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Today was going to be different. You could already tell as you woke up. For example you had missed your alarm, but on the other hand, you were wide awake. In fact you had rarely felt this... energetic and your eyes practically shot open to find your room drenched in the light of a late morning. When you reached for the blankets and tossed them aside, you noticed that things were indeed different. You could feel how the fabric shredded in your hand as the other end of the sheet got tangled... somewhere. It had wrapped around your foot from the feeling of it, but something was strange about it. A lot of things were strange actually, like for example you had shredded your blanket just now. With your bare hand no less. And there was something weird in your field of view where your nose should be. You noticed because it got a bit in the way as you looked down to find the torn remains of your pyjamas clutching around a green scaled chest. The bedsheet had gotten stuck on the long talons that had replaced your toes and which were now poking out. You're quite sure that they were yours because they wiggled when you made them to.

Scrambling out of bed prove easier to say than do as you found that something was... holding onto you... so to speak. Again it was a quirk of your new body. Spikes had grown out of your spine and had burrowed themselves into your mattress. You learned this the hard way as you almost flipped the entire bed over as you tried to roll out of it. Finally however you made it onto your feet and rose up, only to slam your head smack dab into the ceiling. Not to mention that it was a little strange to stand on digitigrade legs. Again you looked down yourself while the horns on your head scrapped thick gashes into the ceiling. Obviously diminishing the value of this piece of real estate was of no concern to your mind. Your hands, both of them now ending in only four digits that each was topped off by a claw big enough to count as a knife, were busy freeing yourself of the last pieces of clothing you had worn while you rushed to the other side of your bedroom to see yourself in the mirror.

The first problem you encountered was of course that you were too tall to properly look into it, but you tore it right off the dresser to look into it. You found a startlingly handsome face looking back at you with ruby red eyes. Your snout was long with a nicely rounded top and two nostrils that allowed you to take in a great deal of the scents of your room that you otherwise wouldn't have picked up on. The striking jawline beneath that spoke of your masculinity. And indeed as you could see, with and without mirror, you were indeed quite on the muscular side! Your green scaled hide clutched tightly around the thick musculature of your body that made you look like you had never skipped a day in gym for your whole life. You gave a tentative flex with your left arm and watched in the mirror how your biceps rose readily in response. Your flesh and hide actually groaned as the powerful cords tensed and exerted their strength. You then followed that by letting your thick pecs bounce up and down. You weren't even sure if you could have done that before, not that it really mattered. Your hand moved to grip into the firm mounds of flesh that were bulging forward so nicely. With a little more work you could probably catch your own snout in the cleft between them. There was no doubt you would invest that kind of effort into your new body, right? Right?

Either way, your gaze drifted further down over that immaculate six pack of abs, so nicely defined that they were almost like a little landscape unto themselves. And beneath that... oh golly what a sight it was. If a strange one. A thick, meaty sheath adorned your groin, protecting its valuable contents from the outside world. Beneath that... damn, you could even feel the heft of these prized fruits. Melons were fruits, right? Anyway, beneath your sheath hung your scrotum. The skin drawn tight by the low hanging pair of watermelon sized testicles. Of course the comparison had to be made, they were green and they were easily as big as one! Really ripe ones, no less. The temptation was there to head to the bathroom and put them onto the scales to see how weighty they were. Grabbing one of these orbs with one hand prove that they were quite heavy. And also way too big to be handled with just one hand. You put the mirror back onto the dresser, angling it so that you could perfectly see your sheath. It's size made it so demanding in attention that it was quite hard to look past it to adore your powerful thighs. There was little doubt that you could crush bones between them and even bend steel.

Your hands however were on your sheath, like the naughty boy that you are. It was a delightful, new sensation, to feel your claws scraping over the sensitive flesh of the brim of your sheath. It had already parted ever so slightly, and rubbing over it made it open only further. It was almost as if it beckoned you to reach inside and wrest your member from its embrace. When your claws touched the glans of your member however... it was just... incredible. The sensitivity compared to nothing you had witnessed before. Even as it slid out, the friction between member and sheath was already enough to get you rock hard. Your previous member had practically been a piece of dead meat by comparison and a hiss rolled through your barrel of a chest while a thick glob of pre oozed from the tip of your rapidly engorging member. It was already as big as your forearm, almost a perfect match in girth and length and it was growing still. Bigger and bigger it surged while you touched yourself and it quickly became apparent that you needed both hands to handle your manhood.

Not a shower but a grower. The draconic equivalent to that at least, given how your cock just kept on growing until it was pretty much a third leg, throbbing and twitching under the touch of your hands. The thick veins that ran along the member were pulsating, feeding it with all the blood to maintain such a monster. Your heart was hammering in your chest as each delicate touch send pangs of pleasure surging through your loins and up into your brain. And you touched yourself a lot. After all there was a great deal of meat to please and it was so... amazingly different from the boring old human shaft with its mushroom like tip and flat, unappealing length. This monster of a cock had a more narrow tip, almost like a rocket. The rim was crowned with fleshy spikes that each was another center of pleasure waiting to be tapped. Beneath that came bumps of firmer flesh, a natural ribbing for your very own pleasure. Towards the base your member expanded gratuitously again, thick and bulbous with a knot that was ready to plug just about every orifice you decided to ram into. And it too was greatly sensitive, thanks to how engorged with blood it was.

You grunted like a feral beast as your two hands slid up and down your length, lubricated by the flood of pre that surged out of your member with such pressure that it splattered against the mirror in front of you, drenching the dresser and tapestry in your thick musky fluid. And what it scent it was! Your nostrils could take your manliness in like never before. Your pre was loaded with pheromones, enough to drive even yourself wild with. Oh what an effect it would have on others. More and more fired out of your rod, soaking the carpet in your excitement until, before long, you roared out. So loud, so forcefully, it reverbed terribly in your room. The mirror and even the windows cracked from the sheer volume of your voice. Then your seed splattered out of your member. You could feel it engorge further in your hands, the knot at its end inflated even further, throbbing angrily, furiously with your heartbeat as the cum gushed out like water from a firehose. In fact even the force was comparable as you shot right through the mirror, breaking it apart and sending the bits tumbling to the ground while your thick batter sheared the tapestry off the wall like a high pressure cleaning. On and on it went, one bucket, two buckets, three buckets, before long you could fill a whole bathtub with your spunk, then a second. Your hefty balls were clenching and yet they still produced enough to nearly fill a third tub with spunk, which was so rich it could be used as mortar.[a] By the time your climax finally ended, the whole wall in front of you had been painted white, and were your seed to be removed it would look like as if it had been sanded clean. The dresser had disappeared into the lake of spunk at your feet which rose well beyond your ankles. Your legs felt weak and you almost fell over, given the considerable resistance your spunk provided.

It was like wading through a swamp, or mud flats, where your boots could be pulled off with each step. Except that you had no boots, only your bare feet. And about seven years of bad luck, but hey, you're a dragon now. You're probably going to live for a few hundred to thousand years, what's seven years compared to that, right?