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The apartment door blew open with quite the ruckus. It had been shoved by Brooklyn's butt as she came backpedaling into the apartment, guided by the lock and gnash of her girlfriend's lips. Carla was glued to her frontside, their breasts flattened against one another's while Carla helped herself to a double handful of Brooklyn's bloated rump. Between the wet smacks and smooches were heated huffs and stifled gasps, scalding the air between their faces. Brooklyn brought herself to a stop just to kick out of her heels and adjust the glasses on her face. Carla took the opportunity to blindly reach behind herself for the door. The moment her hand found it she slammed it shut, plunging their apartment back into a gloomy darkness.

There they stood mauling each other's faces, desperate to rip each other out of their dresses. Brooklyn's bust had mostly been jostled off her chest, exposing the braless bosom plus just one elongated nipple. It would poke and bump into Carla, exciting the both of them something awful and adding to their already boiling arousal. The satin velvet of their dresses was folded and meshed between their bellies. Carla was obliged to lift it off Brooklyn's ass for a more personal approach to those two, doughy haunches. Her fingers sank into their exquisite softness and began massaging them. The frilly thong Brooklyn had on was sunken into the flesh, soaked into her feminine trench. It would be relieved of its duties very shortly.

Brooklyn split from Carla's mouth with a theatrical gasp and blushing cheeks. She pushed her glasses back up her nose and pulled one lock of sapphire hair over her ear. The matching azul of her eyes looked so refined behind the warp of her glasses, if not the drool that wreathed her mouth and dribbled down her chin. “Are you going to keep groping my ass or are you going to open a bottle?" she asked, out of breath.

“I don't know," said Carla right before giving Brooklyn a couple more fat kisses. “I'm having a hard time letting go. Why don't you do it?" She closed her face in on Brooklyn's cheek and kissed it before migrating into her neck. The two tails of vividly auburn hair she kept tied up in ribbons spilled down her upper back as she angled her head to get a better angle at gnawing Brooklyn's neck.

Brooklyn appreciated the effort, but it got in the way of what both girls wanted to do. “I'd love to, but right now you're making things difficult." She snuck one hand underneath the bell of Carla's dress where her panties had been half devoured by her cunt. Just the middle finger pulled it aside so Brooklyn could caress that pit of scalding womanhood. “What'll it take to convince you?"

That put an end to Carla's nibbling. She came out of Brooklyn's neck with a swoon and a moan, her adorably round face turning red and contorting with pleasure. Her whole lower body started to tremble as she humped into Brooklyn's loving and experienced finger. “Huhhh~! Yes… I… I'll go do it. Mmmm…"

A triumphant smile from Brooklyn. “I thought you would. Meet me at the bed when you're done." She retracted her finger from Carla's pussy, it being shiny with her arousal.

Carla pried herself from Brooklyn with a pout. “That's no fair. You know me too well." She turned around and sauntered deeper into the apartment for a few steps before awkwardly pulling her heels off.

Brooklyn headed towards the bed, still smirking. “I'll show you just how well I know you in a little bit." She pulled the remaining strap of her dress from her shoulder in a practiced movement. It slid down her upper arm, bringing the bust down with it so that her bosom jutted and jiggled at full prominence on her way to the bed. She was nude except for her thong by the time she made it there. In just a few movements she had shed her shoes and was climbing the mattress where she slumped over to her side, those lengthy, pink teats pointed in the direction of her lover. “Any preference for tonight?" she asked right before sliding her glasses up her nose and flicking her head to adjust her hair.

Carla was at the other end of the apartment, the place they'd doused in the ancient and arcane. Entering it was an atavistic step away from the modern world and its luxuries. Medieval furniture and colors kept a tone midway between homey and gloomy, something the two women reflected in their fun and wicked practices. Carla opened the cabinet she was peering into. Lining the shelves were dozens of glass vials and decanters, each one sealed by a cork or a glass top. “Not really," Carla said while scanning the many bottles and their queerly colored contents. “I'm just really horny right now, so I don't care which one if you don't."

“I don't either," purred Brooklyn. “So hurry up and pick one."

Carla grabbed the glass right in front of her, one that contained a deep scarlet liquid that sloshed about the bowl as she turned around and made her way to the bed. The cork came out with a thoop, and what followed was a plume of that fizzling aroma which billowed into Carla's nose. It zapped her senses into overdrive and threw her spine in a straight line. Her bright amber eyes were open wide in that brief and mild state of hysterics. “Ohhh my. This one's a doozy."

Brooklyn waved her over to a nearby table. “Well, don't go huffing it like crazy. Put it over there. I wanna change at the same time you do."

Carla placed the vial on the nightstand next to the bed instead. That acrid smell of spice and earth suffused itself into the air, triggering a deep breath in Brooklyn. Carla stood next to the bed and pulled her dress up and over herself, exposing her bold chest and that overburdened thong. “You know how fast you transform. I figure I'd give myself a head start. Besides…" She crawled onto the mattress edge. “I'm too horny to wait much longer."

Brooklyn bit her lip. Her hand slid down the sheet invitingly. “Well, if that's the case, come here then."

Carla was happy to follow orders, hiking one knee onto the bed and hoisting herself up so that she towered over Brooklyn for the single moment before she laid herself atop her, legs intersecting, breast to breast, lips reuniting once again. Their kisses were tamer this time, waiting to escalate upon the transformation's first symptom. Brooklyn wrapped her legs around Carla's, trapping the thigh against her burning quim and rubbing her feet along Carla's ankle. Carla had her arms hooked under Brooklyn's shoulders with her fingers sifted through those long, azure locks. While two of them kissed and moaned they would both hump and grind their bodies against one another, tummies and chests swelling and rubbing to experience every fragment of each other's intoxicating touch.

Between every round of smooches Carla would pry her mouth from Brooklyn, allowing them both a deep huff of that potion-saturated air. The fumes still wafted from the bottle like a diffuser, infiltrating every corner of the apartment and imprinting its draconic alchemy. It was strongest by the bed where every inhale would fill their lungs. It pulsed through their blood and flooded their minds, adding fervor to the humping and kissing.

Carla let out a muffled whimper into Brooklyn's maw. Another one came into the open as she pulled away to begin kissing the underside of Brooklyn's jowl, then her neck. Brooklyn swooned her head with a moan, taking a moment to fix her cock-eyed glasses even as her eyes remained closed by the feeling of ecstasy. The upwards jut of her hips into Carla's thigh was automatic by this point, more driven by a rabid arousal than the blanket need for more of her lover's touch, strong as that was. Carla took the hint. She slid her hand from behind Brooklyn's head and found where her thong was sunken into the flesh of her hip. She pulled it below the swell of her ass with just one finger, the same finger that wriggled its way between them and ventured into Brooklyn's crotch.

It brought a shiver and a gasp, Brooklyn's head lurching back with how her neck bent itself and her mouth fell open into an erotic O shape. Carla's middle finger made it past the upper corner of her pussy covered in a mild and moistened frizz. She pulled one lip aside, opening the gate on a flood of girl heat which Carla dove into with her middle and ring fingers. Brooklyn shuddered hard. “Huhhh! Huhhh… Mmmm…" A slow in and out from the knuckle to the tip was enough for now, aided by the slower gnaw on the ubersensitive flank of Brooklyn's neck. That made her squirm even more. “Hmmmmm… Nyuhhhh~"

Under the blanket of pleasure billowing from her loins at the behest of Carla's finger was the bubbling changes beset by the potion, now wholly distributed through the flesh and taking root. Brooklyn felt it like the sudden flare of an ache, the turned up silt of a riverbed rising to the surface and making her skin turn into gooseprickles. Another sharp gasp sucked into her when it made her nipples go hard. They poked into Carla's breasts and felt what would be the first round of intense tingles that made her shiver and clench her floor muscle. First was the retreat of hair across her body, those minute follicles disappearing across her skin and rendering it smooth except for her scalp and her pubes. What smoothness it created was quickly ruined by the toughening of her skin into segmented scales, each one laced and layered over the next as perfectly as nature would design it.

It happened slowly, but just quickly enough for both women to notice that it was happening. A flood of excitement ran up Brooklyn's spine and made her feminism quiver. The brisk chills of her skin toughening was a whole-body thrill that had her moaning and writhing appropriately. “Huhhh… Mmmmm… Yes… Hahhh…"

Carla lifted her face from Brooklyn's neck to measure her progress. The skin was visibly segmented in square scales. The pale color of her skin was turning a sort of steel-blue color like on a gun or a knife. It consumed her breasts and surrounded those toughened teats of hers, initiating a frenzy of shakes and gasps. The only portion of her that went unchanged as far as Carla could see was Brooklyn's handsome, blushing face. It was wreathed in scales, still contorted by pleasure and adorned with those thick, nerdy glasses.

A chuckle rumbled out of Carla's throat. She pleased herself on the leathery texture of Brooklyn's body by grinding harder on her thigh. “See? I told you you'd be changing first. It's always the same no matter who opens it. You're too easy."

Brooklyn was huffing and puffing. Her eyes creaked open to see the cheeky look on Carla's face. She fixed her glasses with one clawed hand and gulped. “S-shut up. You're the easy one. Once you start changing, I'm going to make you cum your brains out."

Carla bit her lip. “I don't doubt it. But until then…" She dug her two fingers deeper into Brooklyn's quim. “Why don't you leave things to me?"

Brooklyn's head threw itself back. Her jaw was clenched before she was forced to open it, that doleful moan flying forth. “Hyuhhhhh~!" Her legs unraveled from Carla's, going into a wide stance that invited more fingering and displayed the scaley insides of her thick, supple thighs. They were bigger and longer now along with the rest of her legs and her arms. Her skeleton was growing across each piece, an arduous process made desirable by the graceful twirl of Carla's fingers on her fattening clit.

Carla rewarded her by sliding off to the side so that they were hip-to-hip. Carla laid her head on Brooklyn's collar and peered down the valley between her breasts, now covered with evenly spaced, horizontal scales that were a lighter tone than what covered the rest of her. Between those dense, muscular thighs she danced her finger around Brooklyn's sex pearl, enjoying the simmering grip of her chunky girl lips and the liquid arousal that sloshed and squished around.

It almost blinded Brooklyn to her transformation, now in the opening phases of removing her hominid features other than the face. She opened her eyes and saw a body that looked further away than normal thanks to the gradual telescoping of her neck. Hovering over her collar was Carla's grinning face; further below was her had churning between her legs. “Huhhh! Uhhhh… That feels so good. Ohhhhh…"

“I can tell," boasted Carla. “Think it'll make you cum?"

Brooklyn's head fell back into the pillows with a pout. “Mmmm… Yes…"

“Mmhmm, that's what I thought." Carla's gaze fell upon Brooklyn's tits and those noodly nipples jutting out of them like tiny sausages. The areolas were broad and covered in bumps. “I think I know what'll help," Carla said with naughty intent. She made eye contact with Brooklyn at the same time she descended her open mouth onto her teat and closed her lips around it.

That got the intended reaction. Brooklyn's enormous body heaved upwards, nearly heaving Carla off her. “Hyuhhhhhhh~!" It was like an explosion of delight that started in her breast and was mirrored in her loins. At once her entire body glowed with a joy so strong that her legs kicked and writhed about the mattress, her claw-shaped toenails grabbing and scraping at the sheets. Beneath the needy bellows of her voice was the rapid and wet ­tch-tch-tch of Carla suckling that fat teat with the tip of her tongue going in a lightning fast orbit. Her fingers were still at work on Brooklyn's clit, hooking and pulling that girthy sex organ so that a froth of thickish juices squelched and squished about her hand.

Brooklyn's moans grew sharper and quicker with her tummy and chest heaving. “Huh! Huh! Huh! Ohhh! I'm cumming! Yes! Huhhh! HUHHHHHHH~!" At the apex of her scale was the crash of her first orgasm. The resulting shockwave put her muscles through a quake that shook the entire bed and its frame. Her whole spine swung up into an arch, once more jutting her bosom into the air with the top of her head flat against the pillows. Out ripped a joyous caterwaul from the depths of her chest. Gurgling from her cunt was a flood of cummy waters that splashed Carla's hand and puddled across the sheet between her bulging, spasming thighs.

Carla stayed the course for as long as Brooklyn was cumming. Her fingers still dashed about the deluge and her mouth still suckled the teat. She maintained that blissful high until it couldn't sustain itself, thus sliding Brooklyn off into the aftershock. Her back settled into the mattress as she heaved each whimper and pout. Carla pried her lips off the nipple and pulled her fingers out that gushing swamp. Strands of thickish cum connected her digits to Brooklyn's pussy, now gnarled and gaped to show off that hot inner pink. Carla smiled up at her with all her smugness. “How was that, big girl?"

Brooklyn was still fighting to compose herself. Her neck, now long enough to bend in any direction she pleased, was curved to the side. Her glasses were half-knocked off her nose, one arm coming off her ear now that it was stretching out into a point. She licked her lips and gulped. One arm, now completely dominated with scales, came up to fix her glasses. The hand was big with fat fingers and dense, black claws. Both the upper arm and forearms were long, much like the giant, muscly legs that were splayed open with the feet hanging off the bed. The beginning of a long, blue dragon tail reached out from beneath her haunches and down her thighs. In the afterglow of her orgasm she could feel her body shifting again, something just as pleasant. “Mmmmm, pretty fucking good. Oooooh…"

Carla lifted her hand out of Brooklyn's crotch to display the sexual filth that it had been lathered in. Webbed between her fingers were curtains of that viscous girl cum, having a smell so potent it made both girls' noses twitch. “Yeah, I can tell."

Brooklyn's blush deepened, though she noticed something that brought back her conniving smile. “Mmm, it doesn't look like we're going to wait long for your turn."

Carla frowned up at her, not knowing what Brooklyn meant until she felt a familiar swell of sensations from out her core. Her eyes fluttered at the same time a gasp rolled into her. Like with Brooklyn the many hairs across her body started to disappear, leaving her skin perfectly smooth until it began to toughen and segment. The color replacing her pale pigmentation was an equally soft blue color, much like the sky. Its gentle leather texture came gradually enough that Brooklyn could barely see the changes even as it happened in front of her in real time. More dramatic was the swell of Carla's tits, now covered over in horizontal scales except for the pompous jut of her nipples.

Carla's face, spared any transformation for now, started to blush and contort. “Ohhh… Hahhh… I can… I can feel that. Ohhh…"

Brooklyn grinned. “Sure you can. Now here's something else you can feel." She grabbed Carla by the wrist, the same wrist that had been lodged in her crotch, then gently pulled Carla over to the side so the two could roll over and switch places with the majestic Brooklyn on top. Carla was growing rapidly, her bodily features changing in the same way Brooklyn's had, but she still had some ways to go. Brooklyn was by far the bigger dragon, able to blanket Carla in her reptilian shadow by grabbing the corners of the bed with her immense claws. Steeply swept wings were protruding from the flanks of Brooklyn's arms already, connected to her ribs by a translucent black membrane. She drowned Carla in her size and beauty. She smiled down at her with her inflated tits hanging and her growing dragon tail swaying. “Hi there~" she said coyly.

“Hi~" said Carla back, shaking a little. She felt her thong squeezing into her hips as they continued to swell. The continuous plating of her dermis tickled her something awful, but not nearly as much as the way Brooklyn hovered over her. Carla kept her legs, now bony and big, open, waiting for Brooklyn's inevitable entry. “What might you have planned for me?"

“For you?" Brooklyn tilted her head thoughtfully. She pushed her glasses back up her nose; they were starting to get uncooperative now that her ears were long and pointed like an elf's. Her once neatly combed head of blue hair spilled off the spine of her neck like a horse's mane. “For you I might just sit here and watch you transform. You're a lot sexier as a dragon, you know."

Carla's eyes drifted to Brooklyn's tits. They were huge now, hung low enough that the nipples tickled Carla. Beyond them were Brooklyn's legs, now bulging with muscles so powerful that the sinews seemed ready to burst through the ebony scales with even the most minute movements. The ankles were traveling upwards with the extension of her feet. So did the knees, coming much closer to the pelvis. Between them both was her slavering cunt, radiating that needy heat so closely that Carla felt ready to melt even with her own pulsing arousal. Beyond all of that swayed Brooklyn's tail, looking so long that it might knock something over far off in the apartment. Carla never felt smaller. Carla never felt hornier. “Right back at you," she said shakily.

Brooklyn descended upon her, that massive dragon body blanketing Carla in its scaley weight and warmth from her collar to her hips. That mass of heated girlflesh between Brooklyn's legs pressed into Carla's, joining their sexes at last and drawing a sharp gasp out of them both. Brooklyn's overwhelming temperature felt ready to scald Carla if not for her own growing heat. She wrapped her arms around Brooklyn's torso, about a foot shy of touching hands on her rigid, scaley back. Those huge dragon tits were settled on her chest and collar, flattening out just enough that they swelled into Carla's neck and the underside of her jaw. Carla trembled hard. “Mmm… Oh God… Huhhh… That's so hot. Mmmm…"

“Mmmm, I know it is." Brooklyn used the muscles in her giant thighs and haunches to hump and Grind softly. She watched as those sky blue scale crept up the flanks of Carla's head and encroached onto the scalp. Those gorgeous red locks of hair started to retract slowly to unveil the new reptilian texture of her scalp. Her face remained untouched, though it lifted out of Brooklyn's bosom with the slow stretch of her neck. “How's it feel?"

Under Brooklyn's crushing weight were those blossoming sensations. The tender pull on her skin, the aches and pops of her bones growing, and the blowtorch of arousal that applied itself to her cunny. Those thick legs of hers made their way down the mattress, growing bonier and more muscular. The feet lengthened, so did the toes and the claws until they were something like big, clubbed stompers. The ankle rose to where the mid-shin was. The knee came up too. It became difficult for her to keep her legs out straight with how her body was reconfiguring itself. Soon they were tilting up into the air behind Brooklyn's rear end on both sides of her tail. Carla had one of her own growing out. It wagged and bent at the tip with her excitement, a line of crooked spines and warts rising to the surface of the scales.

She whimpered. “Huhhh… It's good… Ugh… I feel so bloated. Nnnn… It's nice."

“I know it is. You look gorgeous." Brooklyn was forced to reposition herself as Carla grew larger. When Carla's legs started tilting upwards Brooklyn lifted her hips and deftly slid her legs inbetween Carla's to mount her more properly. Their cunts mashed together with Carla's more appropriate to Brooklyn's size. The doughy swell of their haunches were flattened on one another's. Brooklyn started humping her slowly, the wet squish of their soaked flowers echoing from out their intermeshed pelvises. She caressed the top of Carla's head where her hair was still thinning. Replacing it were a pair of stubby horns that rose like knots out of her head before growing sharp points and earning steep curves. Surrounding them were about a dozen tiny bone warts that looked like moles and skin tags. “I even like your little warts. They're cute."

“My what?" A concerned Carla lifted her hand up to her head. Her beefy, clawed fingers bumped into one of the horns as it continued to spiral out of her head. Further south was her bald scalp and the bumpy, erratic landscape of tough warts she felt. “Oh nooooo!" She pouted her lip. “I don't want these! Let's open another bottle."

“Noooo! Don't be silly." Brooklyn rubbed the top of Carla's head, tickling her palm on the many tiny protrusions. “I said I thought it was cute. Besides, I'm not corking the bottle we got now and starting another one, not when we're this deep into the transformation anyway. We're both practically there already."

Carla whined. “I know." She poked one particularly big mole and grimaced. “I just don't like these things. They're ugly."

Brooklyn just smiled and craned her neck down to give Carla a kiss right on the top of her head. “Hush. I like them, that means we're keeping them. You'd be pretty even if you were the horniest, wartiest dragon of them all."

Carla looked away embarrassed, if a little flattered too. “Thanks, I guess."

“Don't mention it." Brooklyn put an end to the discussion by closing her eyes and kissing Carla on the mouth. That succeeded in silencing the two lovers, putting them into a gentle make out session where their lips smacked and the tips of their forked dragon tongues sparred. Carla had caught up with Brooklyn in size, though her shape was portlier and softer with that unmistakably draconid posture. Unlike Brooklyn's wings that grew from the forelimbs, Carla's grew separately from the back, sweeping across both sides of the mattress to an incredible span, their dense blue membranes webbed with spines like flagpoles, capable of launching the behemoth woman into flight.

But she had no plans of going anywhere right now, not when her lover was attached to her so possessively, their tongues wound up in a slobbery double helix. Brooklyn humped slowly and deeply. A river of cunny juices bled down the inner flanks of Carla's buttocks, both hers and Brooklyn's. The sheet beneath them was soaked, darkened by a puddle of sex juice that spread from edge to edge and rendered it see through. At the apex of their mashed cavities jutted their clits, long and girthy pearls that peeked from the corners of flesh. They would glance off one another every so often, eliciting a moan from either woman, Carla more dramatically.

It was too much for her eventually. She ripped her mouth from Brooklyn's and inhaled deeply. “Huhhhhhh… Oh fuck… Ohhh, that's so good. I can't wait anymore. I gotta… I gotta…" One arm unwrapped itself from Brooklyn's back and wriggled its way between where those two big dragon bellies were mushed together. The tip of her middle finger found her pussy and dug inside, instantly homing in on that engorged clit and gently closing her two fingers on it. “Nyuhhh~" Her hips started bucking on reflex. Gradually she started carving her fingers in and out that slot of hot flesh until she struck a rhythm of sharp jabs and heavy hooks that had her moaning loudly. “Huhhh! Hyuhhh! Ahhhhhh~!"

It had some effect on Brooklyn too with her bits pressed up against Carla so intimately. She moaned softly and began shoving into the twirl of Carla's finger. “Mmmf… That feels good… Ohhh… Are you gonna cum?"

That much should've been obvious with how loudly Carla was moaning. Her head was whipping and swooning about, knocking her horns against the headrest and directing her wails every which way. “Huhhh! Uhhh! Yes! Mmmmm… Oh fuck… Fuck me… Yes… Oh God, please… Uhhhhhhh~!"

Brooklyn happily obeyed, escalating her thrusts into a cadence that had the entire bedframe rocking and creaking beneath them. She was moaning too, her human face with its jaw open and the tongue lolling. Her glasses hung at the very tip of her nose, threatening to fall off after all that hard work to keep it on. Without slowing her roll, she angled her head backwards until the frame slid back into place, allowing her to see her lover squirm and holler beneath her. “Mmmm… Yeah… Oh fuck… Uhhhh… Keep fingering it like that. Oh God…" Just humping into Carla's hand was like when she was being fingered earlier. The scrape of their belly scales and the mutual poke of their nipples brought them back into that body-wide high.

It was ready to explode in Carla, an event heralded by the sudden crescendo in her moans. “Huhhh! Uhhhhh! HUHHHHHH~! YES! OHHHHHH, I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!"

Brooklyn fucked harder, heaving her giant rump into the air and then slamming it home, plapping out the great sea of fluids that had congealed between them. Waves rolled through their curves with each impact, each one echoing through the apartment and beyond with their meaty force. SCHUP! SCHUP! SCHUP! SCHUP! SCHUP! “Huhhh… That's it… Cum for me… Wanna… Mmmm… Make you cum! Yes!"

It was Carla's turn to obey. With a final deep pull on her clit she achieved climax, one that made her head fly backwards and strike the pillows with her horns. A piercing caterwaul ripped out of her, one that tugged at her throat and tore the cords. Stomach heaved up into her lover, there hissed a torrent of hot cunny waters that splashed and gurgled violently. Sharp needle-streams of that crystalline sex product splintered off the slopes of their inner thighs, piddling onto the sheets and dribbling across the hardwood floor several feet away from the foot of the bed.

Brooklyn stayed where she was the whole time, pleasing herself on the sudden geyser of squirt that blasted in and around her own swamped cavity. She stopped humping, but did not ease off the pressure, keeping their obese cunt lips squashed together for as long as Carla was still cumming. She let out a satisfied coo and lowered her face onto Carla's so she could kiss around her face. “Mmm, that's it. Huhhhhh… I love that."

So did Carla, though through the flesh-shivering bliss of such a screaming orgasm she didn't quite have the means to articulate it. She shied away from Brooklyn's kissed, her human face beet-red. “Huhhh! Nyuhhh! Mmmm! Fuck! Oh fuck! Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~" Her climax petered out eventually, though not before the sound of wet drips coming off the bed onto the hardwood. The entire apartment reeked of her sex, that sweetly metallic smell Brooklyn took as a sign of triumph. It embarrassed Carla something awful, nearly as much as the venomously gross sounds her pussy made during all of it. “Ohhhhh… Get off me," she whined.

Brooklyn was taken aback. “Get off you? Why?"

Carla hid her blushing face by turning it to the side. “I'm embarrassed."

Brooklyn laughed. “Ohhh, there's nothing to be embarrassed about and you know it. I love it when you cum your brains out like that."

“Mmf, me too."

“I wasn't lying when I said I'd make you do it. Like you said, I know you too well."

A scoff from Carla. “Shut up and roll over. My arm's stuck."

Brooklyn maneuvered herself off Carla to her left. She couldn't quite roll over as asked given her massive size, that which outsized the entire mattress. She was forced into a sideways shuffle, careful of where her wings and tail went so as not to knock anything over. There was a reason the floor surrounding the mattress was mostly bereft of any more furniture. Brooklyn stood on her fours next to the bed, drips of cunny waters falling off her crotch. Her long, muscular forelimbs stood at a wide stance, able to grab like any human's could, but more suited for running and flying.

Carla was able to pull her hand from out her crotch, bringing with it the thickish clot of girl cream that was lathered on the palm and fingers. Delight fizzed throughout her muscles, visibly twitching the sinews in her thighs and making her big belly cave in slightly. Her tits had swollen into something colossal, each one hanging over their respective sides ever so slightly, those long, tender nipples still pointing in the air gaily. A hiss sucked through Carla's teeth as an errant gust of AC brushed her chest, exciting those hypersensitive teats. She rubbed her left breast. “God, I can feel my nipples changing finally." Her eyes started to float aimlessly while the lids fluttered. “Ohhh,, yeah… I'm in the final stages. Ohhhh, fuck. We're gonna do something about this. Mmm."

Brooklyn noticed it in herself now that the excitement had died down. A cursory examination of her breast with one hand brought a burst of sensations through her areola, one that made her floor muscle clench and her pussy fizzle with delight. She bit her lip. “Yeah, so am I. Hahhh…" She looked at the big and beautiful Carla still supine on the bed, her pretty white face wreathed in the more gnarly design of her dragon body. “You want me to climb back on?"

“No. I can move," Carla claimed, though she was a tad clumsy rolling herself off the bed with those half-numbed legs still stuck in the afterglow. Once on her fours off the bed she shuffled over to her lover, breasts wobbling along the way, her best pair of bedroom eyes on. Her broad blue wings flared out behind her at their full majesty. The thick reptile tail swayed behind her, warts and all. “Hey there, beautiful," she said playfully. “Mind if I get a handful?"

Brooklyn tried not to snicker. She returned the sexy look and reared up on her legs, reaching full height with that explosive rack thrusted in front of her, the nipples staring back at Carla invitingly. “Help yourself, handsome~"

Carla joined Brooklyn's height by standing on her hindlegs. She closed the gap with her arms extended, reaching for those bountiful jugs and sinking her fingers into their scaley immensity. The nipples poked into her palms and sank into the areolas. That sent a shockwave through Brooklyn. Her seductive smile split open into an erotic O upon her moan. Carla took it upon herself to close her face in on Brooklyn's interrupting that note of joy with her mouth. I continued muffled within their conjoined lips where it hummed with a nice buzz. Their necks were craned high in the air where they kissed each other softly. The pinnacle of Carla's horns hovered within inches of the ceiling as her head would turn this way and that with the gentle movements of her mouth.

Brooklyn whimpered throughout. They would grow loud whenever their mouths parted for a breath just to become muffled again when the girls resumed. Carla was massaging her breasts, leaving no portion of those bombastic mammaries uncovered or ungroped. Every glance against her teats was another burst of pleasure that made her shiver and squeak. The last of her transformation was taking place there and on her face. The dark scales of her head began shrinking around her features at the same time her supremely touchy nipples were shrinking. It was a heavenly feeling, like riding the plateau of an orgasm in her chest. Carla knew how to make it feel the best it could, using her thumb and the knuckle of her index fingers to gently pinch and tweak what remained of her nips.

Brooklyn wouldn't let the favor go unreturned. At the same time her mouth fell open to unleash an onslaught of tongue into Carla's mouth she reached for her lover's chest and outright grabbed both knockers. Her reptilian hands looked small when latched to those enormous chest globes. She caught the teats in the crook of her thumbs, squeezing and rolling them around at an assertive pace.

Carla's jaw was hung open by the invasion of Brooklyn's maw. From it bellowed a choked cry of delight, one that echoed off the contours of Brooklyn's growing dragon snout. Within the final stages herself, Carla felt every bit of Brooklyn's touch as the vice versa. Beyond the boundaries of her deeply blushing face she felt the scales of her neck creeping onto her cheeks, stifling the intense heat that had grown there with her pleasure and embarrassment. She trembled on her hindlegs, rattling the floorboards beneath her and threatening to come toppling over. Brooklyn wasn't about to let her, not when the two of them were enjoying themselves so much.

Their kisses turned chaotic, becoming kisses only in name. It was but the mash of lips and the battle of tongues. Spittle wrung their mouths and drooled off their chins, splatting on the floor beneath them. Just as secretive were their womanhoods. It pleased them so much to have their breasts played with that it may as well have been their clits, that which quivered inside the swamp of their girl wounds linked to the floor by an oozing column of molten sex juice. Puddles of it grew between both their legs though not to the same extent that their crudely mashing mouths built saliva.

It wasn't enough to fondle each other. In a mutual surge of arousal, they slammed bodies together, chest to chest, belly to belly. Whumpf! Arms around each other, breasts flattened, necks bent into steep arc to maintain their frothing kisses, the two women made love. Rolls of flesh would shake and wobble off the hump and grind of their bodies. Their feet claws scraped at the floor. Between the breathy fog that wafted from their faces were moans loud and needy. Trapped between the mush of their giant breasts were the nipples rubbing, frotting, feeding into each other's white-hot delight as they made the final descent, vanishing behind a sheet of smooth belly scales.

The vestiges of their humanity were quickly melting away. It happened all at once, each feature stretching and warping out from the central cranium in a coordinated destruction and recreation of their features. With the lengthening of their snouts grew sharp, conical fangs for stabbing and gripping. The brows hardened into a thick ridge of bone that shadowed the eyes and their pupils which thinned into sharp slits. They grew different noses according to the species they became. With Brooklyn's hardened beak were lips of solid black bone and keratin left with two thin slits for her nostrils. Carla's was at the end of a more regular snout, albeit with cloven nostrils possessing folds upon folds of olfactory nerves dining on the bountiful smell of her girlfriend. Whipping from the flanks of her upper lip were long tendrils like the whiskers of a catfish; they waved and swung in the air astride her head excitedly on their own accord.

It was the pinnacle of bodily sensation, having their facial features so brutally pulled upon and changed. The encroachment of scales, the grind and bloat of bone, and the continuous lash of their tongues all bellowed together into a symphony of sensations blinding to the mind. The fervor of their kisses previous had not known passion in comparison to what they levied upon each other now. In a mutual letting go of all inhibitions they mauled one another. Beyond just kissing, they crashed their open maws and whipping tongues. Out of them roared a cacophony of roars and moans. Strands of spittle split and swung wildly as they would crash and scissor their jaws like animals courting. In such a furious and melting glow they couldn't hope to let their passions fall flat. This far and this heated, they wouldn't stop even if the whole world tried to make them.

It was when the very ends of their teats retreated into their breasts that their orgasms struck full force and in unison. That delight in them exploded, running through every nerve and muscle to spark a mighty quake between them. Their mouths parted at last to heave their wails at the ceiling. There was the sudden hissing of waters and the thumping impacts on the floor below. Every muscle clenched, their sharp claws raking at each other's backs and further scraping away the hardwood. Their heads, now fully dragon, swooped apart in a dramatic swoon before swinging back forward and draping over their necks in a tight embrace to withstand the vehement climaxes.

The apartment was left marked by their sex, both the smells and the sounds. The vapor from the bottle was but an odor on the wind compared to the metallic sex stench that billowed so freely. A veritable pond had been built between them, wetting their toes and reflecting them. They stood panting in the afterglow for some time, neither of them strong enough or really willing to let go. It felt too good to share that bodily bliss, one they loathed to feel slipping from them.

Brooklyn spoke first. “Ohhh… Huhhh… Oh God… Oh, that was incredible. Mmmm…"

Carla wiggled her giant rump with a whimper. “Hnnnnnn… Yes it was. Huhhhhh…"

The two of them lifted their heads from their backs and saw each other for the first time in their new dragon bodies. Despite the drastic changes, there remained some semblance of their human features, especially in the eyes. Brooklyn giggled. “Look at you, you're so cute. I like this body on you."

Carla hummed in agreement. “Mmm, it does feel nice and plump. You should look at yourself. You look awesome."

“Thanks. I feel awesome, especially now that I just came so fucking hard."

“You're telling me. I can barely feel my legs." Carla squeezed Brooklyn tighter, bumping their boobies together. “Mind helping me to the bed?"

“If you help me, sure." The two dragonesses meandered over to the bed just a few feet away. It looked positively tiny with their new sizes, but that was no deterrent to lying down on it. Brooklyn went first, curling herself up into a big crescent while leaving as much of the mattress open as she could. Carla wriggled in right next to her. The couple cuddled up to each other, their big bellies reunited, their giant, muscular limbs tied. Their snouts met each other in the middle as their long, scaley necks curved to form a heart shape.

“Today was awesome," Carla said before tapping her beak on Brooklyn's.

“Mmm, yes it was." She tapped Carla back. “Do you want me to plug the bottle so we don't ruin anything? I don't wanna move in my sleep and maybe knock something over."

Carla thought about it. She gave Brooklyn's back a squeeze. “No, leave it open. I wanna hold onto you like this for the rest of the night."

Brooklyn smiled. “Yeah, me too. I love you."

“I love you too."

Then they leaned their heads closer to their chests, crossing necks and holding each other tightly. Bathing in the afterglow of their love, they both fell asleep, a pair of majestic dragons madly in love with each other.

THE END