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WARNING: This story is of the adult nature. If you actually got this far, you ought to know you shouldn't read this if you're underage. For those who enjoy male reptiles having a lot of sexual fun, please read on.

Derrick sat on a brown couch in the living room of his large house, shuffling his feet. He was anxious and full of anticipation. A few days ago the green lizard had been browsing the internet, and happened to stumble upon the most interesting product he'd ever heard of. According to its description, it would significantly improve his sexual drive, stamina and just about everything else a guy like him wanted in the field of sex. And a typical guy he was. He stood five foot and six inches, green scales and clad in nothing but a pair of boxers and tan shorts. And like most guys, he wanted to improve himself. He'd tried just about everything else, so what's one more product?

Derrick sat on his couch awaiting the daily delivery of mail, which was running frustratingly late today. He considered himself and the mailman good friends, though they didn't have a history. He didn't even know the mailman's name, so he just called him Frank all the time. Frank, on the other hand, knew Derrick's name after seeing it so many times on various parcels of mail. Frank also knew that Derrick was prone to try all sorts or items that supposedly improved someone in one way or another. He wouldn't question it though. It was a normal thing that he would encounter; the various fur would receive a package of the sexual nature, and timidly accept it while avoiding eye contact.

Finally, after an unholy amount of waiting, the doorbell rang. The sound echoed through Derrick's unusually large house, reverberating as though it were a church. The sound reached Derrick's ears, sending a rush of excitement from his nose to the tip of his long tail. He jumped up from his comfy couch and dashed to the door, eager to receive his prize.

On the other side, Frank heard Derrick scuffling around. After a few moments of noise, Derrick threw the door open, smiling widely at Frank.

"Hi Frank! Do you have my package today?" Derrick asked, practically hopping on his clawed feet.

Frank grunted, the skunk reaching into his side bag. He rummaged around, sorting through an assortment of packages before he came across the one he was looking for. He withdrew a box about the size of a shoe box with stamps slapped all over it. Scribbling something on the front, he shoved it into Derrick's stomach, slightly knocking the wind out of him. "Oof!" he grunted, slightly dazed. " Well, thanks ... uh... Frank" The skunk simply grunted again, turned, and walked away from Derrick and his house.

Derrick slammed the door and dashed back to the couch, which was still warm from his previously parked rump, and flopped down onto it. He set the box down on the coffee table in front of him. He studied it for a bit, observing all the stamps that covered it. He could see that this box had been all over the place. But little did he care at the moment. All he could think about was what he would be like if this stuff actually worked.

He hurriedly ripped away the brown paper and single string covering the box. The wrapping fell to a pile on the floor beside him. Underneath the paper, he found a plain white box, which he opened. Inside there was nothing but a single pink pill shaped like a wolf cock, and a piece of paper. Derrick furrowed his brow at this. Was this really all there was? Just a pill and a piece of paper?

Shrugging, he picked up the paper. Maybe it would tell him exactly what his purchase would accomplish. His eyes scanned it, and he furrowed his brow. It only had one word on it. "Refill."

That's all? What was that supposed to mean? This was his first purchase. And even if it wasn't, this certainly wasn't much for refilling anything. He put the paper back in the box and turned his attention to the pill.

Frowning, he picked up the item in between two clawed fingers. He looked at the little thing. It couldn't have been bigger than a bean. Was there really as much potential as advertised in this little piece of stuff? Would it work at all? Derrick shrugged, popped the pill into his maw, and swallowed. Soon his questions would be answered.

He felt the pill slowly slide down his throat towards his stomach. After no time at all, it plopped into his belly, quickly dissolving. Derrick waited for some sort of reaction. He was excited to see what this could do, if anything at all. He didn't have to wait long. Soon after the pill disappeared inside his gut, he felt a tingle emanate from his belly. It was a warm and tickling sensation that quickly spread from his midsection to his arms, legs, head and crotch. He cooed lightly as he felt the tingle reside in his crotch longer than it did anywhere else. It was very arousing and Derrick was forced to take off his shorts and boxers. He stood, his erection free form its confines. It stood out proudly from his body, and was quite a contrast. His cock was a soft, pink and fleshy pole of meat, which slowly leaked a stream of pre.

Derrick stood, slightly panting. The tingle stayed in his cock and ball sack for a very long time, giving him pulses of pleasure that matched his heartbeat. He reached down with one paw to massage his shaft and was surprised to find that he was much more sensitive than he remembered. A single touch sent him to the heights of pleasure. He grew even more aroused from the sensations he received. Panting heavily now, he grabbed his shaft with one clawed hand. He breathed in with a sharp hiss at the touch. He let his mouth hang open, and his eyes shut as he slowly started stroking himself.

The amount of pleasure he experience from such a simple movement was astonishing. He quickly got carried away in his ministrations. Pumping his hand in time with the throbs of his heartbeat, he quickly built up a rhythm to bring himself closer to his climax. He felt it was still far away, but approaching rapidly. He marveled at how much kick that pill gave him, pumping away furiously. The pre coming from the tip elevated from a trickle to practically shooting out. He aimed his cock upwards, letting the clear liquid coat his shaft and aid his gestures. His pre flowed in copious amounts, dripping from his ball sack as it ran over his pumping fist. His sack too, felt different. It felt fuller and heavier. With his free hand, he reached down to fondle his orbs. He moaned out loud as he made contact. The extra touch sent him hurtling towards his goal, thought he still had a ways to go. He rolled his orbs over in their sack, churning his white, hot reptile seed. The more he fondled, the more sure he was that his sack had grown.

He removed his paw from his sack, his other clawed paw still pumping furiously at his hot, slick, throbbing shaft of meat. He brought his free paw to the head of his cock, quickly getting a handful of the clear pre, which was pouring from the tip. He brought the handful to his muzzle, and inhaled deeply sending his senses on overdrive. The musky aroma in combination with his powerful thrusts sent him closer to the cliff, overlooking the sea of ecstasy he so longed for. Eyes shut tight, she licked the clear fluid from his hand, savoring the flavor it provided.

He felt himself getting ever closer to his orgasm, which was quickly approaching. He continued licking his hand, sucking on his clawed pointer and middle fingers, getting them well salivated. He removed his paw from his mouth, and brought it down and around to his tail. He prodded underneath the base of his tail, lightly grazing his soft, pink pucker. This sent a new wave of pleasure through his body to his head. He gasped, pumping his paw around his shaft faster and harder still. With his other hand, he slowly penetrated his tight anus with his pointer finger. Slowly, more and more of his finger disappeared before he added the second one. He winced slightly at the second intrusion, but the pain quickly passed as it was overpowered by the sensation of pleasure. He ebbed his fingers deep into himself, savoring the delightful sensations he experienced. After he reached as far as he could go, he slowly retracted his appendages.

He panted heavily, still pumping at his shaft of meat, wonderfully close to his goal. Lifting his head toward the ceiling, he reinserted his fingers into his tight ring. Gradually, he built up speed, timing his penetrations with his pumping, all of it matching with his pulsing heartbeat. Each and every beat, in combination with his ministration sent untold amounts of pleasure to his mind. It was exquisite! He had never felt anything this good! And much sooner than he'd like, it was coming to a close. Closing his eyes, shut tight, he let out a deep, and long moan. His climax that he had been building to came crashing down on his sensitive body. His shaft positively grew as it throbbed in his thrusting grip, shooting its load high into the air.

Derrick's tongue lolled out of his sharp-tooth filled mouth. He relished in the extreme pleasure that was coursing through his body, with each and every shot of reptile essence. He noticed that the tingling sensation he'd experienced earlier, spread to new areas. He felt it concentrate just behind and inside his scrotum. The feeling was extremely peculiar, but quite enjoyable, as the tingle spread further back to his anal entrance, which was still being pummeled by his clawed hand. He felt a change around his thrusting hand. The hot flesh seemed to change, growing softer and more malleable. He loved the feeling, and thrust harder, eager to experience as much of this as he could.

Meanwhile, his cock continued to unload its hot contents. The streams of sweet rain fell from high above, each drop instantly replaced with a new spurt of pure ecstasy. With each load, Derrick thrust his hips upward, as if trying to hit an unseen target. The falling rain fell all over his green-scaled body, some of the sweetness falling right into his mouth, which he eager gulped down.

After a few minutes of constant orgasm the stream trailed off, turning into a slow dribble, which dripped onto the floor, adding to the puddle he produced. Completely spent, he fell back onto the squashy brown couch, resulting in a squelching noise. He flopped his arms to his sides, panting heavily. That was simply the best orgasm he had ever experienced in his life. But it would soon be overthrown.

Basking in the afterglow, he let his clawed right paw drift to his shaft and balls. He slowly rubbed himself, enjoying the gentle pleasure. He continued down the pole until he felt something that made him snap his eyes open in shock. He felt around his scrotum a little more, horrified at what he felt. He quickly leant forward and looked at himself.

Just as he thought, he saw that his ball sack had deflated. He almost screamed out loud, nearly panicking. He felt more, and sure enough, his pouch was empty. He couldn't even feel any remnants of sperm inside.

A sudden thought flew through his mind. Had he came so furiously... that he actually shot his testicles out??

In desperation, he fell to his knees and quickly looked all over the cum stained floor. Making small and strange sounds of panic, his hands flew over the floor searching for his very essence. He searched for quite some time, but to no avail. He felt like crying. How could he actually let something like this happen? What was he supposed to do now? What if he never got himself together again?

Eyes swinging back and forth quickly, he rubbed his head frustratedly. He was in real trouble.

Suddenly, he brought his paw off his head, and his eyes bulged. He suddenly remembered there was a paper in the box as well. Wheeling around quickly, his tail lashed outward, knocking the box from the table, the paper falling from the box into the massive lake of cum all over the floor. He dove for the small thing, snatching it up.

He lifted it to his eyes, but the damage had already been done. The one word he remembered reading before was still visible, but only slightly. It glared at him, mocking him. "Refill." Turning the paper over, there was text on the back, but it was smeared and ruined. He let go of the parcel, letting it drift to the floor, where it settled and sank into his own tragedy. What had started off as a wonderful experience had turned into some sort of horrible, and strange occurrence that would probably never be explained.

Feeling defeated, he sighed a heavy sigh, letting his hands fall to his front. They rested on his crotch, covering his now deformed atrocity of anatomy. As he sat there, feeling extremly sorry for himself, he noticed something else strange. He poked his dragonhood. It indeed had grown from his "fun," and something else was wrong with it. He poked the bulbous head, and found that it gave in to an extreme degree. It did not resist him at all. He claw continued to push onward, stretching the head in a very strange way. It continued to stretch until it was a good five inches wide. It was quite a sight to behold. He looked on, in shocked awe, seeing his finger distort himself that much.

He pulled his finger away, and moved it to his strangely empty sack. He prodded at this too, getting the same effect as with his dick head. The sack was able to stretch another few inches. And it was nowhere near painful, in fact, quite the opposite. He rather enjoyed the sensation, although something in his head that he shouldn't, and his logic told him he ought not be able to.

He continued to contort his extremities before he got a crazy idea. He furrowed his brow, thinking it over, and letting loose all the reasoning in his brain. He recalled the paper simply said refill. What if he refilled himself manually? After all, if what he thought happened, actually did happen, why not reverse it? After what had already gone on, that sounded quite reasonable. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. He could replace himself. And even if that didn't work, he could probably remove whatever he put in the same way he accidentally got rid of his previous occupants.

Throwing caution to the winds, he got up and headed down the hall to his bedroom. Once inside, he began rummaging through his closet looking for something to use. It had to be something small, and something that wouldn't hurt. But judging from the way he could stretch now, that wouldn't be much of a problem.

After much rummaging and a head bump or two, he finally came upon the perfect candidate. From underneath some shirts that had fallen to the floor, he produced a bag of marbles.

He suddenly became excited. What he was about to do worried him immensely but at the same time, it was extremely arousing. He dashed from the room, bag of marbles in his clutches. He ran down the hallway in a new direction until he reached his bathroom.

He flew inside and shut and locked the door, even though he knew he was completely alone. He leaned against the wood, the gravity of the situation really starting to sink in. As he contemplated it all, the emotion that kept rising to the surface of his mind was... arousal. The idea that he could safely fill himself with objects made his dangerously horny, his meat slowly rising.

He looked at the bag of marbles he brought along, his pole slowly standing to attention. Lifting it towards his reptilian face, he slowly undid the small string that kept the contents inside. He leant over, and pulled the stopper on the sink, which was in the counter right next to him.

The plug in the center dropped, stopping anything from going down the drain. Derrick was content with his makeshift bowl. He dumped the bag of glass orbs into the sink, eliciting a great din around the acoustic room. After the balls in the porcelain container settled, he picked up a single marble and brought it to the tip of his now rock hard shaft.

Before he literally took the plunge, he took a very deep breath and slowly let it out. He was actually going to do it... he almost couldn't' believe it.

Removing all caution from his mind, he pushed the glass ball into the head of his cock. The feeling was intense. The sensation of being stretched from the inside was marvelous. He breathed in sharp, making a slight hiss. But the feeling didn't last long. He found that the marble didn't simply sink into him on its own accord, and pushing it down didn't work so well. He tried prodding it and poking his finger into his piss slit, but his clawed finger could only go so far, now that he was hard as a rock. The only solution he could think of was to keep adding marbles. And that's exactly what he did. If he got this far, there was no going back.

He hurriedly grabbed a handful or marbles, some falling to the floor and bouncing around making small plinking noises. He inserted one after another into the head of his meat. Each one brought a new wave of pleasure and excitement. The entire situation was incredible. With every marble he inserted, a line of bumps grew downwardly along his shaft toward his sack. The deeper the stack went, the more aroused he became. Feeling something so deep inside of his cock was glorious. He continued to put marbles into himself, adding on to the chain. Soon, he felt that he was only a few marbles away from his deflated scrotum. He eagerly increased his pace, ramming ball after ball inside himself. He was near climax, but he couldn't have that, for fear of what might happen if he had an orgasm with an empty sack. He suddenly felt one of the orbs drop into his scrotum. The feeling was peculiar as he felt it rest. Reaching down, he nimbly squeezed himself, and found something he didn't expect.

Rather than feeling the marble inside, he found that there was a small amount of liquid inside. The marble ceased to exist, and was replaced with, what he concluded was, fresh reptile seed. This idea sent him to new heights of excitement. He eagerly grabbed another pawful of marbles. He inserted one after another, feeling a new addition drop into his flap of scaly skin each time. Soon, he ran out of marbles, and was closer to orgasm than before. He could feel there was only a small amount of sperm inside, but he had simply had to relieve himself! He quickly started to masturbate. He moaned aloud at the new sensation of his paw running over the row of marbles still lodged in himself. He stroked faster and faster until what little cum he had inside came rushing out, pushing the marbles out with it. The glass balls flew through the air, mixed with cum, clear across the room until they splattered against the wall and fell to the floor. His spent cock wilted and shrank.

Derrick panted slightly. He really enjoyed that. And he had to have more! Now that he could make as much as he liked, he had to have more. But this time, he would try something bigger... The idea set his mind on fire.

He quickly unlocked the bathroom door and ran out to his den to find something to use. By now his previous actions in this room were nothing more than a heavy odor in the air. He quickly looked around for something to ram into his cock. He had quickly gotten over his missing testicles in the prospect of what he now had access to. Who needed something to slowly make cum for you, when you could make as much as you liked, whenever you want?

To his great joy, he found a box of new pens. He ripped the box open, and pulled out a pen, sure to keep the cap on. He massaged himself back to arousal rather quickly. He seemed to be able to "get up" much faster now. He immediately put the end of the pen into himself. Just as he expected, it slid in easily, and reached much further than a simple marble. Halfway in, he got an idea. He looked around and was glad to find a line of string. It must have come from some of the wrapping of the package. He tied one end of the string around the protruding end of the pen. After it was secure, he pushed the pen further into himself. Soon enough, it was in as far as it could go. Using another pen, and keeping a hold of the string, he pushed it further in until he felt it penetrate his scrotum. He let it sit inside, feeling it turn into more cum. After enough time, he pulled on the string pulling both pens back out. The sensation sent shivers up his spine. He looked at what he'd done to the pen.

The end that had entered himself was half missing. It had a film of clear fluid with a few drops of ink and cum mixed in. After he had enough of looking at his destruction, he reinserted the pen, pushing it as far as he could. Just as with the marbles, he put one pen on top of another, pushing each one further into himself.

After he had emptied half of the box of pens, he could feel that his sack was back to normal size, but why stop there? He continued to insert pen after pen. He felt his scrotum stretch more and more, with each addition. He started to increase his pace, putting pens in faster and faster. His pleasure was growing at a quick pace. The pens melted surprisingly fast inside himself. He could go as fast as he liked. Sooner than he would like however, he ran out of pens.

However, rather than empty himself, he decided to really test his stretching ability. He reached to the floor next to him, and picked up an empty water bottle. It wouldn't provide much cum, but it would definitely stretch him widely.

He turned it over, and put the smaller opening into his cock head. It stretched him wider than anything else he's experience yet. He loved the feeling, but he didn't bask in it for long. He pushed more and more of the bottle into himself, increasing the feeling by an amazing amount. His head grew and stretched, as well as his shaft, to accommodate the increasing curve of the bottle. And it did so with no trouble at all. Soon, he reached the straightaway. His tongue lolled form his mouth. He was in pure ecstasy as he pushed more and more into himself. He moaned, rather loudly, in pleasure. Soon the end entered his full pouch, while the flat end was still protruding from the head. He continued onward, shoving more and more in with earnest. He soon realized he didn't have anything to push it in once it was deep inside. But he quickly found the answer to that problem.

As the bottle end passed the tip of the head, he saw that his cock head did not close around the end. Using his hand, he continued pushing it in until his paw was inside, up to the wrist. He pushed on, until soon the last of the bottle fell into the cum filled cavern. He also realized that he was obviously safe from himself. He felt the cum inside with his paw, yet his paw did not melt as well. That gave him a sense of power, and he wanted to satiate that power. He traveled to his back yard to find something to fill his hungry cock with.

He quickly found something that looked like it would work rather nicely. He walked over to a pile of red bricks. Overcome by his horniness, he picked up one of the rectangles and smashed it against his cock. The head easily widened and grew allowing the brick to easily slide inside and down. He shoved it down with his hand, right up to his elbow. It seemed that the larger his sack got, the bigger his shaft got as well. It continued to grow, having already reached nearly ten inches.

He felt the brick fall into his sack, stretching him a very large amount, none of its size going to waste. He hefted his rather large scrotum, feeling its liquefied contents slosh around. He felt that now it was time to release it all.

Grabbing his eleven-inch slab of meat, he started stroking quickly. It didn't take long at all for him to climax, his entire body tensing up. He began shooting geysers of cum onto the ground in front of him, that all too familiar tingle spreading around his body again. This time he felt it reside in his arms and legs, expanding his size and what felt like strength. Using his new power, he roughly pounded at his spurting cock, increasing his pleasure. He shut his eyes in euphoria, letting of gush after gush of steaming hot reptilian cum. His sack slowly shrank as its contents were drained onto the ground in form of him. To prolong the feeling, Derrick shoved his arm into his cock while it was still spurting, cause the stream to spray in every direction. His arm did not impede the flow at all, it simply changed it course, but the pleasure was intense. He rapidly arm-fucked his cock, prolonging his orgasm by another five minutes.

Eventually after a full ten minutes of constant climaxing, his cum trailed off. This time, Derrick did not breath heavily, he had much more stamina, and his cock still stood at the ready. He could feel the new strength in his arms and legs, though he couldn't see it. He looked the same size as before, though his cock was quite noticeably longer. It must have been at least a foot long.

Derrick was quite pleased so far with his purchase.

He went inside the house to look for more ways to entertain himself.

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To be continued!

Don't worry; there is so much to come from that little pill. I plan on getting at least seven chapters out of this. And for those wondering, I'm still working on my other series; the Miss Chriss and Nathaniel series.