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"By the gods..." The young paladin gasped out. His body burned like the fury of the sun, his mind blank from the exhausting pain as he was on his knees, grasping the rock in his hand. He tried to focus, trying to flee from the pain somewhere else, anywhere but this sandy beach as something scratched down his back.

The past? No, too much. Recent memory. Walked down the insides of a tree. To another world. Or maybe bedrock. Sand, and water. As far as the eye can see. Vagrants walking the shore. And... and a hy-hydra. Chased, to, another. Dragon. How?

Heat flared up his chest as the paladin took another deep breath, a drop of sweat falling down his brow. His plate armor felt tighter and tighter against his chest, his lungs forcing the metal to bend outwards as the leather straps on his side strained, stretching to their limit. The paladins metal leggings did not fare any better, as they too felt awfully tight against his thighs and calves as the fire burning in his chest moved down to his legs.

He closed his eyes as a sharp pair of knives tore their way through his arms. The paladin thought the act would drench his gloves in blood, yet nothing came from the pain. Only a meager ripping sound and a cool wind dulling the heat. Continuing to grasp the strange rock, he wished for his nerves to shut down, to be encased in ice. Anything to quell this roaring, agonizing inferno inside him. His eyes pulsed, or perhaps something behind his eyes pushed against them, and the young paladin whined as the pulsing headache came to envelop his head with meticulous precision.

A light beamed onto him, piercing through the veil of his firmly shut eyes, illuminating the inside of his skull with the image of a dragon. Forcing his eyes open, his gaze locked onto the stone in his hand. The crevices in it had started to glow, a crude form of a dragon shining within it, though that was not what caught the paladin's attention. His glove had ripped apart, and at the tip of his fingers he had grown fearsome claws, able to render the flesh off bones and create gashes in the strongest metal. Following his clawed digits, he turned his palm and saw hardened, strong, scales spread across his hand. Finding some strength in him, he pulled away the destroyed rags of his former gloves to see the scales creep further up his forearm, brown fur poking out underheat the hem of his shirt as he felt the scales continue to crawl up his arm.

The pressure on his skull did not stop even if the man had been mesmerized by his new arm, a strong pulse reminded him of it as he closed his eyes. The back of his head pounded harder and harder. He felt as if his skull would crack, that he would bleed out of his ears soon enough if it continued. His hunch proved correct, as he felt blood trickle down the back of his head as something broke the skin and continued to press outwards. Not being given a moments rest, his throat began to sizzle. A coarse cough escaping him as the light sizzle turned to a burn. It rose through his neck and pushed itself into his mouth, small trails of smoke flowing out of the corners of his jaws. Once it had reached his lips, it continued to strain, pressuring his maw for more room. The fire extended his skull further, sculpting his flat face into a sharp snout with the extreme heat. He opened his jaw to let this magma out, to cool his boiling spit, but only a long, slender, tongue fell out. The paladin had great control over it, brushing it against his flattening nostril and newly formed fangs. Finally, the pain in his head subsided and he now carried a draconic skull, two horns protruding from the back of his head, on his furry shoulders. He breathed out in relief, getting used to his new maw and furry beard. A small flame erupted from his mouth as he did so. It was beautiful, transcendent, and warm like the burning inside him.

The fire still roared inside the young paladin's body as he closed his eyes once more, yet it was not in pain this time. A deep groan rumbled through his throat and maw as the intense flame still burned, but his new mind saw it as soothing. In some moments he would describe it as pleasurable, comforting, euphoric even as it spread through his body. The arms of his shirt grew tighter, hugging his blooming, scaled, physique firmly. With a grin unbecoming of the paladin, he tensed up his arms in a flex. The already straining cloth ripped asunder as his bicep tensed up, becoming as hard as refined steel and growing to a twin peaked mountain. A gasp escaped him as the roaring fire tempered to a bright glow. The flex seemingly spreading cooling water from his burgeoning muscles to his arms and flowing up to his widened shoulders.

The blazing flare continued to pulse down the paladin's legs, further pressing onto the already tight fit of his leg plating and sabatons. The tense metal around his feet paining him until the nails, with a sound reminiscent of an arrow being shot from a bow, shot out of his boots. With one strong pulse, the metal around his feet fell off. The paladin's feet were finally free from his cramped sabatons. Or rather, his clawed feet stretched free for the first time without the flimsy metal impending them. Looking behind him, the paladin saw two clawed feet sprout out of his leggings. They too were scaled with the familiar rough hard scales of his hand, with three toes pointing forwards and one back, each digit sharing his fingers clawed nature.

A flash in his mind told their purpose. Gripping, never letting go, a firm foundation to stand upon. Instinctually he hissed as he stretched his clawed digits and huffed as he flexed them, imagining grabbing something firmly. The act of which broke the seams of his pants, as his scaled, diamond calves cut through the fabric like a blade through a demon.

He did not admire them for long as he felt a sharp pain up his thighs. The flares had stopped pulsing and concentrated into two, smaller stars in his upper legs. Pounding outwards in a seemingly desperate act to be free from their leggings. This the paladin could handle, his mind calming as the two stars pulsed in his thighs. Yet, as if sensing his calmed demeanor, a force began to press on his lower back ruthlessly. A gasp, and a light flame, escaping him as the hot waves pushed outwards.

The waves focused on his lower spine, pulsing feverishly alongside his tailbone, as the paladin panted in bliss and desperation. The nonstop assault was too much for his now overstimulated mind, the tightness of his thighs and the exquisite stretching of his back. Gingerly he placed a hand at his flank, reveling in the size that his tree trunk thighs, strong hips, and derriere had grown into, along with the explosive strength roaring inside them. Slowly he cut the straining straps holding together his leg plating in twain, letting the metal hang off his knee before falling to the sand below with a thud. As with his gloves, his pants had been destroyed by the rapid growth and the sharp scales from his transformation. Yet as he as he traced along his leg, gripping his muscular thigh, he felt these scales would protect him more than any metal could.

The stars moved from his thighs, heating up his abs and stomach before settling in on his chest, eventually merging into a massive sun. He panted harder as the heat overflowed inside him, each breath accompanied by smoke and cinders as he heaved. The paladin's lungs felt tight inside his chest. The blazing sun pulsed stronger than any star or flame had done before, pressing the already ill-fitting chest-plate to its limits. The paladin lost his breath for a moment as the waves around his rear collected themselves into a massive ball of heat, growth, strength and climbed up his spine, eventually settling between his shoulder blades. Attacked on two fronts, the paladins gasped for air. His tongue hanging out the side of his maw, dripping with saliva, as he desperately tried to fill his needy lungs. Try as he might, the armor stayed on through his feverish clawing at his front. His mind began to go blank once more from this desire, this need to be free from this metal jail surrounding his body, as he took one final breath. With a shout that shook the world around him, he freed himself from the metal cage around his chest as the parts broke and flew of him in a majestic display of strength.

Freed from his torment, and transformation completed, the draconic paladin took a moment to recover before he stood up on shaky legs. Pieces of his armor, of his former self and holy creed, lay strewn about the sandy bank as he admired his new form. A hand followed from the top of his full, powerful, meaty pecs down to his washboard abdominals as they radiated heat, as if a dragon's fire had blended with his body. As he moved his arm around, he took note of something jutting out of his back. Looking over his strong shoulders he saw a pair of scaled wings poking out of his wide, sculpted back. Too small to fly with, yet a sign of his new draconic heritage, of the flames burning in his blood. From his abs, the paladin's hand idly rested on his side, his clawed thumb exploring his strong obliques before meeting another new feature. A small, yet perky, tail had grown out where his tailbone was before. He had to admit, it looked cute as it swung from side to side, but he wondered what weapon would be made from that bone once fully grown.

Only one piece of clothing, one last part of his former self, had survived the ordeal without breaking in the process of his transformation, though it still felt tighter around his crotch and hips. His underwear clung onto the draconic paladin as their life depended on it, hugging the form of his new body exquisitely. Tied up around his stronger hips and tightly pressed against supple backside as the cloth struggled to hold itself in one piece as it carried his new, obscenely large, package up front.

A spark of lust lit inside him as he laid eyes upon his... previously forbidden parts. Ideas of further exploring his body intimately made his member jump in excitement, nearly breaking his undergarments as a wet spot formed on them. But as he looked upon the wide, empty, expanse of the world around him, the draconic paladin felt a wave of exhaustion hit him. His body finally taking its toll from the sudden and aggressive change. With a yawn, the paladin fell back first into a dune of sand, not feeling any desire to fight against his tired body. He turned his head, seeing the stone dragon that gave him the strange rock he still clutched before falling asleep. After all this he needed a good, long, relaxing, wet dream inducing, rest.