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Random Transformation #1

Woman to Dragon

Khayla clutched at the ground, her nostrils flaring, as something hard and warm pushed at her slick folds from within her own body. Lost in the jungles of Central America and separated from her study group, Khayla was a maelstrom of emotions. Fear was the dominate emotion, however, and it coursed through the nineteen year-old woman like an electric current. And with every sudden urge that forced her to clench the muscles in her vaginal canal, the fear in her surged.

"Heeelp meeee!" Khayla screamed just as rain falling around her intensified from a light drizzle to a steady downpour. Her silver tank top, already damp, did little to conceal her modesty as her chest heaved. For more than ten minutes now, her body had been wracked by these contractions, and they were slowly exhausting the young girl. And as yet another spasm hit its crescendo, Khayla could only manage a grunting whimper as she squinted her eyes and did the only thing that came naturally to her.

She pushed.

Reaching toward a nearby vine, Khayla pulled herself up as she desperately tried to expel whatever it was that was lodged inside her. Unseen by her, the tan fabric of her shorts slowly began to distend as the object's tip crested her nether-lips. Centimeter by centimeter its outline swelled, stretching the fabric more and more.

Unbearable heat began to suffuse Khayla's body. Already intolerably humid, it felt as though she had developed a severe fever. Only the falling rain seemed to provide any relief, and in a panic, Khayla reached for the top of her shirt and tugged. The drenched material tore haltingly at first, but with each thread that snapped, it soon ripped easily down the middle. As soon as the offending garment fell from her rain and sweat-soaked body, Khayla took a deep breath in abrupt relief. Her bust rose and fell in rhythm with her breathing, and her dripping hands were already undoing the zipper on her shorts.

All inhibitions thrown aside in a frantic quest for comfort, Khayla rolled onto her side and kicked her pants off as quickly as her legs would allow. Her eyes, still closed, missed the small patches of green scales that had emerged at random along her belly, thighs, and shoulders. Nor did they detect the subtle elongation of her fingernails. All that mattered to Khayla at the moment was dousing the fire that threatened to consume her. With her feet the last the things feeling like they were still stuck deep within a broiling furnace, Khayla tugged at her shoes furiously.

"Wha...what the fuck!?" Khayla's voice quivered as she labored for breath. Her eyes at last open, they were firmly locked on a mutating hand that was holding one of her badly shredded hiking boots. Tossing the boot aside, she stared at her hands in utter shock, and cried out as they began to distort further. In terror, she looked past her upraised hands and down at her feet. The sight of her toes tearing through her the front of her pinkish socks, one at a time, only heightened her hysteria.

"No, no stop! Please!" She whined frantically, suddenly catching a glimpse of the scales spreading across her abdomen. "How is this happening!? What's going on!??!"

Her attention was soon drawn to her mud-smeared and tenting undergarments. Staring down at the ovoid shape pressing her panties her panties further away from her swollen pussy, her water-darkened brown hair framing her frightened face, she tentatively reached a clawed hand down to touch it.

It was a bad idea.

As if encouraged by her probing, the contractions returned with a vengeance. Khayla fell onto her back and wrapped one arm around her belly as her vaginal muscles spasmed and she felt the object slide several centimeters forward. Though it was just as excruciatingly painful as before, given the object's (almost egg-like, based on what Khayla had seen) size in relation her opening, a new sensation was beginning to manifest.

Struggling to draw breath and awaiting the next inevitable contraction, Khayla reached her free finger down to her panties once again. With her slippery folds already exposed on either side due to the distending of her panties, she easily rubbed her dehumanizing hands across every square-inch of the tender flesh. Electric sparks of intense carnal pleasure raced through her body, from the tips of her thickening toes, to the base of her spine, and even to the bridge of her cute, widening nose.

Invigorated by the feeling, her fondling continued and grew more passionate. A serpent-like hiss escaped her broadening lips as a small globule of lubricant squeezed its way out from under the egg emerging from her pussy, the viscous liquid oozing down between her cheeks as she unexpectedly bucked hard against the air. Another contraction began to grow in strength, but Khayla found it noticeably less jarring. In fact, this time as it pulsed through her body, Khayla welcomed it; anything that made the egg in her canal shift was welcome.

And shift it did.

Khayla openly cooed in ecstasy as the egg squelched free from her opening and came to rest against the bottom of her stretched out panties. The sudden friction from the freed egg triggered a massive orgasm in the young girl, and she shuddered as it quaked through her body...which was undergoing more changes, and at an accelerated pace. Unable to help herself, and with all thoughts of terror thoroughly forgotten, Khayla fingered her dripping slit with wild abandon. She could feel a second egg beginning to crown, and it only drove her lust to new heights.

Legs kicking against the air, even as they enlarged rapidly with new muscle, Khayla growled and hissed. Her toes and fingers clawed at the muddy ground, each digit swelling and merging until only three each remained. Her socks were a tattered mess of sodden fabric that clung to her ankles as though they had simply given up trying to conceal her now expanding and digitgrade feet. With her overall size enlarging swiftly, the second egg slipped from her ooze-covered folds with incredible ease.

Khayla's panties could endure no further pressure from her growing hips, and snapped under the strain. Quivering from the rush of everything that was happening to her, from the strange alterations of her body to the flood of endorphins coursing through with every egg she expelled, Khayla rolled on to her stomach. Her thick fingers kept up their manipulations as she raised her muddy ass into the air and rubbed her chest against the ground. The cool mud against her tingling breasts and rough friction against her achingly stiff nipples was exquisite, and paled only in comparison to the maddening tickle just above her anus. Accompanying the discharge of her third egg was the sensation of something thick and heavy slithering out just above it. Growing in girth, it seemed to keep pace with the egg as both extended further out, and Khayla involuntarily arched her back and bowed her head. Whimpering in unrestrained bliss, she pushed with tremendous force and felt both her new tail and her latest egg respond in kind.

The egg had just parted from her pussy's sticky grip when Khayla's face and back began to distort. Already packed with new muscles, her back twitched and jerked as new bones grew within. Her nostril flared with each spasm, and she couldn't contain a guttural growl as the bones in her face began to reshape. In spurts, her nose and jaw pushed away from her face, while simultaneously proto-wings lazily sprouted from between her shoulder blades. Her pink flesh was almost entirely consumed by scales as durable as steel, and the last holdouts of flesh were soon replaced entirely.

With her snout growing to its proper size, and her wings flapping experimentally at her sides, Khayla lifted her now-amber eyes to the dark clouds above and let loose an earth-rumbling roar. A moment later, she was airborne.

A fragile mortal no longer.

-OR 2014