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The hot sun beamed down on Stephen's short, swept back auburn hair and shined right into his hazel eyes. He thought it was utter bull shit as he stood outside the paleontology recovery and research center in Nevada. Even though he was pretty muscular, he still had a spare tire, probably what was making him so hot in his short sleeve polo and his cargo shorts. It was so stupid to make anyone wear casual formal wear in the middle of a dessert. Stephen was only there for the extra credit.

As everyone in the group walked inside, they all gawked at the numbers of bones and giant models of dinosaurs and other prehistoric creatures. But as they neared a room towards the back, Stephen nearly drooled at the awesomeness of a giant machine with cylinders and a spinning turbine. In the center of it all, was a large glass box with what looked like bone and skin fragments inside. All of a sudden it started to power up, shocking a few people. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present our latest research, the DNA Analysis and Replicator." an elderly scientist shouted over the machine. All of a sudden the cylinders started to glow and massive bolts of energy burst around the turbines. "It is designed to analyze and then replicate the DNA in dead tissue before injecting it into a host such as the modern chicken egg." Without warning, the machine suddenly went crazy and the floor began to shack. And then the glass in the center of the machine cracked. Stephen didn't even get to take a step back, an easy target for the wave of energy coming at him. He was the only one thrown through a marble archway, the only thing that spared his life as huge chunks fell from the once impressive dome like ceiling. Hitting his head hard, Stephen saw a flash of green before everything slowly faded from sight.

When he finally awoke, Stephen blinked as he looked around the hospital bedroom. "You're finally awake!" The doctor standing over him smiled. "Awake from what?" he groaned, rubbing his body because he was sore all over. "There was an accident in the paleontology center, you are very lucky to be here with us Stephen." He looked around once again, feeling confused. "We did all sorts of tests after the accident and it seems you are perfectly fine...for now. In fact, based on your past medical information, you seem to be doing excellent. We would like you to stick around for a little while longer before heading home. The hospital has a fine hotel we could house you in for the next few days?" He barely took in most of the doctor's words. He just nodded and muttered, "Yeah sure... is it just me or is it freezing in here?" The doctor was surprised by the question, "Uh...well... no, it's actually quite comfortable.

After setting up an account with one of the hospital hotel rooms, Stephen walked outside with his new hospital loaned clothes, a loose gray hood with a pair of loose gray sweats and some sneakers, tugging and tying the strings on them tight. Even with all that on, he grabbed his body as he stepped outside, standing in the shade under the huge arch that covered the entrance to the hotel. He was freezing cold, even in the warm Nevada climate. Rubbing his arms, he saw his hands, his veins bulging blue. Moving forward and out into the sun, he got a sudden rush of energy, like the life had been pumped back into him. "Oh wow..." he murmured, holding his arms out as if he was absorbing the sunlight. He felt his heart pound in his chest...and in between his legs. Embarrassed and crossing his legs, he tried to hide the six inch boner tenting his pants, "Damn sweats!"

Stephen was starving. Apparently during the four days he had been out cold, he was only fed a pasty substance along with milk and water. Now he was craving real food. Walking into the nearest burger place, he nearly rushed to the counter and smiled at the girl at the register, "I'll take a number two and a number six please." Sitting down at a table in the back away from the front counter, he dug into his food real fast, barely removing the wrapper. For some reason though, he couldn't just dive in. His nostrils hovered over the chicken sandwich; he savored the smell of dead, baked chicken. Licking his lips with his big tongue, he lashed out with it, running his tongue over the meaty bits and along the bun. He didn't notice it but he was drooling from that wicked tongue, thick saliva falling towards his hood. Then without hesitation, he chomped at the sandwich, taking two huge bites and then tossing his head back, swallowing what was in his mouth whole.

When he unwrapped the burger, his mind told him he was going to favor the bun so he peeled them off. Like the chicken, he chomped the patties of meat in large bites, tossing his head back and swallowing most of it whole. The grease and meaty juices flowed down his chin and even down his neck. Savoring the taste of meat in his mouth, Stephen gasped from satisfaction, wiping his greasy hands over his chest, dirtying the hood. Throwing his debit card down on the front counter, he eyed the girl and said, "Three more sixes please!"

As Stephen slid his key card into the door slot, he uttered a moan as he pushed open the door, using its handle to support himself. He stumbled into the room, slamming it shut as he felt a sharp pressure building up in his bowels. Rushing into the bathroom, he grabbed hold of the handicap bar as he pulled his sweats down. Relieving him, most of the muscles in his body strained. Unknown to him, a multitude of diamond shaped patterns were creeping out from the right side of his chest all the way to his hands, his eyes shifting, his round pupils becoming more like slits. Gasping with relief, he rose off the toilet after wiping and stumbled into the small room where he would be staying for the next few days. Lying belly down on the single twin bed in the corner, he wouldn't even bother taking off his clothes. It was freezing anyway.

Pain racked through Stephen's body as he kneeled on the bed, the throbbing in the back of his skull the thing that woke him up. He felt pins and needles running up and down his arms and legs. Wanting to find out what was causing it, he pulled back his sleeves, crying out because of what he saw, "What the fuck!" Writhing in pain, he looked back down at his forearms, terrified by the almost zig zag black markings forming in his flesh. Adjusting in the bed, he pulled up his pant legs and saw the same thing along his thighs and shins in the moonlight. He leaped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom, pushing through the sensations running through his body. Turning on the bathroom light, he peeled off his clothes, examining every inch of his body.

A few days ago, he would have been overjoyed to see the solid four pack forming on his flat stomach, but all he could worry about was the changes happening to his body. As the pins and needles feeling stopped, he moaned helplessly as he saw them. There were the black markings forming over his chest and back, some thicker than others. But as he put his hand to his chest, he held his breath at the sight of red scales forming from his armpit to the center of his chest, taking over much of his shoulder. He suddenly gasped, reaching up to rub his jaw. Propping his mouth open, he reached up to touch his tooth, only to pull his finger back as he felt something cut into his skin. Eyes widening, he watched as his teeth slowly grew sharper in the mirror, the calcium building up over its self until his mouth was filled with two rows of razor sharp fangs.

Stephen franticly paced around the room, running his palm over the scaly bits of his skin while fingering the markings on his arms. "What do I do? What do I do damn it? I need help but...people can't see me like this! They'll treat me like a freak!" His stomach suddenly growled and tied up, "No! This isn't the right time to be hungry!" The more he paced, the more tired he seemed to get. It was when he was exhausted did he even think about laying back down on the bed. "I'll just have to figure this out in the morning. It can't get much worse that fast..."

The next morning, Stephen still didn't know what to do. His appetite was unimaginable as he stepped through the door of the diner. But as he looked through the menu, every wheat based item was looking less and less appetizing to him. After a while, he just decided on the Morning Meat Lover's Platter, hiding his face under the hood and avoiding the gaze of the waitress. Devouring layers of various meats like bacon, sausage, turkey, and ham, he had to lay his head down for a good five minutes. "How can people eat that stuff..." he groaned to himself. When the check came, he laid his debit card down again and headed out. He felt like he couldn't be more hopeless as he approached an alley coming up. Then it hit him.

Falling over into the alley between the diner and a thrift store, he bellowed as his entire body itched like crazy. His skin started to crawl and when he looked at his hands, he whimpered at the sight of the red scales in his palms and along a few of his fingers. Gnashing his fangs together, he grunted furiously as he felt his body straining against his clothes. Opening his mouth wide and giving an inhuman screech like roar, he fell flat on the dirty ground, losing all control of his body as almost every muscle jumped and twitched. Slamming his fist into the ground, he watched as his arm bulged and came close to tearing through his sleeve. He groaned as he felt the sweats tighten around his ass and legs, giving off a sort of hiss as he felt them strain around his bulging sac. His entire body ached and felt like stones, each muscle feeling like it had a tear in it after he had almost doubled in girth. He lay there for some time, lucky to be covered by the shadow of the building, not wanting anyone to see him like this.

All Stephen felt like he could do for the next two days was eat and sleep, realizing that telling anyone about this would have him ending up as some lab subject. He took advantage of the room the hospital had given him. But two days later when the doctor called, they came looking for him on the third day when he didn't show up for his appointment. The fifth day, his key stopped working and he never went back to the hotel.

Over a week after he had left the hospital, the red scales covered most Stephen's body, leaving everything about his jaw and a few patches on his stomach and feet. His entire body smelled of a thick body odor and musk. Bellowing out a few grunts as he leaned against the alley wall, he reached into his stretched sweats and fondled his leaking cock. Whatever was happening to him was making him extremely horny most of the days. Fondling himself, he grunted and held his breath as he felt like he had just been tapped in the balls. Revealing his crotch all the way, he jumped as he watched his balls being pulled into his body by two thick slits of skin, his mushroom head fading into his shaft as his stretched, eleven inch long, four inch thick cock faded into a pinkish purple color. As he watched, he felt a familiar feeling spread through him, moaning out loud, mixed tears forming in his eyes as he bucked his hips, the thin line in his new cock shooting out heavy globs of cum all over his thigh. Breathing hard, he was glad to at least feel one familiar experience of joyous relief, a toothy grin forming on his face.

Two days later, Stephen stumbled out of the diner, the older waitress pushing behind him. His debit card was declined when he went to pay for his dinner. He was only lucky enough to have finished his last meal there. He could barely walk away from the establishment, his feet dragging as he tried to move on. Somehow he could feel it coming. Barely making it out into the hills away from real civilization, Stephen grabbed his head, coming close to digging his blackening nails into his skull, he screamed as he raised his fingertips before his face. Their bones cracked and shift, his skin stuck together as he brought them together. His nails seemed to fuse together, merging and forming long, deadly claws.

He placed them back on his skull when he felt a burning in his jaw. Shrieking in pain, he tossed his head about, trying to shake away the feeling as his forehead merged into his nose, then his upper lip, and finally, both his upper and lower jaw stretched away from his skull, his lips thickening as the scales spread over them, black in color like the markings on his body. He fell forward, feeling his ankles snap, giving way beneath him. They disturbing tugged at his scaled flesh as they moved away from his soles, leaving only the balls and thickening toes on his feet. Grinding his teeth, he bellowed as sharp, knife like claws pierced his blunt toe nails, scraping into the ground as his digits merged together into three thick toes, first the left foot, and then the right. Digging his three clawed fingers into the dust and sand beneath him, his massive jaw fell open in a silent scream as he felt his spine jutting against his skin just above his ass, his body naturally rocking back and forth as the nub growing there grew larger and large until with a loud slurping sound a tail snaked it's way to the ground, still covered in his bodily fluids. Tired from the sudden changes unleashed upon him and the power of the cooling night on his cold blooded body, Stephen shuffled his body in the warm sands beneath him, his scales absorbing the heat baked into the ground, keeping the new born tyrant king comfortable.

Two weeks later, a wobbly old pickup truck drove along a rock path that lead up to an area of fenced in cattle. When it stopped, a skinny young kid with tanned skin, black hair, and brown eyes ran up to the large figure kneeling over the fence. It looked like it might give at any moment under his large frame. The teenager took hold of the figure's gloved three fingered hand and touched his arm, "Hey Stephen, are you ready to head in?" The figure that stood about seven odd feet tall turned around and faced the teenaged boy's father, a man with graying hair and a scruffy beard. The man looked up at the figure wearing a heavily baggy shirt and jeans, his scaly red arms barely revealed amongst bits of cloth stitched together to make a sort of cape or poncho, "I figure my wife will let you dine with us tonight this time." Stephen adjusted his rancher hat out of his sight so that he could see the man better, "I'd really like that Mr. Ross, thanks." he spoke in his deep, rumbling voice. Those slit like amber eyes of his still gave the rancher the chills, "Well, we all have our problems and I don't think she has the right to judge." Mr. Ross was quick to break the gaze with the scaly, making his way for the truck. "Hey Adam, is your dad still scared of me?" Stephen asked, looking down at the kid which barely reached the bottom of his chest. The rancher's son made the little bit hand motion, "You are almost two feet taller than all of us, but you are a nice guy...and it's good to have someone big like you around." The big dinosaur's foot-talons left heavy imprints in the dust as they walked towards the truck, "Oh...well I guess that's good." he chuckled. They soon drove off with Stephen sitting in the back, watching the sun set with his big tail hanging over the side of the truck.

End.