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[b][u][center]Delta Dominates

For Guderian

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Delta chuckled as the human guard continued to pant and stroke himself as he stepped by. The new vents on the sides of his suit made sure that his musky fumes could work without him sitting on people anymore, and it definitely made it easier to get the weak-minded people out of his way without fighting them to a standstill. After all, strength was something of a brute's tool, and he was so much more than that.

The dragon walked through the empty lobby, the only lights those of a security guard sitting behind a desk. Again, someone that wanted to stop him. The dragon shook his head, reaching for his hip as the officer stood up and started waving a gun around.

“Hey, stop right there! I'm warning you, you're trespassing. Just...stop where you are, and no one has to get hurt."

Delta only chuckled. Glancing through the shielded latex goggles he wore, he fixed the human with a level stare.

“What makes you think that you could stop me?"

“I...I have a weapon! I'm armed."

“Not that it matters."

The dragon pulled on a small vent at his hip. He felt the effect ripple up through his suit, opening a hole in the chest of his costume. Immediately, green and yellow vapors came shooting out, propelled by miniature fans that were placed throughout his suit, and hit the guard right in the face. The human sputtered and collapsed, writhing around as his cock started tenting his pants, hard.

[i]So easy,[/i] the dragon thought as he walked on by. [i]I'll have to pick him up on the way back. No need to leave someone transformed around here…[/i]

Stepping over the squirming, humping human, the dragon made his way to the elevator on the far side of the lobby. It was still running, thankfully; the security guards must have left it on for convenience. And if there was anyone still in the lab, they probably preferred the elevator to the stairs for getting out of the building late at night. All in all, it made it much more convenient for everyone. Including him.

Chuckling, he tapped the button for the lower-most labs, and rode the elevator down.

#

He didn't even need a keycard when he got to the experimental labs on the bottom floor, and shook his head as he stepped inside. The smells of various chemicals pushed at him, muted by his mask, but even so...Delta groaned to himself, fighting the urge to cover his face. He was amazed anyone working down here still had a sense of smell with that level of odor.

[i]How does a cologne company even know what they're making when everything smells like this?[/i]

Shaking his head, he walked through several darkened test chambers, his eyes locked on the one lab that seemed to still be active. Even at a distance, he could make out two humans that were working on...something. They were using the test tubes and vials, at any rate, which meant that science had to be going on.

They didn't notice him until he was in the doorway, and even then, it was only the big one that seemed to have any idea he was there. With muscles big enough to stretch out his lab coat, that human looked like he could be a problem, particularly in a place where all scents seemed to blend together. Even his powerful musk wouldn't work unless he was up close.

[i]Better try a sneakier approach.[/i]

Clearing his throat, Delta got the attention of the other scientist as he leaned against the frame of the sliding door. The older man whipped around, and the dragon smiled at the pair of them.

“Evening, boys. Got a moment to listen to a proposal?"

Neither one responded, not right away, at least. Big Muscles - as he thought of the one that noticed him first - just stared at him for a second before starting to walk towards the intercom. Delta shook his head, moving to stand in front of him.

“Ah ah ah. Come on, just a few minutes of your time. What harm could it do?"

“I don't know what you are, but you...you're trespassing down here, and this is private property. I need you to leave."

“Um, Sam, maybe we should…"

“Sam, is it, Big Muscles?"

Delta smiled.

“Pleased to meet you, big guy. And you? I'm guessing you're the brainiac of the pair?"

“Um...I'm the senior scientist down here, yes. I'm -"

“Good. Then this guy's disposable."

It was surprisingly easy to trip humans with his tail. He'd found this out a long time ago, and it never failed to catch them off-guard. Something about not having one must really mess with their heads if it always worked.

Big Muscles - Sam, he supposed - hit the ground hard, and stayed there as Delta walked onto his chest. The human groaned heavily, struggling to get up, but there was only so much he could do. Dragons were not light creatures, after all, and Delta was a big enough one that it would have taken someone much bigger - and with better leverage - than Sam to pick him up.

Big Brains was already backing off, trying to keep one of the research tables between him and the dragon. Delta lifted one booted foot and pressed it down on Sam's neck as the scientist reached for an intercom buzzer.

“Ah ah. Keep going there, and I'll snap it."

“...What do you want?"

“Well, first, I'd like a name. Second, I'd like a chair."

“...Ronald. My name's Ronald. And there's plenty of chairs."

“Yeah, but they're all so stiff and hard. I think I have a better option here."

He took another step forward, and - smirking as he did - dropped his ass right onto Sam's face. The human immediately started shouting, but his voice was muffled by the dragon's latex costume and his - perhaps too plush - rump. Delta wiggled it over the human's face a few times, settling him deeper and deeper into the crack, and pushed himself down firmly, keeping himself in place.

“There we are. Much more comfortable. Flesh is much better than fabric, don't you agree?"

“Oh god...he's going to kill you when he gets up."

“Oh, I don't think so. You see, I have...certain tools at my disposal. Certain things that make things easier."

Reaching down to his hip again, he felt around for the right vent. After all, there was no point in flooding the room with it at the moment; most of it would be lost, and it wouldn't hit Big Muscles hard enough to be worth it. He flicked over the different vents, tapping them and then pulling back when he realized they were the wrong one.

[i]Chest, crotch, pits...ah, there we are.[/i]

With a tap of his thumb, he felt a hole in his costume open just under his ass. It was so sudden that he actually dropped another inch or so, forcing the human's nose and lips between his scaly ass cheeks. It was all the more fun because of all the screaming that came from below. Oh, man, but this human was a fighter.

It didn't matter, of course. Soon, he'd be as helpless and enslaved to the musk as any of the other officers that had been exposed. And more, for that matter, considering how heavy a dose he'd get.

Delta started leaning back, started enjoying it, but then he noticed the shocked look on Ronald's face. He chuckled, leaning forward again, feeling the human's nose drag along between his ass cheek. He made sure it was wedged almost right against his hole - right against a very musky set of scales - before talking.

“Heh, you see, in a few minutes, Ronald, your friend here is going to be my eager servant. Slave, if you like; he's not really going to miss any of his old life. If he's lucky, he'll keep enough knowledge to be more than a grunt, more than a laborer. But that really depends on how you help me out here."

“How...You are a monster. I...I recognize you now."

“Do you? I guess I'm getting more famous than I thought."

“You're Delta. You're the only villain out there that can take control of someone like that...you...you degenerate!"

“Is that the best you have?"

“Pervert! Monster! Demon!"

“A little better, but you really shouldn't call me names if you want your friend here to come out of this alright."

He pushed down a bit more, his chest tensing up before he slowly breathed out. Another thick, heavy stream of the vapors that came from his costume came pouring out of his mouth, rolling down to the ground. It seemed to puff about like a nerve gas, spreading around them. It seemed to leave everything it touched slimy, and the scent of his musk only got stronger in the area around him.

“Mmm, I can already feel him struggling less down there. He's starting to lose his mind already. Such a shame. He looked like such a strong man, and now he's already becoming nothing more than a slut."

The dragon smirked as he felt the first tentative puffs of air across his hole, the cool draw of someone breathing in before it was snorted back out across his ass. Yes, Sam was starting to lose that resistance quite well.

“Now, are you going to listen to me, or are you going to keep insulting me? The faster I can make my proposal, the faster you can agree, and the more likely Sam here is going to keep a little bit of his mind."

“...Fine. Tell me."

“Was that so hard? Well, not as hard as Sam here is right now, but -"

“Just tell me!"

Chuckling, Delta leaned back, letting his hole slide down a bit until he felt the human's lips pressed against it. Not so human anymore, he realized; normally soft lips felt rather...stiff pressed against him, not to mention further out than they should be. All according to plan.

Reaching back, he idly fondled Big Muscles' cock through his pants, squeezing it and rubbing it until it started oozing.

“You see, I'm pretty tired of being in the minor leagues in this city. In terms of supervillains, I should be up in the A ranks, not down in the minor news columns. I can control peoples' minds. Who else in the big leagues can do that?"

“...Not many, from the news…"

“That's right. But because I do it in a different way -"

“Perverted way…"

“..."

Delta leaned forward again, grabbing Sam by his hair and yanking him against his ass. The muscled man didn't put up any fight, but he knew that it looked more violent to Ronald.

“Do you really want to tempt me?"

“No, no, I'm sorry."

“Good."

He settled back, shaking his head. Even as he let go, Sam didn't pull back. The human continued sniffing at the dragon's ass, and just as he was about to start talking again, he felt the first lick. A big smile crossed his face, and his cock twitched lightly in response.

“Mmmm, he's doing good…"

“What are you talking about?"

“Nothing."

[i]Nothing you need to worry about, at least.[/i] The human was definitely getting more and more reptilian, and he could feel that short, fat tongue starting to warp. With each lick, he felt the tip get thinner and thinner, and he swore that there was a split developing there as well. It was also getting thinner along the whole length, pushing further along his ass, stroking deeper between the sweaty, musky scales.

He started grinding on the forming snout, feeling it pushing him further up and off of Sam's face. It wouldn't be long until those features were entirely reptilian, he realized. All the better to take his time.

“What I want from you - from this company - is for you to come up with something that enhances my natural powers. Since it comes from my scent -"

“Your stink, you mean…"

“Potato, potahto. I want you to do something to enhance it."

“Why are you here, then? We're a cologne company, not a -"

“You're working on something that shifts messes with pheromones, aren't you? An injection that enhances the power of a person's own natural attractors, making it so that even normal people would start getting mild hypnotic abilities."

“Yes, but it's only in the testing stages…"

“I don't care. I want you to work on that for me, and for me, [i]only[/i]. I want to be the only one with it. Then, then you will see what a true villain is like."

“The head of the company...he'll never let you do this. I'll tell -"

“He's next on my list. You, then him. But you better hurry and decide if you're helping. Sam here is almost done."

He pulled his hips up, just enough to let Ronald see what had happened to Sam so far. The muscled scientist had already gotten a fair old snout, and he pushed up, whimpering as he tried to keep licking at the dragon's ass. Delta chuckled and sat back down, swaying his hips back and forth over the big guy, feeling the rough scales against his ass.

“Mmm, yeah, he's really getting into it. So, are you going to help me, or not?"

“..."

It always came down to this, with the people of the city. They all wanted to be left alone, but that wasn't an option. In this city, with heroes and villains everywhere, anyone without a power was nothing more than a pawn in some way or another. They were either the news points that let the heroes keep score, or they were the means by which a villain enacted their plans. They could try and stay out of the way as much as they wanted; there was no way for it to really happen.

Delta smiled, using his tail to rub at Sam's twitching cock as he was rimmed. Damn, but he loved changing humans. Their bodies were so much better when they became lizard minions; the scales were better, smoother than their skin, and their tongues could go SO much deeper.

He stroked his cock idly through his costume as Ronald dragged it out, feeling the tongue sliding deeper into his ass and licking all over his insides. Groaning softly, he reached back with his free hand and spread his ass cheeks further, encouraging the transforming human to keep licking, and boy did he. That forked tongue - no longer bearing any resemblance to a human one - pushed deep, flicking over his sensitive little nub, and he grinned as he pushed his ass back against each intrusion.

“Heh, or, you can let him become a total slut...and see if you can survive against him when I leave. He's going to want more."

“Alright, alright! I'll do it. Just leave...leave him alone."

“Alright. I'm glad we can come to an agreement, Doctor Ronald."

He smiled as he got to his feet, and this time, didn't let the lizard below get back to his ass. He turned off the vent under his tail, and closed the hole as he stepped out of the way, looking down to see what damage he had caused.

It was pretty extensive. There was nothing human left to the creature, and most of the lab coat had been ripped apart by the transformation. Scales ripped through things pretty quickly during their growth, even if they were smooth, later. Pants were gone below the knee, and a prodigiously sized cock was left sticking down one leg. Almost down to the knee, in fact. A tail had ripped out the back, and the snout that pushed out of the former scientist's face twisted with lust, a long, sinuous tongue flicking back and forth across a pair of scaly lips.

“Such an improvement."

“You must be joking…"

“Big Muscles, you awake yet?"

“Yessssss."

[i]Mmm, he even has a hiss. Must have done a bigger number on him than I thought.[/i] Delta felt more than a little proud about that, though, to be honest. He looked over at Ronald, saw the look of fear, and looked back.

“How much do you remember?"

“Remember...sssssome, masssster."

“Good. Do you remember your colleague, here?"

He gestured at Ronald, and Big Muscles looked over at him. The lizard just stared for a few seconds, but finally nodded.

“Good. Then you will work with him on a personal project of mine. Follow all of his orders as long as it doesn't become a danger to me. Understand?"

“Yesssss, Massssster."

“Good boy. Ronald, I'll be back in a week. Have something for me by then? There's a good man."

“But -"

“By a week from today!"

#

It wasn't that hard to get back out of the labs, particularly as security had been completely disabled. The damage hadn't been that bad, either. One of the guards needed to be removed from the premises, but the other was just horny and obedient, with perhaps a little bit of scale growth along his legs. Nothing that couldn't be hidden, and it gave him an in for later.

After hiding the transformed minion somewhere else, he pulled out his phone and flicked through a few stolen schedules. The CEO of the cologne corporation had been easy enough to track, with his active social media tracking his every move. After all, nobody would go after someone that just made perfumes and stuff, right?

[i]They obviously have never heard of me.[/i]

He tracked the limo that the CEO was using, and followed it from a hotel to a conference. He watched from above as the old man - somewhat beyond his tastes - walked out of the convention center, shook a few hands...and dismissed his bodyguards. Delta grinned as the CEO got back into his limo on his own, with only his driver for company.

It was just too perfect.

Swooping off of the top of the building, he flew after the pair of them, slowly lowering himself bit by bit so that he stayed out of sight, but was always getting closer to the car. He followed them across the city, past several restaurants, and only when they were passing by a dead part of the street, near a park, did he strike.

The naturally heavy scales of a dragon served him well as he went into free-fall about forty feet above the car. He crossed his arms and pointed his feet towards the roof of the limo, guiding himself with minute twitches of his wings towards his destination. Even so, he braced himself with gritted teeth just before impact.

The roof shattered beneath his boots, and he came in hard. The floor of the car dented, scratching against the pavement below, and the driver immediately hit the brakes.

Delta didn't care. He slapped the window between driver and passengers shut, and immediately opened all the vents of his suit, flooding the area with his scent. Even he went light-headed for a second at the sheer power of the instantaneous release; there was no way the human would be able to deal with it, to resist it.

And he was right. As he sat up again, the human had frozen in mid-reach for the door. The gray-haired man was dopey looking, his eyes half closed, and due to the sheer concentrated power of the dragon's scent, the scale growth was already starting. Delta had timed it just about perfectly; now, as long as he didn't get caught…

He opened one door, slamming it into the driver's face as the other human tried to rescue his employer, and used it as a ventilator to keep the musk from getting too strong. He sat down on the far side of the limo, watching the scale growth slow, then stop. Still just at the level of being able to cover up with make-up, he supposed. Not much he could do about that, as the process was fairly irreversible. But at least it would keep the CEO on his side, doing what he wanted, and still able to be among other humans.

[i]I can always finish the conversion later,[/i] he thought, even as he grumbled at not having a proper lizard slave. It was like...like he was dealing with something sub-standard, when he had to leave them partially human.

Still, he made himself wait, letting the musk and scent settle to a proper level. It had to be just right, or the commands wouldn't stick. As he did, he idly started fondling himself, remembering how things had gone with Sam and Ronald. Sam had transitioned very nicely, and was looking very promising as a proper minion, a proper soldier...a proper slut. He grinned at the thought, feeling his hole twitch as he imagined that tongue back there again. Gods, but that had felt good.

Sadly, being around this old CEO was a bit of a boner-killer, so he had to stop. Shaking his head, he leaned forward.

“You are now my slave. And as my slave, I have a few commands for you…"

#

A week passed, and things changed slightly around the city. The big league supers were still fighting, still making headlines, but Delta didn't care about that. What he cared about - what he was interested in - were the small but powerful changes happening at the cologne company.

In the week that followed, the company announced a world-wide cancellation on their latest product, the Pheromone Handler, which was supposed to enhance anyone's personal production so that they were irresistable. It wasn't explained, but Delta was more than happy to see it happen. It meant that the CEO was following his orders, precisely.

The icing on the cake was a personal invitation from the CEO for a board meeting in a few days time, when he would have a chance to address every high ranking member and stockholder of the company as a 'personal consultant' of the head of it. He'd have access to some of the richest people in the city, and he could put them all under his sway.

Provided that he got his personal injection of the Handler before then. He hoped that Ronald had come through with his promise.

#

His corrupted security guard helped him through with a minimum of fuss, leading him to the elevator without encountering any further difficulties. He rewarded the guard with a smile and a breath of his musky scent, breathing it over his face. Chuckling as he left the spasming and orgasming guard behind, he made his way back to the lab.

It was...not quite as he had left it.

Broken glass littered the floor, and the room stank, but not of the same cologne scents as before. Instead, it smelled of sex. Sex and dragon. Delta grinned, recognizing the scent as something very similar to his own.

“Oh, bravo, Ronald, bravo."

“Help!"

Help? That was not a plea generally directed towards someone like him, that was for certain. The dragon glanced around the corner, and immediately saw why.

It seemed that Sam could no longer help himself, and the big man had shoved his former boss against the wall. Rather than fucking him - as most males would have done - the lizard had his tongue deep inside Big Brain's ass. Delta smirked as he saw a few scales spreading out from the hole, not as fast as he might have corrupted someone, but at a decent pace.

“Ah, I see that you two are having a little fun. Far be it from me to spoil it."

“Please...I did the job. I did what you asked. Make him stop!"

“Why? Why should I make him go without a little bit of fun? Why should -"

A second scent, just under the smell of dragon and sex. Delta tilted his head back, sniffing slightly, and then laughed.

“Heh, you had a second batch, huh? Not quite right. What happened? Did you spill it over something?"

“I - mmph - I couldn't...I slipped...it landed on me...While Sam was out."

“And now he can't stop."

“Please, he listens - AH! - to you. Make him...make him…"

“Make him what, Doctor?"

The scientist couldn't finish his statement, only groaning and leaning against the wall more. It wasn't too surprising; most of the lizard minions carried around some element of his transformative, lust inducing scent on them, and some of them had it in their saliva. It made for a wonderful corruption weapon, particularly when all they needed was a few seconds of licking something.

Add that to the fact that the scientist was basically getting it rectally injected, and it was spreading even faster.

Delta walked over to them, leaning in and whispering to the transforming Ronald.

“You need it now, don't you? That feeling, that sensation of a tongue whipping across your ass. It's one of the best feelings in the world. Who cares that you're losing your mind? Who cares that it's from something so...inhuman? You need it...you want it…"

“Want it...need it…"

“And you'll give it back, won't you? After all, there's no need for you to be the only one that enjoys that licking, that sucking, that fucking back there…"

“Give…"

Ronald groaned, and Delta smiled. The thoughts were planted, and that was all that mattered. If the scientist wanted to fight against the transformation and the corruption, he could try. No one ever managed it, and no one ever would.

Particularly not with the boost that he was about to get.

He followed the smell towards the far end of the room, finding the one vial that was still in good shape. Checking the label to be sure, he chuckled.

“That Bastard's Fucking Handler. Classy."

Delta picked up the vial and swigged it down. Perhaps it was meant to be an injection, perhaps it was meant to be swallowed, but in any case, it was meant to go in his body, and that's just what he did.

Knowing that it would take a while for the effects to be clear to him, he decide that it would be better to head out and test it somewhere else than to remain with two partially affected people. The dragon glanced over, a parting shot on his lips, and then just stared.

The pair of them had progressed from one rimming the other to both of them rimming each other. It wasn't that hard, either, considering that Big Muscles had a fair bit of size on Big Brains, and was holding him in such a position to make it possible. Two forked tongues disappeared up holes faster than the eye could follow, and neither seemed any more bothered by it than a dog was bothered by lapping water out of a bowl.

[i]What could I really say to that?[/i] he thought as he walked out, leaving one minion to convert the other for him. They'd be ready for collection in a couple of days, and in the meantime...well, he had something to test.

#

Delta could feel the chemicals burning in his blood a few days later, and better than he could have ever hoped. They felt like a real fire in him, and it left him sweltering in his costume. His scales were soaked, and he could feel himself getting hotter and hotter with each passing hour as he made his way to his scheduled meeting.

At the very least, his costume was acting as a pressure cooker on him, and with the enhancements - which he'd tested at several dives and bars, getting a good four dozen new minions in barely a couple of hours - he would become a god to the people in that meeting.

He didn't even bother with a disguise as he walked into the lobby, for the first time in daylight. Everyone turned to stare, but only for a moment before their eyes glazed over. A single vent open, and he was leaving people vacant, empty minded. No transformation yet, but it was a big lobby; the fact that he was keeping them from making any phone calls to the police was amazing enough.

He walked up to the receptionist - an airheaded woman, by the looks of her, and an airhead in fact as his musk settled on her. Smirking, he tapped his symbol on his chest.

“I'm Delta. I'm here to see the board of directors on a meeting today."

“Board...of…"

“I'll let myself in."

Walking around the receiptionist's desk - and seeing that she was already sprouting a tail from his close presence - he made his way to the now-familiar elevator and pushed the button for the top floor. Immediately the doors closed, and he was on his way up.

Delta couldn't believe the power of his musk now, his costume leaving him completely surrounded in it. [i]This must be what a roast feels like,[/i] was his main thought. In a pressure cooker, surrounded by all the fumes, forced into the meat and the solids to make it ever better. His head swam, both with the feeling of this new level of power and also with a bit of its own potency; he had never been affected by his own scent before, but he kept an eye on himself. It was much more powerful now, and he didn't know if it would have more of an effect on him now.

He groaned as he felt hotter and hotter in his suit. It had never left him feeling so...overheated before. Like he was burning up, like his scales were on fire beneath it. The dragon wanted to rip it off, wanted to throw it away and just run into that room naked, no matter how strange it was, but he fought it, pushed the urge down.

[i]The suit makes it stronger. The suit keeps it from weakening in the open air. Just let it go. Let it build.[/i]

It was what he always told himself, but he wasn't normally roasting in it in addition to carrying around the vapors, the musk, the 'gas' of his mind controlling scent. He groaned as his cock throbbed in his suit, begging for attention if he wouldn't let the rest of his body free. He groped himself, fondling himself, feeling it oozing with its own juices and adding to the mix inside of the whole suit. It was getting harder and harder to think straight.

The elevator dinged, and he almost gasped at the way that it ripped him back to reality. The dragon huffed and puffed, clearing his nose as he stepped into a long hallway. He could see the door to the board room at the far end, with sentinels of old stone busts looking at him as he started walking down the hall.

Every step felt like he was dragging weight behind him as he fought the temptation to rip off his costume and show himself off completely. He was Delta. He needed to keep up the image, and every past experience of taking off the suit had told him that the scent dispersed too quickly for him to get a proper transformation, a proper control of someone. Just a bit longer, and -

[i]Mmmph...can't take it...much longer…[/i]

His hands were already sliding up his chest, grabbing at the weaker latex in the chest. If he could just get a good grip, he could tear it. He could free himself from this heat, and show everyone what he really was. What Delta, what this dragon, could do without needing tools.

Where were these thoughts coming from? Why was he thinking so differently? Was he losing his mind? Was something wrong the serum?

[i]So...hot…[/i]

He was right at the door. All he needed to do was step through. All he had to do was step through, and he could open up a vent and take control of everyone. They'd be his. Their money would be his. All he had to do was wait two more seconds…

But he couldn't.

With a roar, the dragon grabbed his costume tight and yanked on it. The latex ripped off, dripping as it hit the ground, and it was like a wall of scent burst off of him. He leaned his head forward, breathing his musky 'gas' breath as if it was another dragon's fire blast, and the doors flew open as if they were hit with storm-class winds. It blasted through the room, sending paper flying, chairs spinning, and older men flying from their chairs.

The dragon panted as he stepped into the room, his feet leaving damp footprints on the ground behind him, his tail raised high as he walked in. His smell, his musk was flowing all over the room in a cloud of green and yellow, powerful and thick as the gas spread further along the floor. It rose up the walls, pouring off of him without any stopping. His eyes rolled back at the sheer bliss of having opened himself up, of showing himself off to the crowd of stockholders and board members. This...this was real power.

His cock throbbed as he stepped onto one of the chairs, and then onto the table. Not a member of the group could take their eyes off of him, and the gas was so strong that they were already transforming. No human heads around; everyone had already scaled over, and their snouts were pushing free, growing outwards from their faces.

Delta could only grin. He finally had a real power. He finally, finally would be taken seriously as the villain he was.

Turning on his heel, he yanked his tail over his head, and exposed his ass to one of the least changed of the board members.

“Get in here. I want your tongue as busy as you should have been all year long."

There was no resistance. The changing human crawled onto the table and shoved his head between the dragon's ass cheeks. Flickering tongue - rapidly thinning, and more rapidly growing - danced over his hole, and then slipped in. Delta grabbed hold of the board member, holding him there, feeling the scales getting heavier, thicker under his fingers, and feeling that tongue slide deeper and deeper into him.

“That's it...taste me...taste my musk...become my slave…"

“Become…"

“His…"

“Slave…"

The crowd droned it all together, and the power went right to his head. Delta laughed, throwing his head back and giggling almost like a madman as his cock twitched and throbbed from the continuous rimming.

“I've made it...I've made it to the top."

He heard the sound of someone running down the hall towards him, and turned. Several security guards. Nothing. Nothing to him. Even as they raised their weapons, he laughed and breathed another blast of his gas towards them, the musky wind shooting down like a gale force wind. Both of them were knocked over, and came back up gasping and panting, groping themselves as they started to transform under his eyes.

He needed more. More worship. More minions.

And now...He glanced towards the city, looking over it through the window. Now he had the power to take just what he wanted.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]