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Sam really didn't like being alone like this. Being alone meant thinking; and thinking always meant staring off into space and dwelling on problems. Not the simple mundane ones like 'What's for dinner?' or 'What's on TV?'. No, Sam's brain dug deep when it was bored and always dredged up the worst possible ones. Like, 'Why can't I meet someone?' or 'Is this how I'm going to spend the rest of my life?' Though they were all eclipsed by the big one. The mother of all questions that Sam often tried to forget...

...the 'Why don't I have a penis?' question.

The answer was obvious, of course. Sam was a girl and girls don't have ... those. Of course Sam didn't really have much else about her that was girly, so that was hardly a fair comparison. Flat chested and always insistent on short hair and jeans, she'd often been mistaken for a guy. It was an image she wanted to cultivate. However, the rounded hips and distinct lack of a broad, hairy, muscled chest meant that aside from the occasional deception, she remained female.

She didn't have a problem with women, she just didn't want to be one.

The maintenance, the dealing with moronic frat guys making off-handed comments about her lack of breasts, the endless lectures on the virtues of pink and frills ... it all drove her mad. All through her life, though, that's what she'd been told being a girl was all about.

In the real world however, she'd come to her senses. It wasn't quite as pink and black as she'd first thought. This offered some comfort and she figured, at first, she simply wasn't the average girly girl. 'There are plenty of those in the world', she'd tell herself, 'so I'm not weird for bucking that.'

However, that didn't wind up being the case.

Sure, she liked guys. She liked them quite a bit. She just didn't like the idea of getting together with them as a girl.

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips. This was exactly why she hated being alone. All these mixed feelings and weird ... urges.

Her brain wasn't done yet, however.

Now it turned to the darker secret. The one that made her seemingly malformed daily life seem simplistic in comparison.

She lusted after the Sobe lizard guy.

She didn't know why or how this strange infatuation started but ever since she saw the corporate character skiing on a mountain or catching a wave, she felt a little tingle. He was everything she wanted to be; strong and active, not to mention ripped and sleek. She saved labels from the bottles and secreted them away in the drawers and boxes in her room. By now it seemed like just another way of coping with something she'd never get to be. Heck if she was going to fantasize, why not simply take it completely out of the realm of reality and enjoy it?

It was a small comfort that prevented her from simply dialing up the loony bin and checking herself in.

After a few moments of soul searching she'd had enough. She'd been meaning to swing by Simon's and lean on a sympathetic ear for a while. Lately, though, he'd been unavailable. She figured he'd gotten involved in something and holed himself away but he had the decency to answer the phone even when he was nose-deep in a project. Confusion had lead to concern and so she set out up the stairs to his apartment's door.

Reaching it she found that not only was it unlocked but partly open. Cautiously, she stepped inside and looked around.

The place was much the same as the last time. Not exactly clean but the mess was kept to a minimum. There was no sign of Simon or anyone else inside but it seemed strange for him to be so unconcerned about the locks if he wasn't going to be home. Out of some friendly bonding need, she decided she should stay. It felt awkward but she planted herself on his couch anyway; she didn't feel safe simply leaving the apartment open and empty.

It was then that she noticed something sitting on the coffee table.

It was a small, black orb resting lopsidedly against a stack of magazines. The object itself seemed so peculiar since it had no stand or apparent purpose. She reached out and tapped it with a fingertip, pulling away as the rubbery shell dented for a moment before springing back.

"What the hell?" She poked at the ball again like it was some sort of dead animal.

The whole thing seemed to be like a giant superball. A giant, black superball that Simon had never shown her before but was now just casually sitting on the coffee table like it owned the place. Gingerly she picked it up and rolled it around in her palm. There was something oddly entrancing and soothing about it, which probably meant it was some kind of office toy Simon had picked up off the net in a fit of whimsy. She chuckled and stared at it for a moment, catching her dull reflection in it's smooth surface.

Eventually she got bored with the sphere and dropped it into her lap. She sank back into the couch, still idly wondering where the hell Simon was and what was going on. Her thighs bounced as the ball rolled around in her lap, a nervous habit she'd picked up from her hyperactive youth, as her gaze wandered over the living room. Unconsciously, she found herself looking at a bottle on the counter of the kitchen. She herself had gotten Simon hooked on the stuff as a way of trying to mainstream her quiet obsession, so it was hardly surprising to see one. This time, though, when she felt that tingle from looking at the lizard on the label, mostly undressed and leaning into a wave, it seemed to be more intense.

Her legs stopped fidgeting as she felt something begin to spread over them. The ball in her lap had desolidifed and was now a puddle of goo spread across her new jeans. As she attempted to peel it off it became almost adhesive, tearing off in chunks on the tips of her fingers. Suddenly the ooze began to drift, sliding up over the waistband of her pants and disappearing beneath the fabric. Now she was in full panic mode. What in the hell was this stuff?

A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the smooth material begin to spread over her groin and snake up under her shirt. Warm and strangely calming, she could barely move as it pressed smoothly into her moistening passage. Her hands fell to the couch as more of it trailed upwards, rippling beneath her t-shirt. Soon it had engulfed her neck and trailed down along her shoulders, leaving every inch of her body aching. It was then that she could feel something strange through the haze. A pressure was building in her groin, arching beneath the smooth fabric of her underwear and up against the fly of her jeans. Her hands, partly covered in the inky ooze, darted down to relieve the tightness, unfastening the button and zipping down the fly. There, pressing rather obviously against the black silk of her panties, was the outline of a very thick cock.

Her fingertips trailed over it in a daze, eliciting a groan as she could feel the texture of the fabric against it. Before she could do anything, the ooze began to pulse against her body. A rush of new hormones began to flood through her bloodstream as she felt her body grow heavy. Rising from beneath her new appendage, a thick swell of flesh outlined her new, internalized balls. Pulsing in time with the swollen shaft between her legs, she could feel them ache with need. The rhythm signaled something else as well. Without thinking, she splayed back against the couch, whimpering between clenched teeth. As every breath passed her lips, a dull ache grew from the center of her chest outwards. Beneath the soft skin her vastly underused pectorals began to swell with newfound power. Bulking up with every second, her once flat chest began to widen into prime athletic form. Once slender biceps began to writhe as the rapid addition of muscle tissue pulled her now rubberized skin taut. Her hands gripped the couch tightly as inky black talons grew from where her ill-kept fingernails once were. Soon the ill-fitting clothing she was wearing could hold no more and the flimsy t-shirt that had been pulled nearly skin tight against her finally burst open under the strain. The inky ooze shifted to a greenish tint as the surrounding air touched it's still rubbery shell. Within only a moments of exposure it's texture began to shift as well, fine scales rising from it and spreading rapidly over Sam's body. Her jeans faired no better as the thick cords that wrapped around her thighs burst the denim at the seams, leaving it to fall to her now broad, three-toed and clawed feet in pieces. The panties strained against her growing erection and the supple curves of her now densely muscled backside. Her mouth opened wide as the ooze began to craft a snout; sleek, shapely and definitely reptilian. It wasn't quite done yet, though. Arching from above those twin muscled buttocks, a thick tail pressed the waistband of the silken undergarment downwards. Broad and dexterous, it swayed slowly behind Sam.

As suddenly as the changes has started, they now faded. Sam glanced around through slitted eyes, her ... his gaze now falling on a reflection in the window.

No longer an awkward girl, Sam was a powerful lizardman. Every inch of this new body was contoured with muscle and power; even more beefy than any he'd previously dreamed of. Sam smiled at the silken underwear that strained around his new hips. It was kind of sexy, seeing it try to contain the hefty endowment he was sporting now.

His fingertips traced along the outline, stroking over it as a soft murmur rose from his lips. It was even more fantastic than he thought! Barely able to contain himself, his hand flew furiously over his aching shaft, clawtips and silken scales dragging along it's contours. It didn't take long before the teardrop bulge beneath the base of his cock began to tighten and with a triumphant roar, a thick torrent of seed saturated the flimsy underwear, oozing out over the waistband and down along his sleek thighs.

Coming down from the lust induced haze left Sam standing stock still in the middle of the apartment, semen cooling on his newly scaled groin.

Now, not only had he undergone some sort of bizarre transformation, but had proceeded to wank into a pair of silk panties in the middle of his friend's apartment. Blood rushed to his cheeks as they began to flush a ruddy brown. How in the hell was he going to explain this? How was he going to explain himself? Was it too late to simply dive back into his apartment and hide until this all just went away?

The last question was pretty easy to answer. It was too late when he grew a dick.

Glancing down, Sam noticed that his new appendage had never really reduced in size. The touch of a talon along the thick bulge in the abused panties confirmed that not only was he far from soft but still quite aroused. Gently he began to nudge the underwear down, morbidly curious as to just exactly what was going on down there.

Arching upward from a dusky black skinned slit, Sam's new shaft looked almost artificial. Smooth to the touch and rubbery in texture it bobbed between his legs eagerly, a few drops of pre still lingering at the tip. It was so... sensual; the way it curved back inside him, the way it throbbed with his heartbeat. His talons traced along the edges of his slit, the tips of them glistening with the natural lubricants being produced in abundance. The scent alone was intoxicating, wafting past his newly sensitized nostrils. As the folds of flesh parted further from his fingers explorations, he gave out a sudden gasp. The thick length of his shaft had telescoped out another full inch, dragging along the back of his palm and releasing a short spattering of pre along his scales. Without thinking, he lifted the slickened paw to his snout and took a taste.

His whole body shivered at the caress of his slender, forked tongue along his scales and at the taste of his own arousal. Dipping his snout downward, eager to breathe deep of his heady musk, he found yet another benefit to this new form. With little effort he brought his snout to the tip of his own length flickering his tongue out along it's throbbing tip. Splaying a hand out on the floor and arching his tail upward, he slid the first few inches of his shaft past his lips and into the velvety caress of his mouth. Still holding the position he began to bob his head along his eager shaft, eagerly catching the steady stream of pre that pulsed from it. Every stroke and caress of his tongue drove his mind further and further from the problems he faced and down to only the single need to rut.

Lost in these new thoughts, he didn't notice the pair of eyes watching him from the hallway. Nor did he sense, at first, the caress of another scaled paw along the curve of his accidentally presented tailvent. Soon, however, he realized he was not alone as the thick ridge of another cock pressed against his burning backside and urged it's way smoothly inside.

Sam had, until this moment, never had a prostate. So when that textured length pierced deeply enough to press firmly against the swollen, sensitive bump within his tight passage, the lizardman's eyes went wide. A stream of milky seed spurted between his lips, flowing easily down his gullet but in the thrall of the powerful orgasm his hand slipped from the floor. Rapidly enough his unseen partner caught him and drew him close, taking ample advantage of the shift in weight to plunge the one cock he had buried inside Sam to the hilt as the other pressed between the silken scaled legs of his impromptu lover and brushed against the bulge beneath that slick, ebony cock.

There was little else to do but let the sensations happen. Sam's body was not cooperating after two of the most intense orgasms of his life and the constant thrust of the amply endowed reptile behind him was keeping him in a constant state of arousal. So instead of fighting it, his paws dropped to his 'assailant's thighs and urged them onward all that more eagerly. In turn, the beast behind him seemed all too eager to comply. With a shift of position, Sam was splayed out across the couch with his rump in the air and being throughly pounded. Each thrust drug the second cock along the underside of his own and sent another tingle up his spine. Soon, strong hands encircled his chest as the shaft within him hilted once more before unloading a torrent of steaming seed deep inside him. The length beneath him also joined in, splattering his chest and bellyscales with more of the milky fluid as well as saturating the couch beneath.

"Enjoy that, Sam?"

He blinked, glancing over his shoulder. Standing there was a well-built and exceedingly handsome dragon with a rather odd grin on his face. Sam knew that look from somewhere but...

The dragon stuck out his tongue, "Kevin. That's who you're thinking of."

"Kev? Is that? But that was just a picture!"

Kevin grinned, "And you were just a girl."

"What's going on?"

Slowly, Kevin slid from the lizardman's tight passage, nuzzling his cheek lightly. "I'm sure Simon will be happy to explain ... and probably do other things too from the look of it."

Sam's eyes drifted upwards towards the nude hunk of orca now standing in the doorway to the bedroom, sporting his own rather large erection and an eager grin.

"I have a feeling I'm going to get a lot of mileage out of this new body," Sam panted under his breath. Raising himself back to his feet and giving Kevin's scaled rump a firm squeeze, he began to walk into the back bedroom, swaying his rump seductively to his two friend's delight.

With a glance over his shoulder he grinned, "So why don't we get started. I have a feeling I've got some catching up to do."