nice.

_If_it was open, that was.

The building had to be abandoned though . . . But if that was the case, he could maybe just take a private dip in one of the old springs.

Walking all the way up to the side of the dome, Ross dragged his hand along the smooth exterior, brow furrowing. It didn't feel wooden. It felt too smooth. He swore it was also slightly yielding, like supple leather. As he followed the curve around towards the comparatively small front atrium, the heavy wooden doors swung open in front of him with an ominous creak.

Ross jumped, heart thrumming in his chest. He'd been so sure there would be no one here. But if there were people here, that meant that he could take some time off and relax in a spa for an hour or two. It didn't sound so bad.

He swore under his breath and looked inside, unkempt brown mop of hair hanging from his head as his wary hazel eyes surveyed the inside of the strange little front room. The interior was . . . building-like, as if someone had heard what the inside of a spa was supposed to look like, but this was their first attempt at actually building one. Everything inside was slightly smooth, with no visible planks or nails, like it was carved from one giant tree. The inside lobby was simple with just a polished front podium and a few chairs that jutted from the floor like oddly shaped mushrooms.

"Welcome welcome yes!" a bright, chirpy voice called out. "Please, come in. Have seat!"

"Uhh, sorry." Ross began, eyes darting around the smooth simple room. He didn't see anyone. "I was wondering if y'all were open?" He cleared his throat, voice slightly raspy from all the dust on the trail.

"Open. Yes yes. Come in, come in!" The voice yapped encouragingly.

Warily, Ross stepped over the threshold, if for nothing else than to see who he was speaking to. He couldn't place the accent at all.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any cash. But I have a card if you take them." He walked over to one of the strange, heavy carved chairs, swinging off his pack and carefully lowering himself onto it with a sigh. He had to admit, it was strangely comfortable . . .

"No. No take. Give. Only give!"

"Free. Is Freedom!" another creaking voice chimed in.

As Ross listened, he heard the sounds of something tapping against the floor, like steps from someone wearing hard-soled shoes, but more diffuse, a little rattle with each step. He was expecting a woman wearing high heels, or perhaps a man in old fashioned dress shoes.

Neither of these walked out from behind the rounded front podium.

Instead, a three-foot-tall slate grey scaled lizard walked out on its hind legs, splayed toe talons tapping against the floor. It had small black horns on its head, and wore nothing at all besides its glossy scaled skin.

Ross was stuck, mouth hanging open in disbelief.

Was he dreaming? He licked at his top teeth. It didn't feel like a dream. And yet here was a lizard thing at the top of a mountain. It didn't seem to have much of a concept of personal space either. The strange reptile skittered over, running in a tight circle around him like an excited dog. It pressed its muzzle against him, snuffling in between his legs, grinning, and then scampering away back behind the podium before Ross could even find the words to protest, waving his hand to ward away the creature even though it had already left.

The bizarre lizard person then popped back out with a tray and a wooden mug. It was . . . serving him tea?

It beamed up at Ross with its golden eyes and slitted pupils, lips turning up to reveal a row of pointed teeth as it tapped over and placed the steaming mug on the armrest of his solid chair with a clunk.

"Please, take drink tea!"

"Yes yes. Is good taste. For better body and health!" Another lizard with lighter ashen gray scales and more tightly curled horns joined the first, scampering out from behind the podium to look up at Ross. It turned its head up at him, eyes as brilliant as the first, their tails entwining in anticipation as they both stared up at him.

"Uhh . . ." Ross began, completely at a loss for words. He wasn't sure how polite he was supposed to be when dealing with creatures that he was certain didn't actually exist. He couldn't ask them that, surely? It didn't seem right to ask someone if they were real or not.

"Have you been here for very long? I didn't see this place on the maps . . ." he hazarded. Not knowing exactly what to do with his body, he grabbed the ancient looking heavy wooden mug in one hand. The steaming substance inside looked vaguely tea-like, with an oily iridescence on the very top that glittered in the diffuse light of the surreal spa.

"Ages and ages and ages," the darker lizard explained.

"Yes yes. Since last Master," the lighter joined in as if they were sharing the same brain cell.

"Ahh." Ross acquiesced as if their explanation made any sense. He brought the mug up to his nose as the lizards squeezed together in excitement, wrapping their arms around each other. They seemed let down when he merely gave the contents a sniff.

Ross' brow furrowed. It smelled . . . smokey and robust, like someone had made a tea out of charred oak and freshly pulverized basalt pulled straight from the earth. Even though it was strange, as he gave it another sniff, his mouth started to water as he picked up on an underlying musky note.

"But you must be . . . foreign?" he asked as tactfully as he could.

The lizards looked up at him and cocked their heads.

His pulse rose, thudding in his chest. Had he misspoke? The creatures were just so expressive. Their confusion made him uneasy.

"I just mean, you don't look particularly . . . human?" He scratched a hand through his stubble nervously. To fill the seconds of awkward silence he brought the mug up to his lips and took a small sip. The two lizards smiled and squeezed each other as he did.

"No, no," the ashy lizard chortled. "We are your kobolds for you."

"Yes, yes," the slate one continued. "We are of Master. We are here to serve."

"This is all yours. We have missed you!" they spoke in unison.

Their words were hard to parse, but Ross was barely paying attention to them at this point. Instead, he was entirely lost in the flavor of what he'd just taken a sip of. If the odor was interesting, the flavor was intense. It blazed down his throat, leaving a trail like he'd just taken a shot of whisky. The taste rang out through his mouth and warmed his insides, smokey, hot, igneous, and strangely delicious.

He couldn't help but take another sip as the kobolds continued to yap at him, seemingly elated that he had bothered to sample their hospitality. Their twin squeals of delight tore some of his attention away from his drink before he reflexively took another swallow.

"Yes, please. Drink deep deep, Master. We have waited long and long."

"Yes, Master. We have waited, waited and are ready for you. Please, Master."

Their eyes followed his Adam's apple as it bobbed. He wasn't even thinking as he turned the mug up and poured the contents down his throat like a sailor returning to a pub after months at sea. His mouth tingled, the brew leaving a spicy warm tingle as it settled inside of him.

His eyes fell half lidded as the heat rose from his belly, spreading out, buzzing through his limbs. It felt good, the euphoria crashing through him as he relaxed in a haze of pleasure. His thoughts spun, racing like he was about to fall asleep, strangely warm and comfortable. The tension left his body as he leaned back against the chair. It felt like it was carved for him. His mouth turned up in a grin as he began to drift off, feeling at peace like he was finally home in his own bed.

The kobolds quivered with excitement, tails lashing as they looked up at him with unabashed adoration.

As sleep overtook him, Ross watched them hug their small, scaly bodies together, sharing a kiss with their thick, fleshy, forked pink tongues.

The fabric of Ross' pants grew tighter as calming darkness drifted in at the corners of his vision. He watched the darker kobold reach around, fingers slipping under the ashy kobolds tail, talons slowly circling around the taut, leathery hole there as they kissed. They ground their crotches together, and he could almost feel it. Their devotion to him was like a physical force, covering him like a cloistering blanket as he drifted off into euphoric slumber.

* * *

The first thing Ross felt was warmth. Something pulsed inside of him, heat spreading through his body. His toes and fingers twitched, tingling sensations dancing beneath his skin. He licked his lips, mind flashing back to the taste of the strange tea. The dusky, alluring memory made him salivate.

His eyes fluttered open. He patted the ground around him, instinctively feeling for his pack. The floor felt warm to the touch and leathery under his fingers. He shook his head as the room came into focus. A massive dome towered above him in the strange, moist and balmy circular room. The walls were a uniform off-white, like the sun viewed through tissue paper, with faint hints of pink in the steamy haze. The floor sloped in descending concentric circles towards the center where a large ring of rough volcanic rocks smoldered, steam billowing off of them.

It was sauna-like, but it felt off. The whole room was hazy. An alluring smell filled the air. It was familiar, like the drink, but in a more personal way. It was like a memory of himself that he'd misplaced: a scent that smelled like a lost conception of himself. His nostrils flared as his thoughts raced and he tried to remember how he'd even gotten into this room.

Ross' eyes scanned the edges of the dome. There were no doors. He pushed himself up to sitting, legs dangling down from one of the concentric rings of the strange floor. His body felt sluggish and relaxed as he shook his head. His cheeks flushed as he looked down and realized he was now completely naked, bare skin contrasting with the nearly white floor beneath him.

"Master is up awake!"

The chirping voice almost made Ross jump out of his skin. He swung his head around to find the darker scaled kobold from before standing behind him, shifting his weight from paw to paw, tail waggling excitedly.

"Master, we're ready to serve help you!"

Ross gasped, head swinging around to find the kobold with light grey scales on the other side of him, golden eyes gleaming up at him with admiration.

"Where am I? What did you do to me?" Ross tried to summon some form of anger, some righteous indignation from deep inside of him. But for some reason, he found he just couldn't remain angry with the kobolds. They were oddly sincere to the point that he just couldn't imagine them being malicious.

"You are here home, Master!" yapped the coal-colored kobold.

"Let us help serve return you!" joined in the ashy one.

Ross tried to process the kobolds' words. He wasn't sure why they were calling him "Master," but he had to admit it had a nice ring to it.

" Master."

His lips curled into a grin as he thought of the word. He certainly wasn't about to stop the lizards if that was what they wanted to call him.

"Let us worship you."

"Let us help you think remember, Master."

Ross was about to ask them what he was supposed to remember, when the dusky scaled kobold from behind him reached in, clawed fingers kneading between his shoulders. He tensed up at the first contact, but almost immediately relaxed, tension flowing out of him. The little kobold was good, spindly fingers grinding in against his sore muscles where his pack had rested all day. It was like the lizard knew exactly where he needed it. He sighed, leaning back into the strange backrub. His muscles bulged under his skin, clenching and relaxing, swelling unseen under the kobold's sensuous ministrations.

The cloudy grey kobold licked its lips, stepping forwards from the front. It knelt before Ross, picking up one of his feet in its talons and squeezing in, kneading his exhaustion away. The creature's nimble talons pressed in between his toes. It was amazing. Ross stretched out his toes as the creature rubbed and kneaded. He closed his eyes, drinking in the relaxing, empowering scent that hung in the air. For a spa day, this wasn't half bad.

"You two," Ross panted. "Are pretty good at this," he huffed out a chuckle, wriggling his toes. His mind was struggling to rationalize what was going on. However, he didn't feel out of place. He didn't understand what was going on, but he couldn't deny that it felt good: being served, being tended to. It felt good. He wanted more of their attention. Whatever was happening, he needed more of it, passion fizzing up inside of him.

There was something about them that he almost missed. Some puzzle piece that had always been absent from the tableau of his life.

"We missed you Master," the kobold behind him whispered into his ear.

"We have waited so long much, Master," the one between his legs nuzzled at his shin.

"Please, let us serve you. Just lay back, Master," they spoke as one.

Ross relaxed, letting the kobold's paws guide his shoulders down onto the warm, smooth ground. He sighed out, staring up at the slightly pointed domed ceiling high above him. His view was obstructed as the dark scaled kobold's pointed muzzle slid upside down into his vision like a mischievous eclipse. The kobold's face split into a grin, slitted eyes closing as the tip of its tongue slipped from the front of its muzzle. The kobold stepped over him, splayed reptilian toes on either side of Ross' head, before it bent down and ground its musky reptilian slit against his face.

Ross' cheeks burn red as the kobold shamelessly rubbed against him like it was scratching an itch. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel, but instead of disgust, his mind fizzed with something else, thoughts of stiff, straining, dripping shafts filling his thoughts.

His breath huffed between the kobold's legs, drinking in a familiar reptilian musk that set his senses alight, making his mouth water and his lungs tingle. His cock began to pulse between his legs as he drank in the scent of their worship. It shocked him, not knowing what to do, but also not wanting the strange lizard to stop. There was something vaguely nostalgic about this, like a dance that he'd forgotten he'd ever learned.

As he writhed, the other kobold between his legs lapped out with his forked tongue, sliding up Ross' bare leg, making his skin tingle and his hairs stand on end. The kobold snuffled in between his thighs, hot breath making him shiver. He moaned as the creature lapped out, tongue scraping over his heavy, sweaty balls, picking them up and letting them pat back down against him. The kobold licked its lips as if savoring Ross' flavor before lapping out again, scraping all the way up from the base of his shaft to the tip, forked tongue flickering and teasing the rounded head of his erect cock, swabbing around the foreskin.

As Ross groaned out, heart pounding, his tongue brushed past the dark kobold's scales, and his eyes flew wide. A strange, dusky flavor made his mouth tingle, meshing with the hazy smell that hung heavy in the sauna. He reached up, wrapping his hands around the kobold's hips as he lapped in again, feeling the smaller creature writhe in his grasp. It was strangely empowering as he lapped in again, holding the kobold in his hands as his tongue traced over the reptilian slit between the creature's legs. He couldn't stop himself. The kobold yapped and squeaked in pleasure as he ground in, salivating as his tongue pressed at the edges of the tight, scaly slit, hot breath puffing between the lizard's legs.

Between Ross' own spread thighs, the ashen scaled kobold nuzzled against him, lapping up at his balls and throbbing cock. As the creature's warm, slick tongue slid over his balls, Ross gritted his teeth, hissing in breath, feeling a thrumming heat bloom inside of him. His balls swelled out, throbbing in their tightening scrotum as they were basted in devoted affection. Ross' thrumming orbs tingled, churning with new pleasure and new purpose as the kobold suckled on them, letting them pop from his balmy mouth only reluctantly.

With an almost fanatic eagerness, the kobold pressed in with its slimy, hot tongue, lapping down past Ross' balls before sniffing in and licking past the man's exposed asshole. Ross' body stiffened at the alien contact, muscles tightening as he groaned into the crotch of the kobold straddling him. But as that slippery tongue pressed out again, teasing his quivering ring of muscle, Ross relaxed, sighing out, pleasured by the kobold's insistent eagerness.

They were . . . sexy? He mulled over the thought in his mind. They weren't human, but he couldn't stop the thoughts of doing more as the kobolds ground in against him.

As Ross' body twisted, his muscles grew more defined under his skin, bulging and pressing out, swelling every time he twisted in pleasure. As his thighs bulged around the ashy kobold's bobbing head, Ross felt a strange growing tension, pressure building as his muscles swelled.

Unseen to the man, one of the kobold's horns brushed against his inner thigh, and Ross moaned out in relief, the pressure dissolving as the sharp horn painlessly scraped against his skin, tearing it without drawing blood, revealing glossy black scales directly underneath. As the kobold slathered his asshole in sloppy, devoted affection, more rents formed in the tightening skin of his legs, and as his legs grew more powerful, they burst through his limiting human confines, toes straining and scrabbling at the floor as his cock jerked and leaked out clear, musky pre down his thrumming length.

The kobold's thighs clenched around Ross' face as he continued lapping against his scaly slit. He tasted the salty musk of the thing's glistening pleasure as the slit grew puffy, edges spreading apart as something pressed out against his tongue. Ross panted, beads of spittle and reptilian pre dripping from his tongue as a fleshy, white-skinned length pressed out. The kobold ground the swelling length against his face. Although white and almost suede to the touch, it was familiarly human, the veiny length topped with a foreskin that stretched around the rounded, leaking tip.

It looked . . . delicious. Like the most perfect maleness from his dreams manifested before him.

Ross couldn't help himself. He wrapped his lips around the throbbing, distinctly human length, shuddering at the salty, smoldering flavor and huffing in the increasingly familiar reptilian musk.

"Yesssss, Master," The dark scaled kobold hissed out, cock throbbing out to its full length as Ross suckled at it with wild abandon, all questions and concerns from his mind drowned out by growing, thrumming lust.

The other kobold moaned between his legs, tongue sliding out in circles around his bared, slick anus. The quivering skin darkened, fading from pink, to a dark, inky purple as he clenched against the kobold's eagerness. His entire body writhed as the tongue pressed in, pulsing against his darkening ass. The kobold's lips teased the edges of his increasingly reptilian ass, muscles clenching and relaxing as ribbons of his worthless human skin peeled away unseen from his thighs. His growling moan was muffled by the white cock in his mouth as the slippery forked tongue pressed in, stopping for half a second before sinking inside of him in a hot rush of pleasure. Ross' asshole wrenched down, squeezing at the insatiable kobold's tongue as it twisted around his sensitive insides. His cock throbbed and leaked out a thin stream of pre, balls tight in his scrotum.

He hungrily took the kobold's shaft deeper into his mouth, tongue lapping at the bottom of the thing's reptilian slit. His white knuckled fingers squeezed around the creature's waist as he became drunk with the thing's musk and flavor. It was so comforting, so familiar. It was almost like he'd done this before, or like he could feel everything the kobold was going to do, like they were a part of him . . .

His thoughts were interrupted as thin, scaly fingers wrapped around his shaft, coating themselves in the slick pre dripping down his length and then squeezing. Ross shuddered, barely in control of his own body as the pleasure ricocheted through his nerves. The kobold continued to eat his ass, tongue pumping inside of him, stretching out his increasingly draconic asshole.

The creature's paws fondled his tight, swollen testicles and slowly stroked up and down his shaft, coaxing out more dribbles of hot pre as straining pressure began to rise inside of him. His mind swam with images of dark scales, leathery wings, and the molten heat continued to bubble and churn. He bucked his hips into the kobold's paw, shuddering, tongue slurping desperately at the kobold cock lodged in his throat.

The orgasm crashed into him like a volcanic eruption through a sheet of tissue paper.

His entire body tensed before the pleasure erupted through him, cock throbbing and jerking in the kobold's mitt. As soon as he reached climax, the two kobolds did as well, like they were all part of the same circuit. As the thick, hot cum splashed into the air from his thrumming cock, the shaft in his muzzle began twitching, the kobold screeching in bliss, claws scrabbling through his hair as the creature pumped hot dollops of delicious reptilian jizz down his throat.

As his ass wrenched down on the reptilian tongue lodged inside of him, the lighter scaled kobold also moaned out, cock jerking out hot streams of male essence against his shins.

The orgasm was more forceful than Ross imagined possible, thick, heavy strings of his pleasure raining down on the three of them as he writhed and pulled his mouth back, letting the throbbing kobold cock paint his face in creamy, musky bliss. That familiar, smokey, dark flavor sunk straight into his mind. His eyes hung half lidded as he licked the thick kobold seed from his lips. His tongue tingled, heat building as the flavors only became more intense. The kobolds smiled as they watched his fleshy pink tongue darken into a deep purple from the base, swelling thicker as the flavor gained a more hypnotically familiar depth.

The ashy grey kobold beamed up at him. "Yes, yes. Thank you, Master." He held his cupped palms forward, holding a wobbling dollop of Ross' pearlescent cum.

"Yesss. We are hungry. Master is hungry too." The dark kobold hissed as Ross barely paid attention to the words. The human leaned in to lap up every last string of cum from the creature's shaft, tongue slipping around the loose foreskin at the tip as the lizard shuddered and grinned.

The kobold holding his essence hopped down the steps towards the hot stones in the center of the room. He tossed out his handful of male essence onto the rocks like he was throwing out flower petals at a wedding. The ropy liquid sizzled on contact with the stones, vaporizing immediately into a great white cloud, increasing the ambient haze in the strange ovular sauna.

Ross' nostrils huffed as the scent rose into the air. He shook his head as he licked the last errant dribbles of seed from his lips. It smelled like him. But . . . it also smelled like the kobolds. It was hard to tell the difference, other than his own scent was stronger, more concentrated, a virile reek that the kobolds served only as an accompaniment.

"Yes Master. Doesn't it feel good good to be home?" The dark scaled kobold leaned in, wide yellow eyes staring expectantly into Ross' face.

As Ross explored himself, the splatters of his cum that had rained down against the floor quivered, sinking into the strange, warm material of the sauna around him. As it did the floor rippled, perfect smoothness swelling like something was growing from inside it. The floor pulsed, forming veins thrumming along the surfaces of the developing, rounded pods. The egg-like bulges throbbed, outsides distending as something grew and pressed out from inside of them. Each growth trembled in time, the thudding of Ross' heartbeat echoing inside of them. The skin of each musky cocoon spawned of his sexual exertion bulged out like something inside was reaching towards the lust-drunk man.

Ross remained unaware, staring up at the ceiling, lost in the afterglow. His chest rose and fell, head lolling to the side as he closed his eyes just for a moment, drifting off into an exhausted nap.

* * *

Ross blinked, trying to gather his senses as he awoke on the floor. The warm, heavy air covered him like a comforting quilt. A familiar throbbing drew his attention between his legs. He was still hard as a rock, masculine need thrumming inside of him. His hands wandered down his body, feeling his muscles straining under his skin. His brow furrowed as he reached down between his legs, feeling a tatter of his human skin peel off under his fingers. It didn't hurt at all. In fact, there was some strange satisfaction to it, like a sunburn peeling away to reveal healthy skin underneath. But the skin underneath felt wrong. Rough in one direction and smooth in the other. He bent over, spine creaking as he saw the revealed black scales gleaming in the hazy light.

"What did you do to me!?" He tried to summon some amount of shock and anger, but all his voice managed to express was a mild surprise. "W-what's wrong with my body?"

"Wrong? Yes. Wrong wrong." The little kobold at his side nodded his head. It reached in, poking him in the ribs. "Please, Master. Let us help fix fix!"

"Yes, Master! Let us serve you. We are you yours," another scrabbly voice joined in.

"Master is remembering, yes. We missed waited you," yet another voice yapped.

Kobold paws wrapped around his body in miniature displays of comfort, each of their bone-white erections still pulsing. Ross' eyes widened as he looked around himself and found that there were now six kobolds nuzzling in around him, all various shades of grey. It was hard to pick out which ones were the originals or where the others had come from. But all of them snuggled in around him with single minded devotion.

"Just . . . wait." Ross tried to gather his thoughts, pushing himself to his feet. The kobolds all respectfully stepped back, even though most still hopped from foot to foot with barely constrained excitement.

The man took a few steps but couldn't find his balance. His body felt wrong. He clenched his fingers, bones creaking under his skin. This all couldn't possibly be real. Perhaps he was merely dreaming? But it all seemed so very tangible.

His body felt heavy, cock wobbling as he took a few staggering steps. It was like walking on his legs was somehow wrong . . .

The room spun around him as he dropped to his knees. Sweat poured off of his brow as he wiped his hands over his face. He needed help, but he couldn't even articulate what was wrong, just that he needed something more . . .

The kobolds pressed in around him like they could feel what he was thinking.

"Master, we are here to help help."

"Just relax Master. You will be here home soon," the kobolds chirped around him as two helped him down onto his hands and knees.

Oddly, this felt better to Ross. Somehow, this was much more comfortable than standing. And having the kobolds so close to him was a strange relief. It was like he'd known them his entire life. Despite how randy and strange the tiny creatures were, them being around him, worshiping his body, just felt correct to him. Ross nodded groggily as the kobolds excitedly began their work.

Clawed hands kneaded against his back, stroking over his increasingly defined muscles. Some scraped their paws against him, gathering up tiny handfuls of sweat and then trotting down to the hot rocks. The splashes of sweat produced hissing clouds of musky steam that filled the room even more, the ambient haze making it harder to see the rounded walls. As they scraped up the sweat, his tight skin began to creak, small rents forming as the creature's claws clacked against the tough ebon scales showing underneath.

Ross panted as two kobolds approached him from the front, one almost black, and the other closer to a stone grey, both sets of wide golden eyes beaming. The man's mouth watered, fixed on the bobbing cocks between their legs as they both approached, running their claws through his hair and stroking down his cheeks like they were admiring a statue. His head felt strange, pressure building up, creaking under his skin as his teeth tingled in his mouth.

The kobold's claws played over his lips, poking and prodding before they pressed inside and tapped against his teeth. The clack resonated through his jaw, his spine aching as his moan bellowed out deeper than he expected. The two kobolds kissed as they played with his maw, tracing along the inside of his jaws even as they began to creak forwards, the fleshy pink darkening into a deep, wet purple. He curled his swelling, fleshy tongue against their fingers, licking their scales, sucking at the scaly flesh that tasted so maddeningly familiar.

As those two kobolds caressed his face between them, the other group of four kobolds gathered behind him. They stared at his bared, tensing rump as if it were a divine proclamation. They pressed in behind him, running their claws over his rounded rump, making Ross shiver, cock jerking and leaking out a dribble of pre down to the floor. They each found a rent in his increasingly tattered human skin and slowly pulled, peeling his weak flesh away and revealing his proper, glossy black scales. Ross shook, body tensing, groaning through the kobolds' claws. He couldn't see what was happening, but it felt amazing, like removing a cast after being stuck in the uncomfortable shell for ages. He arched his back, spine popping as his rump swelled out, dark, bared anus quivering.

Kobolds insistently stroked down the skin of Ross' back, stroking his muscles as they bulged. The tightening sensation was uncomfortable, like his skin was being pressed against a cloying sheet of cellophane. He gritted his teeth, squirming under their claws as his body swelled, pressure becoming unbearable. As his body grew more powerful, he growled, quivering muscles straining. He couldn't stand it, pressure becoming too much. He let out a garbled growl, flexing his growing muscles.

There was a brief moment of resistance, his skin stretched taut before a rent tore down the center of his back, revealing scales underneath like a jagged black scorch from a bolt of lightning. Relief flooded through him. His back rippled as he clenched his growing, draconic muscles, the kobolds helping tear away strips of his tattered humanity. It felt so good to shed the dead weight, his cock quivering under him, leaking out a dribble of pre as their clever claws clacked against his glossy, impervious scales.

The two kobolds continued scraping away ribbons of his insensate human flesh, letting it fall to the ground like wet confetti. Two others knelt down, snouts snuffling in at the bared soles of Ross' feet. Their slick, hot forked tongues scraped up together. Ross snorted at the sensation, shivering as they lavished his feet in affection. They grabbed his heels and licked down towards his toes, tongues curling between his stubby digits. The man's feet popped, digits growing longer, stretching his skin as his nails began to darken, pleasure lancing up his legs.

Each kobold suckled at his toes, lips wrapping around them, slick tongues encircling his flesh. As they did, his nails curved out, growing dense and sharp. His bones creaked as his toes splayed out, long, lizard-like draconic talons erupting from his weak human flesh. Thickening as they pressed out longer, his toes curled against the kobold's tongues as they bathed him in horny, devoted affection.

Ross' jaws stretched out, his moan erupting as more of a growl. As he opened his maw wider, the kobolds by his head reached in with both of their paws, massaging his tongue between them. Ross' growl turned into a gargle of pleasure as they kneaded his tongue, coaxing the dark purple color all the way to the tip as it thickened and writhed. His teeth ached, pressing out and multiplying, sharpening into wicked points that scraped against the kobolds scales as the skin around his face began to crack and flake away painlessly.

One of the kobolds pinched at the tip of his writhing, swelling tongue, squeezing down until the tip split into two fleshy tines. Ross' eyes widened in confusion as new flavors sunk into his mind. He could taste the kobolds in the air. He could taste himself in the air. His nostrils flared, separating and pressing forwards to the front of his forming muzzle. They tasted . . . he smelled . . . so needy. He needed more. He couldn't stop, rocking forward with his hips, cock bobbing as lewd desires filled his changing mind.

Behind him, his bared ass grew larger, now a rounded swell of black, glistening scales, leaving his cock and balls looking out of place as his rump bulged with draconic prominence. His breath caught in his throat as one of the kobolds sniffed in at his bared anus, the shadowy purple ring quivering. One snout was joined by another, both of their hot breath huffing against him before they opened their maws and made out with his ass and each other. Ross hissed in a breath as the kobolds in front of him pressed in as well, lapping against his lips and playing with his thickening tongue.

It was too much to process. His ass was so tender, and the new, heightened sensations from his forming muzzle were too vivid to fully grasp. He rumbled, pressing forward with his tongue, lapping from one kobold's mouth to the other, slathering them in his draconic spittle as his eyes hung half lidded. His whole body tensed as the two kobolds toying with his ass opened their maws wide and strained out with their tongues, forcing their way into his musky passage, sandwiched together by his needy clenching. Ross raised his rump up higher, claws scrabbling at the floor before he found his increasingly quadrupedal footing.

As the kobolds' tongues writhed and twisted inside of him, his ass swelled, thick with corded muscles bulging under his immaculate pitch-black scales. The kobolds reached up with their paws, claws clicking down over his lower back as they also reached below him and cupped his ponderous testes. As their claws scraped along his back, his scaly flesh tensed up, tail bone popping, muscles clenching and beginning to bulge. His brow furrowed in confusion. As his ass continued to wrench down against the kobolds' tongues, each muscular surge also reverberated, creaking as his flesh began to tug in one direction and then the other.

The kobolds that had been attending his talons rose, one of them leaping on top of him and lying against his back, wrapping his paws around Ross' blunt growing tail and lapping in eagerly at the wriggling tip. The other grabbed the growing protrusion in his paws, kneading the new flesh as it creaked out further, beginning to lash this way and that in his grip.

Beads of drool dripped from Ross' thickening maw, his heavy purple tongue lolling out past his black scaled, reptilian lips. The two kobolds in front of him squirmed with excitement like they were bathing in the strange new extasy radiating out from Ross' shifting body. They ground their cocks together in front of him, pre glistening from the uncut, bleached tips. Ross huffed in, wide nostrils flaring at the end of his muzzle. He could smell them. His thick tongue licked out across his chops automatically. His neck creaked as he leaned in, stretching out longer as he pushed down towards the kobolds that seemed smaller than he remembered them.

The kobolds behind him toyed with his growing tail, licking in at his straining tailhole as it pressed out into draconic prominence. Paws wrapped around his still-human shaft, gently stroking it, making his senses blaze in ecstasy as he bucked and leaked in their grasp. They kneaded in at his tight balls, taut in his still-fleshy human sack.

He couldn't help himself, pushing his muzzle in against the two in front of him and drinking in their scent, his own jet-black scales contrasting with their shades of grey. They squealed and then moaned out encouragement as he lapped out with his massive tongue, their salty, musky pre sinking into his senses as he took both of their shafts into his maw. Their soft, taut flesh jerked and pulled in Ross' mouth as he hungrily suckled at them, reveling in how they groaned and thrust their tiny hips against his maw.

Their claws scratched at his head as he encircled their shafts with his strangely flexible tongue. As they scratched at his head, his hair fell to the floor like stalks of wheat blown in the wind, completely ignored as he closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure at their claws tracing over the edges of his new scales. Each of the kobolds leaned in, resting their chests against the top of his broadening snout. They began kneading in at the top of his head, finding just the right spot to send shivers through his body all the way to his growing tail.

Muscles strained in his shoulders, his arms swelling as his neck continued to creak out, but Ross barely noticed. His mind was hyper focused on the two kobolds rubbing at his head, like they were massaging his thoughts directly. He lapped absentmindedly at their pulsing shafts, each fleshy tine of his tongue pressing into their foreskins, making them writhe and squeal. He could feel the echoes of their pleasure resonating through him. His skin tensed, two bulges swelling on the back of his head. He growled out as two ebony horns began to push out bloodlessly through his scales, curling back like roots growing in a time lapse. The kobolds' claws tapped against the hard enamel, sending a strange morse code rhythm of bliss into his mind while he desperately sucked their delicious cocks.

The kobolds all pressed in around him, kneading at his balls, stroking his shaft, shoving their cocks into his muzzle, tugging his growing tail, and licking in at his exposed ass. His fingers spread out, creaking longer and thicker, bursting through his human skin as his claws curled out against the ground. His balls began to swell, a dark, inky purple seeping through his pink skin pressed taut from the pressure of the swelling, draconic orbs within. His cock jerked even harder as the raw animal lust blazed unstoppably through his body. The kobolds leaned in, lapping at the taut bulges as Ross' darkening skin became smoother and more sensitive.

His growing tail snaked out behind him, thick base tensing as the kobold on top of it hung on for dear life, nibbling mischievously at the tip as he flew through the hazy air. Another kobold stepped underneath him, and lapped up at his shaft, pressing it up against his scaly belly as Ross' sensitive skin began to darken with each lick. He felt like he was so close, slamming up against the precipice of climax again and again. But something was wrong, as hard as his shaft pulled, relief just didn't come. His pitch-black body twisted, now looming over the kobolds as he writhed in need.

His balls continued to expand, filling the kobolds' arms as they leaned up against him, pressing in with their weight. His breath snorted out of his nostrils in ragged panting, spine creaking as he felt something shifting inside of him. He bucked his hips, rubbing his swelling cock under the kobold's snout below him as his length swelled longer and thicker, glossy darkness seeping towards the tip. His scales parted around the base of his shifting cock, forming into a reptilian slit, edges quivering as the kobold reached up and ran his claws up and down either side, slick, musky slit-fluid seeping out.

The pressure was too much. He ground his ass down against the kobolds rubbing his balls, pressure building to tortuous levels as he pinned them against the floor. Ross raised his tail, grumbling around the cocks in his maw as the muzzles behind him followed his moves, pressing their snouts against his ass and flickering around the exposed, dark ring of twitching muscle.

The kobolds wrapped their arms around his balls. The ponderous bulges swelled larger, churning with draconic seed, stretching his dark sack out taut. More kobolds moved in, all of their tiny paws needed to heft up his swelling nuts. They nuzzled against his orbs as he pressed back harder, feeling his slit tense and quiver. It was too tight, his taut balls constrained as they pulsed larger and larger, making him squirm in discomfort.

The kobolds behind him hefted up the swelling bulge against him, making him groan out. They hugged their bodies tight around his churning orbs, sensations overwhelming. He needed relief. He rocked back against them like trying to scratch an itch. For a weightless moment, his balls stretched his slit wide, kobolds pressing in as he ground down against them desperately. But then, with a sudden slurping pang of pleasure, his left testicle slipped up inside of him, slit quivering as his cock jerked and leaked out slick pre that dribbled down over the tensing edges of his scaly slit.

He writhed as the other kobolds hefting his other draconic orb mashed the quivering, sensitive flesh against his slit. His stomach twisted into knots. It felt wrong, but the discomfort eased slightly as he ground his rump back against them. He was worried about harming them, but the kobolds seemed unafraid, reveling in his weight as he rocked back against them. They lapped and squeezed and wrapped around his testicle as he finally couldn't stand it any longer, sinking back as the heavy orb slammed up into him in a wave of relief.

He huffed around the cocks in his maw, eyes flying wide. He could still feel the kobolds wriggling and writhing against his balls like they were somehow inside of him. He couldn't comprehend it. But he didn't need to. The tight, wriggling sensation of his new internal testes massaged by the unseen, eager forces made pleasure radiate out through his body.

The kobolds around the room chirruped out in pleasure, each pawing at their white skinned cocks as heavy testes pressed out and dangled beneath them. Ross' could feel them all wriggling in pleasure, stroking themselves helplessly as his own reptilian cock throbbed in sympathy with their own imitations of his past human maleness.

His tail arced up, claws spread, scraping against the floor. His eyes dilated, pupils pulling into slits amidst glittering gold. His cock jerked, his ass clenched, and finally, he began to climax.

The heat rushed through his insides, pulsing out through his shaft, splattering against the kobold below him as all the other lizards yowled, their own members jerking in unison as they came as one all around him.

He couldn't stop himself. His cock swelled out, pulsing, dark purple flesh forming into smooth ridges, head slimming down into an animalistic tool for breeding. The two kobolds thrusting into his mouth erupted as one, painting the tines of his tongue in salty, thick cum. He couldn't help but suck it down as he continued to rock, spattering hot thick strings of dragon cum onto the ground and the kobolds underneath him.

The kobolds behind him hissed and yapped, their seed spattering against his bared asshole and legs, followed by their eager tongues lapping up their own essence. His asshole clenched around their probing tongues and muzzles with every wrenching tug. The one clinging to his tail came, seed spattering in a wild arc as Ross' tail writhed like a serpent in zero G. His lust didn't die down, the wriggling inside of his body driving him onto new heights. Kobolds under him bathed in pressured splashes of his musky cum, his scent permeating the air, blending with the hazy steam into an irresistible male reek.

As the gaps between his heavy spurts of cum grew further apart, Ross' draconic brow furrowed. He stood there, panting, hands and feet on the ground. He squinted his golden eyes as he looked down at his arms, scaly talons splayed out on the floor. But then the floor itself started to writhe under him. His longer neck arced back easily. All around him, errant dribbles of seed seeped into the regular whiteness of the floor and the surface turned glossy, churning like liquid. Kobolds cheered around him as he tried to stand, rising onto his hind legs and slipping, falling back and down a few stairs onto his back. It didn't hurt his new scaly form at all, but he hardly noticed his own body as he watched the bubbling patches on the floor start to swell.

Each bulge expanded out like dough rising in a time-lapse. Little rounded protrusions stuck out against the white membranes from the inside as Ross watched in horrified fascination. He patted his own body with his jet-black scaly fingers, finding no protrusions or swelling boils. Ross did find his own shaft though, fleshy purple length still throbbing insistently. He shuddered as his fingers brushed against it, aftershocks of pleasure running through him as a few last motes of his white-hot essence dribbled down from the tip. It did suddenly dawn on him how weird it was that he suddenly had two-inch-long talons though, and the scales, and the still throbbing dark violet inhuman shaft between his legs, and . . . was the room getting smaller?

Those thoughts all buzzed in the back of his mind as he watched the strange cocoons puff out larger, each looking like some unseen animal was inside, pressing out like it was stretchy silk. Kobolds walked between the bulges, looking down as if they were tending particularly aggressive cabbages. Ross gasped as he saw one throbbing mass shudder, two sets of spindly fingers pressing against the membrane from the inside. Dark claws pierced through as a new slate grey kobold pulled themselves out from the floor fully formed. The other kobolds baptized their new brethren, stroking their cocks and spattering seed against their eager new brothers just as the last dribbles of cum pumped from Ross' own massive shaft. They hugged, pressing their muzzles together in a quick kiss, licking the cum from their bodies before turning to look directly at Ross, still lying on his back, staring at them all in horrified amazement.

All of the kobolds were now decidedly more human, each sporting a dangling pair of white leathery testes that bobbed below their erect shafts as they walked. Ross gulped, feeling his own cock throb again just looking at them. He stared down at his own inhuman maleness, reaching out and stroking the twisted purple spire tentatively with one of his claws. He hissed in a breath. It was still blazingly sensitive, throbbing whorls and fleshy spines making sparks of pleasure dance inside him as his slit clenched around the base and his tail lashed. As the pleasure rose inside of him, the now small platoon of kobolds all turned towards him as if he'd called them all by name.

Ross backpedaled, sliding down a few more stairs as he watched more kobolds squeezing out of the floors with yapping jubilation. As much as he knew he should dread the giggling crowd of kobolds, he just couldn't manage being terrified. Disconcerted, absolutely. Confused, without a doubt. But, he could tell they didn't mean any harm. He could almost feel their admiration, their percolating desire to be close to him, to smell his regal scent, to polish his scales, to bathe in his majestic presence.

Ross shook his head and blinked, rubbing his talons over his draconic face. It was impossible to line up his thoughts. He scooted back slightly again, trying to buy himself time as his thoughts swam inside his skull. This time though, there was a strange crunching under his claws. Looking down, Ross was surprised to see that he was now on top of the hot rocks in the middle of the room. He immediately thrashed, trying to hold his body away from the scalding stones, arcing his back and pressing out with his tail. Strangely though, the steaming hot rocks didn't hurt. They were hot, for sure, but pleasantly so, like they'd been left out in the sun.

He licked his thick tongue over his scaly lips as he considered. Of course they didn't hurt him. He was a dragon. It wasn't like heat was going to damage him in any way. He chuckled, a deep bass rumble, corners of his scaly lips turning up in a grin. As strange as his changing body was, he felt like he belonged here. It was almost like this place was made for him specifically. There was just something comforting about lying in the center of the room as all the kobolds closed in around him.

Ross flopped onto his back, rolling around on the hot stones with a sigh of relief. They ground against his scales, heat seeping into him, relaxing his muscles and his thoughts. He could hear his heartbeat pulsing through the entire room, resounding through the white floors and walls, and even each and every kobold. It also resounded in the still stiff and pulsing shaft between his legs, and Ross knew that every kobold in the room could tell. His tail flopped against the ground as he felt the kobolds crawling on top of him. They seemed no larger than kittens to Ross at this point, but that wasn't disconcerting, it was actually rather comforting.

The kobolds were like his own organs. Not limbs like his arms and legs, but like his heart or his lungs. They worked automatically: a part of him, and yet outside himself. As he considered his new body and new perspectives, kobolds climbed atop his massive, scaly body. He writhed, rubbing his back against the rough hot stones under him as their tiny talons tickled. It felt particularly good against his broad shoulders, rubbing in at his muscles like a back massage. His muscles shifted and tensed under his scales as he continued to grow, basking in the kobolds' attention.

Some hopped onto the banded ashen scutes on the bottom of his tail, rubbing each plated band like they were polishing a work of exquisite jewelry. The sensation made warm contentment bubble up in Ross' mind.

He_was_ exquisite. He deserved all of their adulation. It wasn't just their physical touch that brought him pleasure, but their praise, as tangible as the hazy steam in the room, that made pride well up inside of him. Other feelings welled up as well as two kobolds strode across his chest, flanking his throbbing dragonhood. His maleness came up to their chins, throbbing purple flesh contrasting with their grey scaly bodies. They wrapped their arms around his shaft, leaning in over the top as each lapped out, making Ross' massive body shudder under them as they traced around the spikes of taut flesh around his chiseled, animal tip. He could feel them grinding their own turgid cocks and pendulous balls against his stiff flesh as they worked him over. Other kobolds knelt in around the base of his shaft, claws teasing around the edges of his quivering slit and the base of his massive dragon cock.

Ross panted as they were drawn to his cock like moths to the flame. The two hugging around his throbbing member kissed, their tongues entwining before they both leaned in and pressed their plump, forked tongues against his cockslit. Ross bared his teeth, tail thrashing, a few kobolds tumbling off as he felt the two's tongues slide down, teasing just the very inside of his shaft. Ross' tongue lolled out as he felt their tongues twist together inside of him. He couldn't help but bucking his hips, jostling them as a gout of hot clear pre splashed up against their faces and slowly trickled down the edge of his throbbing shaft for the kobolds around his slit to gather up and smear down against his clenching tail hole. Errant dribbles hit the blazing hot stones in hissing gouts of musky steam.

His taut hole clenched against their probing fingers as they smeared his warm, tingling pre against his musky pucker. He arched his back against the stones under him, pressure building both between his legs, but also his neck and shoulders. As his passion grew, his body did as well, creaking out to cover the entire hot stone pit in the center of the ovular room.

Other kobolds climbed up onto his upturned palms, lapping against his polished, gleaming claws, nuzzling between his fingers as he absentmindedly stroked their chins in encouragement. Others rubbed in between his splayed, reptilian toes. The solid tap tap tapping of their claws against the enamel of his talons was like a pot of popcorn popping in his senses, resounding up his spine. He sighed in satisfaction, staring down at his loyal kobolds kneading, rubbing, and celebrating his increasingly perfect draconic body.

Two kobolds interrupted his line of sight, pulling themselves up onto his chest. Ross curled his neck in, nostrils puffing as he peered into their beaming muzzles with his golden eyes. They reached out towards his muzzle, sliding below his chin and scratching at his scales. Ross leaned into the attention, almost dog-like, curled horns turning from one side to the other as he tried to find the perfect angle.

He huffed, drinking in the delightful musk of their arousal. He couldn't help himself, lapping out, tongue slathering over their entire bodies, pushing their shafts up against their scaly bellies as they chirped out in pleasure. He could taste how much they wanted to cum, how much they needed release, but he knew they couldn't yet. Not until he did. They were his, and the only way they could get the pleasure they sought was by serving him. He lapped between their legs, thick tongue pressed between their thighs as he lifted up their full testicles and let them pat back down.

More kobolds circled around his throbbing maleness, four tongues slathering around the tip, occasionally darting inside of him to taste his salty pre. Other lithe reptilian bodies rubbed between his fingers and toes, kneaded in at the muscles of his arms and legs, and ground themselves against him like obsessively amorous cats. Paws pressed in at the base of his tail, kneading his clenching purple hole as he writhed under their increasingly minute hands.

The kobolds in front of his muzzle ground their cocks against his snout a few more times as Ross licked against their plump balls and shafts. He was puzzled when they stopped, until the two creatures turned around, raising their tails, baring their tight, dark assholes to their Master. Ross ran his massive tongue over his smooth scaled chops. His long neck made pressing against them almost automatic, his hot breath huffing against their rumps, drinking in their needy scent. He lapped up between one of their thighs, feeling him shudder as he lifted up his balls and let them pat down, leathery sack tensing against his slick hot flesh.

He could taste just how much they wanted him. Their adoration was addictive. They pressed their rumps together as he lapped in with gusto, twin tines tickling each of their quivering holes. He tasted their familiar pleasure as they clenched around the tips of his fat, fleshy tongue, their cocks jerking, leaking out dribbles of pre, balls clenching. Their tails entwined together as he lapped in, two other kobolds climbing on his horns, rubbing down the rough surfaces with their claws, tickling tapping making his brain vibrate with pleasure, human thoughts slipping away into the mind of a virile, mighty dragon.

More kobolds joined in, hugging their bodies tight against his shaft, grinding against his taut maleness, lapping at the pointed head, nuzzling in at the whorls and fleshy barbs. Their arms encircled his cock, pumping up and down with wild excitement as their own pleasure began to rise along with Ross' own unflagging lust. Each of their own cocks ground against him, their need kindling his own ecstasy as it rose up inside of him, his internal testicles churning. He writhed, scaly back grinding against the steaming stones under him, muscles tensing and relaxing.

His tail lashed from side to side, kobolds hanging on like it was some form of bizarre rodeo. As his tail thrashed, his bared asshole clenched and quivered against the kobold's probing paws, glistening with his own slick juices. They balled their spindly fingers into fists and kneaded against his tender flesh, breathing heavily, high on the addictive stink of virile male dragon. Ross groaned out, eyes squeezing shut as one of their fists slid inside of his clenching asshole, followed by another. His ass wrenched down in fluttering contractions as the one arm was followed by another, the kobolds around his rump forming a pistoning pattern. Each time, they mashed against something inside of him that set his body alight with a rush of hot pleasure.

Ross groaned out even as the kobolds in front of his muzzle ground back against him. It was like a synchronized dance, where every kobold knew their role, and they all squeezed in around him to elicit the maximum amount of pleasure. They wriggled between his fingers and toes, massaged his scaly skin, stroked his shaft, and stuffed his ass with manic eagerness.

Thrumming pressure welled up inside of his body, molten hot pleasure rising up within him as all the kobolds squeaked and chirped with equal need. Ross couldn't stop it, the ecstasy coursing through his veins as his massive cock shuttered, twitching before firing a burst of milky white dragon cum into the air. It rained down, warmth splashing against him and the kobolds as they stroked their own shafts, painting him in tiny jolts of their own cum. With every clenching spurt, Ross grew larger, muscles bulging under his flesh as the kobolds lapped his and their own seed from his scales.

The room shrunk around him, his glossy scaled body stretching out, talons pedaling in the air, getting closer and closer to the smooth white edges of the walls around him.

From the splatters of cum that landed around him, rounded bulges formed, and in seconds, more kobolds pulled themselves from their pliant cocoons. They closed in on him, joining their brethren in worshiping their dragon as Ross writhed in ecstasy. They grabbed handfuls of his fluids and wiped it against their scales, yapping out and wriggling in sympathetic bliss. He closed his eyes as his own cum spattered against his muzzle. He licked it off, reveling in his own dominant flavor, salty musk singing to his senses as he joined the kobolds in a moment of pure bliss.

A strange tugging from under him made him pause as the torrent of his seed began to lag. He growled out, bass rumble making the entire room reverberate as he rolled onto his legs. His cock still dribbled strings of seed onto the hot stones below him, causing great opaque clouds to blossom up around him, the very air suffused with his masculinity. His shoulders creaked, new muscles straining, flexing in ways he never knew were possible as multiple spindly protrusions burst forth from his back. Deep purple membranes stretched between them as they spread, bone and muscle creaking out, glossy black scales tickling in as his new wings unfurled.

Ross bared his fangs, reveling in the feeling of his new wings pressing against the steamy air, spreading wider as he flapped them for the first time, causing the billowing clouds of his lordly reek to circulate through the shrinking room. His body continued to grow as well, his tail curling out along the circular edges. His wings creaked out longer until they too pressed against the walls. It should have been claustrophobic, but it was strangely comforting. This place was made for him, and he was growing to fill it, fulfilling his purpose.

He curled his new wings against himself as he sat back on his haunches. Tiny kobolds swarmed around him, climbing up his tail, each hardly bigger than one of his talons. He could feel each and every one of them, like a memory that was external to himself. Their emotions were like a sixth sense, their adoration a potent aphrodisiac. They made him see just how perfect he was, his scaly body a work of divine art. He grinned as their praise sank into him, his perfect form growing larger, his head almost touching the rounded dome at the top of the room. He drank in their worship, reveling in his own excellence, the air rife with his own scent, his masculine need made physical.

As his wings wrapped around his quickly growing body, he sat on his haunches, still-erect dragon cock slapping against his belly scutes. He could feel all of his kobolds' eyes on his throbbing spire of purple flesh, completely aware of their own throbbing needs as well. He grinned, and as the smooth white walls of the sauna closed in around him, he leaned down with his serpentine neck. He drank in the regal scent of his maleness, slick forked tongue darting out and lapping over his leaking tip, brushing across fleshy spines. He shuddered, unable to stop himself from opening his muzzle wide and taking his own shaft deep into his balmy maw.

The kobolds clamored over him, rubbing up against his legs and tail as he bobbed his head. He wrapped his forked tongue around his cock, shuddering in bliss, exploring his immaculate body even as it expanded, his tail and legs pressed against the walls in a way that was strangely comforting. The kobolds climbed up his wings, scampered onto his shoulders, and hung from his horns as he continued sucking on his cock with driven focus.

His body grew flush with the white walls, the structure pulsing around him in time with his own heartbeat. The kobolds didn't seem perturbed at all as the white walls squeeze them against Ross' scales. Ross closed his eyes, focused on completing the circuit of his own lust. The comforting pressure squeezed in all around him, and then the sensations of the kobolds slowly shifted inside of him, their essence percolating through his body, energetic sparks of pleasure bonding with his very being, becoming a part of his exalted form. The room was dark, and moist, and thrummed with his own excitement, cock buried in his muzzle.

Time ceased to flow.

Ross didn't know if he was there in the balmy darkness for seconds or millennia. Either way, it was exquisite torture. His entire essence balanced on a precipice, his body coiled and waiting. His massive cock throbbed in his muzzle, and a rising heat coursed through his form, dancing sprites of the kobolds inside of himself growing restless.

It was time.

The room around him creaked, his body quaking, rents of light filling the darkness as Ross flexed. His desperate need rushed out, a torrent of cum exploding into his maw as the new dragon exploded into the world.

The massive egg on the mountaintop cracked apart, jet black building-sized wings spreading out followed by a lashing tail. Shards of shell went flying as he pulled his head back, horns cracking the surface like glass as his cock spattered great gallons of milky white dragon seed all over the mountaintop, dripping from trees, splashing against boulders, and basting the fragments of his own shell.

Wherever the new black dragon's essence landed, kobolds emerged, crawling out of the earth into the bright, crisp mountain air. The kobolds rejoiced, swarming towards their dragon, their Master, their god. Ross' tail lashed behind him as he stood on all fours, flexing his huge reptilian body as he opened his maw and roared, the deafening, cataclysmic screech echoing from peak to peak.

His cock thrummed, last dribble of seed leaking from the tip as it slowly sank back into the new dragon's slit. His kobolds swarmed over his body, some sinking into him as others clung to his claws and horns.

The black dragon pumped his wings, diving off the peak of the mountain and soaring into the air, the entire world spreading out below him with his new immaculate form above it all.

His golden, slitted eyes glittered in the sun as he surveyed the peaks, looking for a cave to be his new home, already thinking of what he could hoard.

Gold didn't seem all that appealing.

But, upon noticing another hiker staring up at him in awe, he knew what he wanted. He wanted more of that: Adoration. Supplication. Devotion.

He grinned. He could already feel how much the stunned human wanted to join him. And there was always room for more supplicants in his hoard.