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It was a cool, yet clement March morning, as the first few rays of the new spring sun bathed over the dregs of snow that had yet to be melted by the warming weather. Birds were singing happily in the trees as they went about their business of rebuilding their nests, while a few bees flitted from the honeysuckle to the irises, humming merrily along while they worked in unison.

Silus threw open the windows to his room and leaned on the sill, closing his eyes and letting the sun and the breeze wash over his face. He breathed a content sigh as the wind riffled through his shockingly red hair which just barely grazed his shoulders. The sun felt warm on his sun-kissed chest, and while he knew he had a lot of college work to do that day, he couldn’t help but enjoy the peaceful tranquillity of the morning.

But sadly, he knew this had to end. He slowly opened his eyes again, squinting a little as they adjusted to the bright light, before turning on his heel and making for the shower while everyone else was asleep; if he was honest with himself, it was one of the bigger drawbacks to living with housemates, especially other students, but since he had classes in the morning anyway, he didn’t mind too much waking early to get the hot water.

As he stepped through the threshold to the tiled room, clad in nothing but his boxers, he shivered a little at the sudden change of temperature being in the house’s shadow brought with it, before stripping off and turning on the shower. Sliding in, he gasped happily as the hot water chased away the early morning chill, before grabbing a bottle of shampoo and getting to work.

Minutes passed as Silus moved from his hair to the rest of his body, being particularly fastidious with cleaning every inch of himself, including under his nails. Before too much longer, he put away his brushes and loofahs as he stepped out into the cold bathroom, shuddering and reaching quickly for his towel.

Within seconds, he had dried off and dashed back to the warmth of his bedroom, where golden sunbeams were spilling across his floor from through the window. With a reluctant sigh, he fished a clean pair of boxers from the depths of his drawers, followed by a long pair of pants and a plain red shirt. He pulled on his socks and sneakers, then grabbed his favourite black leather jacket from his wardrobe; it was the first thing he bought with his first pay check years and years ago now, and while it still fit perfectly, it was starting to show its age. It wasn’t that he was rough with it, it was his most treasured possession after all, but things around him just seemed to fall apart if he wasn’t exceedingly careful.

He strode past the empty aquarium he had set up near the window which had once provided many different reptiles with shelter at some point in its life, grabbed his bag from the back of his chair, before striding out, down the stairs and into the yard. He was about to step onto the quiet, suburban road when he spotted something lying in the grass near the gate. Silus kneeled down to examine it; it was an egg, alabaster white, and no bigger than his palm.

He peered at it curiously, before looking around; the nearest tree was over five metres away, and it was extremely unlikely that the egg would have rolled that far in the grass. But he still stood up and looked at the tree, trying to find any sign of a nest that it could have fallen from.

Five minutes later, and no matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t find the egg’s nest. He thought about calling someone who might know more about looking after them, but as he glanced at his watch, he didn’t know if he could afford to wait around and miss a class. He bit his lip as his thoughts rushed around in his head at a million miles an hour, before he kneeled down again to gingerly reach out for the egg.

The instant his fingers brushed against its porcelain-smooth surface, he felt a warm tingle spread through his hand. He slowly picked it up, marvelling at how surprisingly heavy it felt in his hand, before hurrying back inside. Silus dashed back to his room and over to the tank by the window, then gently placed it down in a pile of wood chips. He ducked down and started rummaging around in the cupboards underneath, before pulling out and hooking up a heat lamp. He clipped it onto the side of the tank, aimed it squarely at the egg, then turned it on.

He was about to call out to one of his housemates to ask them to keep an eye on the egg, but out of nowhere, he felt a sudden pang of possessiveness over it. In a flash, it was gone, but like a bad aftertaste, it seemed to linger in his mind enough that he thought better of asking for help. With one last glance at the egg, now resting comfortably in the aquarium tank, he once again left for school.

The trek to his local college wasn’t that far and took Silus half an hour at most. The sun was starting to rise higher in the sky now, and the once-cool morning had made way for a quite humid day. As Silus trudged into the lecture hall and slumped onto a seat near the back, he dumped his bag on the seat next to him and fished out his notes. The class got underway without much of a hitch, but Silus was starting to find it exceedingly difficult to concentrate.

As much as he tried to keep his attention on the lecturer, he couldn’t help but start to drift off in the warmth of the day. His mind felt as scattered as pollen in the breeze, and his thoughts started drifting inexorably towards the egg now safely hidden in his room. It was a strange sensation, one of an almost overbearing protectiveness over it, as well as a weird feeling of not quite being able to control his own thoughts. His body felt weird too; it felt heavy in all the wrong places, and extremely sensitive to boot. He felt worry starting to take root in his stomach, was the egg alright? Was the heat lamp set too high or too low? Had anyone gone into his room and messed with his stuff?

He looked around nervously, eyeing everyone around with a suspicion he wasn’t entirely sure they deserved; Silas slowly stood up and slipped out, and once clear of the lecture theatre, broke out into a sprint for home.

Within minutes, he was leaning against the fence to his home, his chest heaving from the exertion of his mad dash. He jumped over the gate and ran in, ignoring the tightening in his chest, and leapt up the stairs two at a time. He almost put a hole in his door getting in, but before too much longer he had made it through. As he burst in, his gaze immediately shot to the egg sitting in the tank, and he was instantly relieved when he saw it was still there, completely unharmed.

He slumped onto his bed and sighed softly, his head in his hands; off course the egg would have been alright, why wouldn’t it? Why would anyone want to do anything to it? Was he just being stupid?

Silus stood up and glanced over at the egg again, before shaking his head and stepping out into the hallway. Instantly, a feeling of unease fell upon him, and he looked back at his room, puzzled.

“Hey Silus, what’s up?” a soft, female voice behind him suddenly asked.

He yelped in surprise and spun around, spotting the bemused expression of a mousy-haired housemate of his.

“Oh, Feo, sorry, I just…” he stammered, wincing a little as his voice cracked a little out of nowhere.

Feo giggled a little to herself, “Did you have an MIB moment? You know, where you walk into a room and completely forget why you went in there?” she asked, a wide grin on her face, before she cocked her head to one side as she examined him a little more closely, “Are you alright, though? I can’t quite put my finger on it, but you look a little off…”

Silus was quiet for a moment, before shrugging, seemingly sapped of almost all of his energy, “I’m not sure… I think I just need to lay down for a bit,” he replied softly, turning his back to her and making for his room again.

Feo just gazed out after him, concern etched on her features, “I’m just about to head out to the shops, did you want anything?” she called out. At his negative grunt, she sighed and shook her head, before leaving him alone.

It took all of Silus’ energy to heave himself to the bed and strip out of his clothes, before collapsing onto his soft sheets. As he rolled over to try to get comfortable, he shivered from the cold and bundled himself up in his sheets, seeming to completely not notice the warmth of the day outside.

Silus’ body itched, but he didn’t have the energy to do anything about it. God, did his body itch though! It started soft, like the light brush of a feather, but it slowly started morphing into a hot pain. Growling in frustration, he slowly heaved himself back to his feet and made his way to the bathroom, not even bothering to take off his boxers this time as he stepped into the stream of the shower. But then his whole body started heating up, like he had been working out under the hot sun all day long.

Closing his eyes and wincing in pain, he made the shower as cold as he could to try to drive the burning heat out of him. But everywhere the cold water touched, just seemed to burn hotter and hotter. It wasn’t that he couldn’t feel the cold water running down his body, but it seemed like his skin was just unwilling to let the trapped heat go.

He had to admit though, the sensations of the water streaming over his breasts did feel wonderful.

Wait…

Breasts?

Silus glanced down at his body in surprise; where once was a perfectly normal male chest, now two generously sized breasts were protruding. It was at that point that Silus realised that he wasn’t freaking out about this anywhere near like he should be, right? I mean, you don’t grow a pair of tits in minute or two, not naturally, that’s for sure! But why wasn’t he absolutely panicking right now?

He stepped out of the shower, not bothering to dry off, and peered at himself in the mirror; while that was definitely his face staring back at him, something about it indeed seemed off. A lot of the hard, male lines had been smoothed away, but it wasn’t so overtly done as to appear feminine. At this point, he could easily pull off androgynous if he tried a little.

Perplexed, but no doubt at this point thinking he was dreaming, Silus made his way back to his room and kicked off his sopping boxers. He sat down on the bed and let his hands roam across his new body. After all, if this was a dream, why shouldn’t he be allowed to enjoy it?

His fingers brushed against the sensitive nubs of his nipples, eliciting a gasp of unexpected pleasure. He gently squeezed his breasts, shivering and moaning happily as he squeezed his legs together. Another squeeze caused his legs to flex and stretch as Silus began indulging himself in the pleasures of his new body. And it seemed his dream wasn’t through with him yet, because before long, he felt an empty, burning ache in his loins.

He cast his gaze downward and realised that his penis, which had up until this point been very unhappy with its lack of attention, had completely vanished, replaced by a needy, and excitingly new, pussy.

Well, not replaced. After all, she was a girl! Of course that’s what should have been there!

But that didn’t help the burning need she felt down below. So she slowly slid a hand down her silky-smooth skin, down between her legs, to try to satiate the heat with the closest thing she had; her fingers.

She slowly circled her new clit with her index finger, and it took all her self-control not to scream in desperation to the heavens above. But she soon gave in to her carnal desires and slid a finger inside her clenching slit. She grabbed a pillow with her spare hand and had just enough time to get it over her mouth to muffle the howl of pleasure she made.

She started humping lewdly at her finger, but soon found that it wasn’t quite enough. So in went another! And for a while, that seemed to help ease the emptiness. But even that soon wasn’t enough to keep the agonising heat away. Silas whined and bit at her lip as she glanced around the room, desperately looking for anything that she could use; bottles, utensils, anything!

But then her gaze fell upon the egg in the tank, still being baked under the heat lamp. She felt her cunny clench hard around her fingers as the thought crossed her mind, and before she even had a chance to think about just what her sex-crazed mind was considering, she was already half-way over to the tank.

She reached in with slick fingers and gingerly picked up the warm egg, holding it with a reverence reserved for either the most holy of objects or the tiniest of lives. She held it close to her chest as she slowly made her way back to the bed, kicking away some of her sheets to give her enough space to spread her legs wide.

She began by gently rubbing the egg against her slit, lubricating it up with her feminine juices. It felt hot against her nether lips, far hotter than it had any right to be. But she needed it. She didn’t know why, but she had a compulsion, a frantic desire that the egg needed to be a part of her. No, more than that. It was her egg, and she needed to protect it with her life. With her everything.

With a loud, almost hysterical cry, the egg started sliding inside her, millimetre by millimetre. Every surface it touched grew in sensitivity by magnitudes, sending her into a state of euphoric bliss. Before long, her lips had completely swallowed the egg inside her, and it was now up to her inner muscles to tug and pull it deeper.

She laid there, drifting on the tides of nirvana as the egg continued its snails pace into her, setting her insides alight with need while she idly rubbed at her lower abdomen to help encourage the egg to travel deeper. In fact, she barely noticed the pain as her cervix spread wide enough to let the egg fall into her womb, into her most sacred of spaces.

Silas squirmed and moaned in pleasure as she felt the egg so deep inside her, and the burning need that had previously been limited to her loins had now spread to the rest of her body. Her skin was on fire with desire, not just to be filled, but with a fierce desire to protect her own. She huffed softly, her flushed skin sweating under the fan overhead as she slowly clambered to unsteady feet. Not because she was feeling particularly weak-kneed over her current state, but for some other reason… She could feel the rest of the changes coming on, and now that she had her precious egg back, she knew exactly what was coming.

Paying absolutely no mind to who might be nearby or who might see her, she ran out of her room, completely naked, with a few glistening strands of honey connecting her nethers and her legs. She stormed down the stairs and was barely able to make it to the lawn outside before her knees gave way; the last changes were finally beginning!

She watched in rapt awe as her legs started twitching and shifting under her gaze. It was completely and utterly painless as she watched bones dissolve and reform, to snap and move around under her skin. Every pop and movement was like another burst of ecstasy, and as her spine started shifting too, she threw back her head and roared in pleasure.

At that, two things started happening: what at first appeared to be a red rash started spreading across her body outwards from her cunny, and she began growing in size. Fast. But her body’s changes were advancing faster. Her arms shifted into a pair of powerful forelegs, while a severe pressure at the base of her spine blossomed into a long, graceful tail. Her neck grew in length, while her facial structure changed to that more suited for an apex predator of the highest order.

The rash across her body started hardening, revealing themselves to be hard, glistening scales of the deepest ruby red. A pair of impressive, curved horns sprouted from her head as razor sharp talons turned the ground below to loam. She roared a sky-shattering, dominating cry to the heavens as two wings burst from her back, fluttering weakly at first, before gaining strength and folding across her back.

She slowly climbed to her feet and sniffed at the air; now that she was restored to her proper form, she needed to find someplace safe to lay her brood. After all, she was the mother of dragons! She had a job to live up to!