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It was a simple white patch, large enough to stretch across most of his back. Hard to believe it was supposed to be some kind of miracle painkiller...but Neal needed it to be if he wanted to be back to work any time soon. “I didn't see the box, though...are you sure you left it there?"

“I was pretty sure I did. Maybe someone walked by and thought it was trash. But I can tell you what you need to do, don't worry, I used these a bunch before." The other end of the phone held Anton, a longtime friend of Neal's. They'd met in junior high and leaned on each other for support during the trying times. Neal had been worried about him recently; ever since he'd started going out with Domingo, Anton had been kind of cool towards him, and Neal worried that he might be jealous that he wasn't number 1 in his life anymore, but it seemed like they'd patched things up in recent weeks.

“And you're sure they work? I mean...you know what they say about stuff that sounds too good to be true."

Anton's voice brimmed with a confidence that was hard to fake. “Without question. They're fantastic, good for general soreness, or injuries like yours. Just stick the patch to the area you're hurting and leave it overnight. You'll be amazed at how well it works!"

Neal rolled his eyes; the ad campaign wasn't exactly winning him over. Still, he figured it probably wasn't going to make things worse to give it a shot. “And what kind warnings are there about it?"

“Nothing too serious. The usual 'don't mix with other medications' stuff and a few rare health risks and common side effects. I'll be getting another box tomorrow so I'll drop by with more info for you then. Don't worry if it starts itching or burning, that's normal, it'll do that for a bit and then quit. And make sure to keep it on overnight! You won't see any benefit if you don't!"

“I think you mentioned that already, but I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Thanks, Anton, you're a lifesaver."

“Don't mention it! I'll check in with you tomorrow, you let me know how it goes!"

Setting his phone down, Neal turned his full attention back to the patch. He was still a bit wary to use something he'd never even heard of, but then again, he'd never had a back injury before so why would he know about the best treatments? And Anton sounded sincere enough in his support...maybe there really was something to it.

Shrugging, he peeled off the backing and maneuvered to place it where it needed to go. This proved a bit tricky - applying it to his lower back required moving around a bit in ways that triggered some jolts of pain. He fought through it, getting it placed and smoothed down, making sure it was sticking firmly to his back when all was said and done. The pain ebbed again as he laid back down, resuming the dull ache that had tormented him for days. Here's hoping this sends it away for good.

And the early results seemed promising: a warmth in his back where the path had been applied, radiating deeper into him, seeming to quell a good deal of the ache within a short time. It felt really good, the first real relief he'd had in a while. The promised itching and burning did arise after about two hours, but fortunately didn't get too intense for him to handle, and only lasted a half hour. He resisted the urge to scratch or pull at it, making sure he didn't loosen or damage the patch and risk killing its effects; once it stopped, he felt completely normal again. The pain was also drastically reduced, only arising as a few twinges here and there.

For the first time in too long, he was able to get into his bed and not feel that ache, not have it intrude into his efforts to sleep or force him to shift around uncomfortably. It still left him wondering if this was truly going to last, or if he'd need to find a way to get additional patches to keep it going...but as he drifted off peacefully, he was glad that that was his biggest concern now.

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Something felt uncomfortable as Neal awoke. Not in the way that he was familiar with...no, this was completely different. His eyes slid open, only to find something odd in his field of vision, something blue extending out from his face. He raised a hand to brush it away, but two things happened as he made contact. First, he realized that the blue thing extending from his face was his face; and second, his hand was also blue, and that was only the first thing wrong with it.

In an instant frenzy, he tore out of bed, dashing to the closet and tearing it open to show the full-length mirror. The sight that greeted him told him that it wasn't just his face and his hand. No, his whole body had changed. Deep blue scales covered most of his body, with lighter-colored ones down his chest and stomach. His fingers and toes were tipped with claws...he realized with a jolt that he only had three toes, instead of his normal five. His head had changed shape completely, becoming elongated like a lizard's, and he could feel a tail twitching behind him.

It took him several moments of near panic before he tore at the patch, and found nothing. It was like it had disappeared. It couldn't have been a coincidence, it had to be the patch that had done this, people didn't wake up a different species just randomly.

At least the pain's gone… It was an absurd thought, but actually helped him get himself grounded in reality again. Something had to have gone wrong, and he needed to find out what.

His first thought was to call Anton, but he dismissed that, knowing that he was working all day and got testy when interrupted. His second that was to try Dom, but he nixed that too - how could he tell him he'd turned into a lizard? (The fact that Dom was going to have to find out eventually quickly passed by without so much as an acknowledgment.) The idea of a doctor sounded promising until he started doubting that they would actually believe him; he certainly wouldn't have.

Having exhausted the reasonable options, he realized he knew what he needed to do: find the makers of the patch and ask them. They had to know this could happen, didn't they? They could tell him what to do.

The computer was his friend and savior, though the marks his claws left on it would probably have suggested a different story. It wasn't even that difficult to find, a simple search for “miracle back pain patch" got him right there: the Generdex Herpetus Surface Pain Reliever, a product with no end to the rave reviews for what it had done for them. Not a single mention of being turned into a lizard, but that would have been something he'd have heard about, he was sure. Their contact number was easily accessible, and Neal was scrambling for the phone, the number dialed before he even realized that he had no idea what he was going to say.

“Generdex Customer Service, how can I help you?" It barely even got past the first ring, leaving Neal at a loss. He should have tried to prepare something...would they even believe him? The phone wasn't exactly designed for his head shape, either, would they hear him?

Swallowing, he made his best effort. “Yes, I...well, I used your product...and...um, how should I say this…"

“You turned into a lizard, didn't you?" The voice on the other end took on an exasperated tone that made it clear to Neal that something had given away his plight...and that he clearly couldn't have been the first. “You would think having it written all over the box NOT to leave the patch on for too long would be enough, but I suppose that's asking too much of some people!"

He was somewhat taken aback by the harsh attitude. “I...er, I didn't have a box. A friend gave it to me. He said to leave it on overnight, that's all I did!"

“Right...well, there's no point in playing the blame game now." She didn't sound like she believed him, but Neal didn't care much if it got him some help. “We need your address, we're going to send a specialist over to assist you."

A specialist? For someone who gets physically transformed? Neal didn't even have time to question why such a thing would be necessary, although it was constantly racing through his head as he rattled off his address. She repeated it back to him, several times in a slow voice, confirming she had it right well beyond what Neal thought was necessary.

“He'll be out to you within an hour. Stay inside and try not to freak out too much while you're waiting." She hung up on him after that, leaving Neal again stunned at the attitude. He would have thought a malady like this would command some concern or something...on the other hand, it gave his mind something else to harp on, which helped calm him down. Distractions...yes, something to avoid thinking about what had happened to him, or at least focus his thoughts elsewhere.

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Distractions only proved so helpful; by the time the hour was rolling around, his thoughts were fully on his unexpected shape, and what it would mean for him. Certainly, he couldn't imagine returning to a normal life, unless they had some way to reverse this. His anxiety was at such a peak that when the knock came at the door, he practically leapt out of his skin - and then briefly ruminated on the idea, wondering if he possibly could and find himself back in the old skin.

A second knock came, and he rushed up to the door, shaking his head to try to clear it. He pulled it open...

He certainly wasn't expecting another lizard to be staring back at him. He looked very similar to Neal, except slightly shorter and green rather than blue. He was also wearing what looked like a lab coat over other garments, though no footwear, and was carrying a large bag with medical markings on it. “I assume you're Neal Arbought."

It took a few seconds for Neal to recover. “Yeah...I'm, uh, I'm Neal...what's going on here?"

“I'm the specialist. They sent me over to assess you. Would you mind if I came in?"

“Oh, right…" Shaking his head again, he moved aside and allowed the green reptile into the apartment.

As soon as they were inside and the door was closed and locked, the green lizard started in on him. “I'm Dr. Pascal Ligh, I'm Generdex's specialist on the adverse reactions to the Herpetus. I'm going to need to give you a full examination right away, to make sure there are no noticeable health issues that have arisen from this process." Neal felt a bit perturbed by the somewhat distant air Pascal was giving him, but kept his mouth shut; he needed someone to talk to about this, and pissing the doctor off wouldn't accomplish that.

“I'd ask you to get undressed, but it appears you've already accomplished that." Neal's eyes widened as Pascal looked back over at him, and he felt himself redden; the change had taken up so much of his mind that he hadn't even thought about clothing himself.

“I...I'm sorry, I didn't…"

“Don't worry about it. I need you unclothed anyway. Your physical will have to be thorough to make sure nothing has happened to you. Besides the obvious, of course."

“Oh...still, I should have-"

“Your clothes likely wouldn't fit well anyway. Your body shape has changed, and you probably grew several inches from the transformation. And believe me, I'd rather you showed up not wearing anything than trying something absurd like a muumuu, or a bedsheet toga, or hiding behind curtains."

“That's...wait. How many people have you visited, exactly?!"

Pascal gave him a sharp look. “I was being hypothetical...I've only encountered the toga before. If you can really call it that, even. Regardless, this is not something that happens daily. You are case number 15. Incidentally, as I'm sure you're wondering now, I was number five...I've been working at Generdex for a while, and helped develop the patch in question. No one foresaw this reaction to it." His explanation almost sounded affronted, and Neal got the impression that he was fiercely defensive of his product despite the reaction that even he had suffered.

He kept quiet for a bit, sitting in a chair as Pascal began his examination. The doctor looked him over, asking questions about his general health and anything he'd felt during the hours he had been awake today. Neal answered them all as best he could, still feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything, and not exactly getting a fond impression of Pascal; the other reptile had a rather chilly manner, not personable at all. And that got Neal a bit curious.

“Do you...come across this often?"

“No, extremely rarely. It's not a common reaction. Many people leave the patch on overnight without changing...but it's still documented, and for that reason every effort is made to get people to comply with the warnings. We can't outright tell them it could transform them, for obvious reasons, but we try to stress the risk. Since the effects on pain are basically over in a couple hours anyway, it doesn't typically become a big deal."

“Is there any way to go back?"

Pascal stopped his probing and gave Neal a rueful look. “If there was, do you think I'd still be looking like this?"

Neal's heart sank. “Shit...my job...my boyfriend...what the hell am I gonna do?"

“I would advise you to hold off on such questions for a little bit. I don't want to get bad readings because of acute stress levels. Besides, I can assure you that you can still live a good life like this...it'll be a somewhat different life, but a good one nonetheless."

“Do you really believe that?" For once, Pascal's demeanor slipped, looking back at Neal in surprise and, perhaps, a little pain. Neal regretted asking it, even though he still felt it was an important question.

“...I won't lie. It's lonely. People don't know how to deal with you, so they tend to stay away." Pascal's voice and demeanor dropped noticeably, a deep tinge of sadness rising within. “Even those who don't stay away, you can tell they're looking at you, and they don't feel all that comfortable with it. The moment you say something that doesn't fly, they're backing away. And they feel threatened, because...well, I guess there's a conditioning to look at scaled creatures as dangerous and unpleasant."

“I'm sorry...I didn't mean to…" Neal trailed off, not sure how he could finish that.

Pascal shook his head. “I had that coming...I get so used to how I'm treated that I just avoid trying to establish any type of connection. Act like the robotic professional, and you don't have to worry...someone was going to call me on it at some point."

“Still, that was rude. I'm just…"

“I've been there...I understand." Pascal straightened up and sighed, settling himself back into his role. “Well...judging by your responses and my examination, you appear to be in fine health. I think it's unlikely that you'll be at any real risk of serious complications, apart from the transformation itself."

“Does that happen...well, in the cases you've seen, is that unusual?"

“Out of 15, only two have had anything of note, and it's not entirely certain that it can be ascribed to the change...but this is something that there's just no precedent for, so we exercise every available caution." Pascal flipped a page in his notepad. “You told the service representative that you didn't have a box for this...can I ask how that happened?"

Neal nodded. “My friend gave the patch to me. I strained my back and I was desperate for something...he said he left the box out for me, but I couldn't find it. I called him up and asked him about it, since he gave it to me."

“And he read you off the warnings, correct? That it shouldn't be worn too long? That it should be removed if you feel strange sensations?"

“No, not even. In fact he said I should wear it overnight. He even said it twice."

Pascal's eyebrows (or eyeridges, Neal noted, since he didn't really have brows) raised up at that. “Really? He even emphasized that? That's practically the only warning Generdex cares about. There's never actually been any other serious side effect; they had to make up some to put on the label because they didn't think the FDA would buy that. The transformation thing is about the only thing that could happen, so they have the warnings plastered all over. He couldn't have misread it...could you have misheard?"

“No, not at all...fuck, you don't think-"

The door suddenly opened, and before either one of them could react, they were staring at a Hispanic man and he was staring back at them. Neal had lost track of time, he hadn't realized how soon his boyfriend would be home...now he was caught flat-footed and without a ready script for how to break the news.

Domingo was the first one to recover. “What the fuck is going on here?"

“Dom...it's...it's me, Neal," Neal stuttered, shaking quite a bit now. “Something...something went wrong...I used a patch for pain, and it…"

“A patch for...wait…" Dom's eyes suddenly started to light up with comprehension. “That Generdex patch...the one they said turned people into lizards? That one?"

“You...you knew about that?"

“I just...I heard a coworker talking about it a couple months ago...I thought she was bullshitting us! That actually happens?"

“In a small number of cases," Pascal finally said, a bit defensively.

“And who exactly are you?"

“My name is Dr. Pascal Ligh. I'm a specialist checking up on your friend here. Did you know he was using this patch?"

“No...well, I mean, not specifically. He said he was getting something from Anton, but I wasn't sure what it was. He gave you one of those patches?"

Before Neal could respond, another person appeared at the open door. “What the hell is going on here?" Anton didn't react nearly as harshly as Dom had, nor did he seem quite as surprised or disturbed or anything else.

“Anton!" Neal had forgotten he was going to show up, too. Turning into a lizard had a funny way of messing with one's memory. “Why did you tell me to keep the patch on overnight? Look at me!"

Anton gave Neal a look that seemed a combination of smugness and disgust. “I don't know why you're trying to pin this on me. I must've said six times not to keep it on overnight. It's not my fault if you don't listen."

“What?! You ass, you did not say that! You told me TWICE to leave it on overnight! You said I wouldn't get any results if I didn't!"

“Jesus, always gotta find a scapegoat, huh?" Anton shook his head and looked over to Dom. “Some people, they just can't own up to their mistakes, can they? Wonder what else he's messed up and hasn't told you about."

“Sir, you aren't being helpful," Pascal said with a clear edge to his voice. “Did you or did you not direct him to use this patch for longer than he was supposed to?"

Anton gave Pascal the stink eye. “The hell business is it of yours? I told you, it's not my fault this happened, and I'm not gonna sit here and take shit from some freak. Come on, Dom, let's go."

Dom looked at him in bewilderment. “Let's go? What're you talking about?"

“Get out of here and away from these freaks! Come on, you don't really want to be with a dangerous mutant, do you? We should get away while we still can!"

Dom didn't move, and was silent a moment. “...What do you mean, 'be with a dangerous mutant?'"

“I said be around, not be with. But same difference." It was clear Anton didn't like that he was being questioned here. “Come on."

“No, it's not 'same difference,' Anton. It's a world of difference. Because it sounded like you were asking me roughly the same question you asked when I first started going out with Neal."

Neal did a double take. He had not heard about that before.

For a moment Anton looked stricken. “No, it's not...I mean, look at him, he's a monster, he could take your head off! You aren't seriously telling me you want to date THAT?"

Dom's expression was turning darker by the second. “Anton...did you mislead Neal into wearing that patch too long in hopes that he would change and you'd get to swoop in and try to take his place?"

“Wait, WHAT?" Neal's jaw dropped as he stared at Anton. “What the hell is this?"

“It's nothing like that!" Anton protested. “I didn't do anything wrong! You're the one who did something stupid and turned into a dangerous mutant, why am I on trial here?!"

“Because I'm pretty sure you did," Dom returned severely. “Neal, I didn't say anything because I didn't want to create any friction between you two and I thought I had made things clear...but Anton's been trying to get me to dump you ever since we started going out. He would always try to compare himself favorably to you and give me any possible reason why I should go out with him instead. Even after I told him in no uncertain terms that it wasn't happening, he's dropped hints about it...and I remember him distinctly saying, not too long ago, that he was sure you and I weren't going to last and that I'd come crawling to him soon enough."

“You were planning this?!" Neal shouted. “Have you lost it?! What the hell else were you going to do to me if this didn't work?!"

“Shut up!" Anton retorted. “I don't care! You come around acting like my friend when you stole MY boyfriend away from me! You don't deserve him, you don't deserve anyone! And it doesn't matter, because now you're some scaly freak and you're not gonna have anyone! And Dom will be much better off with me, you'll both see!"

“I'm not your boyfriend, Anton, and I'm not ever going to be!" Dom snarled. “If you weren't so idiotically stubborn and ignorant you would have figured that out already. Why would you think I would want to be with you when you don't listen to me?"

“But...he's…"

“And…" Now Dom's expression grew to a devilish little smirk. “If you were hoping that turning Neal into a lizard was going to drive me away, you were off the mark. Because, actually, I've had a pretty strong fetish for reptiles for years. All you did was make Neal a lot sexier to me."

The look of shock on Anton's face...his eyes widened and jaw dropped to an extent that Neal didn't realize was physically possible, the throaty gurgles as he tried and failed to form some words, it was so satisfying for Neal to see that it was all he could do to keep from throwing himself at Dom right that instant. Finally, Anton let out a strangled cry of anger and frustration, threw up his hands, and turned and stormed out. Calmly, Dom went over to the door and shut it and locked it. “And that should be the end of that."

Neal had him wrapped in his arms a moment later, holding his boyfriend tightly as if he'd never let him go. “Hon, that was absolutely incredible...the way he looked, it was just, wow...you busted him completely."

“Believe me, it felt really good. I was so fucking tired of his games, I should've been harder on him before but I thought it was just sour grapes."

“Thank you so much…I hope it wasn't too weird for you to tell him you had a reptile fetish. I don't know how I'd come up with something like that on the spot."

Dom snickered quietly. “I didn't."

“You…" Neal pulled back a bit and looked at Dom wide-eyed. “Wait...you really have a reptile fetish?"

“Yeah...I never let on, because, well, honestly, I thought it'd weird you out. Most people, they don't really think of reptiles as something...well, sexy. Or good in any way. But it was the first thing that really drew me in...I figured it'd just be something for me and my imagination alone, but now…"

Neal broke out into his first grin of the day. “Dom...you're amazing."

“I could say the same about you. I thought you were good-looking before, but fuck, I don't know if you could be hotter now."

Neal felt himself flushing; more than just the fact that Dom was telling him he was attractive, it was exceedingly pleasing to have some of his earlier fears relieved. “I could kiss you, if I knew how to with this mouth."

“Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to practice, I'm sure." Dom leaned forward and gave him a peck on the snout. “Hell of a thing to come home to, for sure. You're all right otherwise? You don't have any other problems?"

“No, it sounds like I'm all right. The doctor checked me out, and said he didn't notice anything. At least the back pain's gone...but it's gonna have to change a few things, at least."

“Don't worry, Neal, I'll be with you all the way. I'll make sure you have some help adjusting to everything."

A quiet cough got their attention, and they turned to Pascal, who seemed a slight bit flustered by everything. “Well, I...suppose I should be going...I'll have to take this back to Generdex, and get things set up for your transferral-"

“Wait, hang on," Dom said, cutting Pascal off. “I think we need some guidance on one more thing."

“I...guess? What do you have in mind?"

“Well, really, I gotta know how he works, down there, you know?" Neal felt the color coming to his face as Dom made that profession. Sure, it made sense, but…

Pascal looked rather stricken himself. “You...want a tutorial on his genitalia?"

“Well, you've been in this kinda body longer. Surely you know a thing or two about them now, right?"

“I...certainly have some knowledge, but...I've never, well, used them. In that regard."

“You've never had sex in that body?" Dom was aghast as he turned to Neal. “Neal, you know I love you a ton and I'm swooning over you, but we have to fix that."

Neal couldn't help but snicker; Dom must have been in one of his personal dreams come true, with two creatures he had fantasized about being in the same room as him. But he had every intention of letting him live it - after what he had done, sticking by him and driving away Anton, he could fuck a hundred other lizardmen for all Neal cared. And he agreed, he needed to learn more about his own body as well as perhaps give Pascal something a little more positive to feel about his own.

“I...sir, that would be highly unprofessional…" Pascal was blushing hard, though, and clearly was struggling to find a reason to refuse.

“What, you think we're going to report you or something? How else are we gonna learn about this kind of stuff if not from a specialist? C'mon, you don't have to worry about the whole professionalism thing here…"

Finally Pascal seemed to give in. “Well...I suppose it wouldn't really do to present myself as a specialist if I didn't provide all the information one needed or wanted to know about this situation. This is highly unorthodox, so I hope you'll forgive me for not being totally sure how to present all the information you want...but I'll do my best to answer the questions you have."

“Oh, you'll be doing more than just answering questions, we'll make sure of it!" Dom said as he walked towards the doctor. Pascal looked incredibly nervous as Dom came close to him, giving his face a bit of a rub. “Come on, doc, make yourself comfortable...bet you've barely been out of those clothes for ages, as awkward as you are. You've got nothing to be afraid of here...you know how I feel about lizards, and Neal's certainly not gonna judge."

His words appeared to have a definite effect on Pascal, who nodded and started removing his clothing. Neal stepped over to them as the green lizard disrobed, showing off a healthy if not athletic body. Neal was definitely the more muscular of the two, probably because he'd already had a more active lifestyle with his job...well, now-former job. Perhaps they'd have use for a laborer where he would be going…

As soon as Pascal was fully nude, Dom motioned for them both to kneel down. They watched as Dom finally got out of his own clothes, a fair bit quicker than Pascal had, reflective of his much lower inhibition. He was rather in between the two of them in shape, though a bit shorter than Pascal. Neal drank in the sight eagerly, always loving the look of his lover, and he could tell Pascal was interested, perhaps more because of a lack of attention than anything. If Dom had his way, his drought was going to end, and Dom had a way of getting his way a lot.

“Now then…" Dom said as he knelt in front of the two reptiles, smiling widely as one hand reached towards each groin. “I may be new to these bodies, but I'm gonna guess my prizes are hidden right around…" His fingers danced around the groins of both of them, soon finding hard-to-see slits in the flesh. “Here...yes, this looks about right…" He ran his fingers across and slightly into the slits, getting a sharp breath from Pascal and a moan from Neal. “Mmm, sounds about right, too."

“This...ah, is...quite the right way to start," Pascal said, trying to maintain his composure as he was stimulated. “We're a bit...stiff down there until we've gotten a bit of contact...when you're doing it right, you'll feel...ah, this…" As he said that, Neal could see and feel his slit start to swell out a bit, becoming more prominent and opening up slightly.

“Ah, man...that feels crazy good," Neal panted. The touch of those fingers on those new parts of him was incredibly potent - maybe because it was new to him, or maybe it was just that sensitive. He could feel something inside him shifting, and guessed that was his new endowment. As Dom continued to rub him, he felt that something shift, grow, and start to emerge. He could also see the same thing happening to Pascal...and then he received a bit of a shock as he realized what was coming. Not one, but two lengths coming out of his slit, and out of Pascal's...and as the hand moved to them, he could tell that Dom was also marveling.

“Oh, man…It's really…"

“Yes...hemipenes. Very...ah...sensitive." Pascal shuddered a bit as they were caressed. “Especially when both are contacted at once...usually only one is used. But both can be, in certain acts." To Neal, one seemed like it would be more than enough - even one of them was longer and thicker than what he had been packing before, and they were still not yet at full size.

“Are they supposed to feel this slick? It's like there's something on them already."

“A natural lubricant, I believe. I don't often notice it when I'm not aroused...I doubt I have to inform you of what use it has."

“Not at all...no more having to spend money on store-bought stuff." Dom rubbed Neal's and Pascal's poles a little more, then pulled his hands back and licked the slick fluid off of them. “Ah...tastes fine. Better than fine, even."

Pascal blushed a bit; it was clear this was something he wasn't quite prepared for. “Y-you may not want to throw your supplies away...it's hardly going to seep through a condom or anything, and even if you tried to, um, gather it, it doesn't seem to work as well on them."

“Who needs a condom? Am I gonna get sexually transmitted lizard or something?"

“Er...no, no, that...can't happen."

“Well, then, all I want or need is this." Dom reached a hand back out to stroke against one of Neal's lengths. “God, they're so big...how did that happen? Are lizards usually made like that?"

“I haven't the slightest idea. Either way you...ah...probably only want one at a time if you are...using them for entering someone else…"

“Fuck that. Neal, I don't care what it looks like, I want both of those in me at once."

The only thing Neal wanted to do was give Dom anything and everything he wanted, but… “Ngh...Dom, I...even one of these is bigger than I was before...I don't want to hurt you."

He could see Dom wrestling with it, reality and desire in combat. “God, I know, but damn...this is one of my biggest fantasies, I just...if there's some way…"

Neal looked up to Pascal, who was staring away from them a bit. “Uh, Doc, do you know if this is safe, or possible, or anything? I know you said you didn't get to use them this way, but…"

“Erm...I…" The hesitation was clear on his face.

“You know something, don't you? C'mon, tell us!" Dom insisted.

Pascal sighed in resignation. “Neal...lick your fingers, get them as wet as you can, and put them...well, in."

Neal didn't quite understand why this was the direction he was getting, but he did what he was told. His long tongue rolled out of his mouth...he had barely even realized the change there, it wasn't quite fully snake-like but it was longer, thinner, and forked at the end. He noticed he could easily press the split end together to make it look and act more like his old tongue, and he had a surprising amount of control over it. The possibilities with a tongue like that were definitely welling as he coated two fingers with his saliva, and he could see from Dom's expression that his boyfriend was having similar thoughts.

Dom shifted onto his hands and knees, giving Neal easy access to his rear while still giving a bit of attention to his dual shafts. It was of very little difficulty to get the two fingers into Dom's hole, being plenty experienced from their time together...even if his fingers were larger than before, they slid in easily, getting a nice moan out of him. “Ah...Neal, I can feel your claws...fuck, that's incredible…"

“I'm glad...but what's the deal?" His attention turned back to Pascal. The green lizard was looking at the two of them with a serious expression.

“Before I tell you...this stays between us, you don't let on about this to anyone else. Understood?" Two curious but earnest nods gave him the go-ahead. “This patch that Generdex made uses a combination of novel biochemical compounds in tandem with reptilian proteins to promote potent pain relief and recovery...the reparative effects are such that many can feel the changes as they happen. The proteins...well, you've heard of lizards regenerating their tails, I'm sure. The proteins were used because of that, and the combination was found to be highly effective. The few of us who have had this transformation side effect, we've basically taken on the properties of the patch...and that's not just the physical form of a lizard. Our body fluids do what the patch does, and even more effectively if my findings are to be believed."

Neal's eyes widened. “So, my spit…"

“Is already acting on him to eliminate any pain and injury. Even your lubricant fluids would do it if given time to work, but given my sense that he doesn't want to wait for that, this bit of preparation should make the first time go smoothly."

“The first time?"

“Erm...I suppose you two will have to really be the test...but my suspicions are that after you have this first round, the effects of the compounds should lead to a...permanent adjustment. That is, your body will be adapted to the experience and not require additional service to, um..."

“You're saying," Dom started, with a giddy look in his eye, “That Neal could just slam both of those into me without even a moment's notice and it wouldn't so much as give me a pinprick of pain?"

Pascal blushed deeper. “That's...something that would need to be tested…"

“Oh, we will fucking test that, won't we, Neal?"

“I think even if I said no, you'd find a way to make it happen anyway," Neal replied with a silly grin. “How long to be need to wait for that to kick in, doc?"

“I think it should be about ready now...the time it took to tell you about it should have been good enough. However, before you try to overdo it, I really do recommend taking it slowly the first time...your body will still need to adjust to such a thing. Use just one to open him up first, and then once he's clearly ready, then you can...do as you wish."

“You heard the man," Dom said to Neal, looking at him with a twinkle in his eye. “Why not get things started?"

Neal nodded and shifted again, taking position behind Dom and pointing one of his lengths towards Dom's hole. He couldn't believe how big it was...more than double his original length and girth, and looking decidedly inhuman, with a more pointed tip, it looked almost dangerous lined up against his partner's rear. Still, if what Pascal had told them was accurate, it'd be perfectly fine soon enough…

He slowly pressed in, spreading Dom out slowly on it. He knew Dom wouldn't be used to this right off the bat, it was a lot more than their usual activities would ever have exposed him to. But his human partner didn't seem to have too many issues with it as he fed it in, letting it slowly widen him out as he moaned loudly up to the point where he could get in no further. “Holy shit...it's so fucking huge in there, but it feels awesome…"

“You're not hurting at all?"

“Not even a little bit! It's like I'm shifting right around it...fuck, this is amazing. How could anyone not want this?"

“You might be surprised," Pascal said, flushing a bit more.

“They don't know what they're missing. Neal, please...I'm ready, let's get to the real thing."

“Already? You don't want more time?"

“I'm good, I'm good!"

“Okay...time to go all the way then." Neal pulled all the way out to the tip, then used his hand to bring the two lengths together. To him it looked ludicrous, but then again, so was waking up as a lizard, and that had happened. So he went for it. Both of his cocks sank in with more speed and energy than he'd taken the first one, giving Dom's hole an obscene spread as they buried inside him. As he hilted in, he heard Dom cry out loudly, and rapidly worried if he'd gone too far too soon. “Dom, are you all right?"

“So...better...than all right…" Dom responded through pants.

“Are you sure? I can pull them out now if it's too much-"

“If you're pulling them out, Neal, it had fucking better be to shove them back in harder."

Well, he wasn't one to let Dom down. Neal's face flashed a grin as he pulled out a bit more than halfway and thrust back in, getting another cry from Dom. Again, it was nothing but pleasure, and he knew they were ready to roll. He started in, giving Dom a nice hard ride, definitely going at it with more energy than he ever had as a human. It felt invigorating, his libido was going strong and he felt like he could do anything. And Dom expressed no displeasure with this, as his cries got louder and more eager with every thrust.

They rather forgot about Pascal for the moment, but the green lizard watched in a mix of curiosity, envy, and lust as his blue counterpart slammed full-bore into the human. Over and over again, seemingly without regard for for his safety if one looked in without knowing what had transpired before...and Dom was enjoying it immensely, something he never thought a human could do with someone transformed like him. Not only that, but his suspicions about their bodies were being rapidly confirmed...whatever happened here, he couldn't say it wasn't worthwhile for him in the end. He only hoped Neal would see it that way through the upheaval in his life, though if he had someone like Dom with him, well, that would be a big help.

After just a couple minutes, Dom came hard, tightening down on Neal's battering lengths as he spilled his essence all over the floor. That helped trigger Neal's own release - he let out a loud hiss as he began pumping his fluids into his boyfriend, filling him with a remarkable amount of semen. With both cocks shooting at full force, it filled up Dom's insides like never before, as if he wasn't packed with enough reptile already. Yet he relished it as he felt the warmth and weight of it settle in him, his first time with his fantasy lover as good as he could have ever hoped.

The two were panting hard as Neal pulled himself free from Dom's rear, a fair bit of his fluids following his exodus. “Phew...hope that wasn't too quick for you, hon...damn, it was just so…"

“I know…" Dom replied breathlessly. “Don't worry...we'll have lots of time to learn to make it last."

Pascal was still amazed at what had happened...less the physical feat than the idea of it. “That was...quite the display. I admit, I was worried that I might have been wrong on some count...it's fortunate that I wasn't."

“Oh, yeah…that woulda been a big disappointment. But all's well, and that means it's your turn. I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds, but I couldn't let anyone other than my beau be the first, you know?"

“Wait...you really want me...to…"

“I said I would, didn't I?" Dom grinned at him. “Besides, you've been so helpful, we gotta thank you somehow...what better way than by getting some long-needed release?"

“I...I just...no one ever...I didn't think…"

“Pascal...you gotta get your head out of work for a bit and get your eyes out there. They're out there...I'm not the only one with a thing for reptiles. I know more than a few people who heard about this patch rumor and were hoping it was true, because it'd be a dream come true for them. You can find someone, you don't have to go through life thinking you're destined for loneliness. Now, come here and let me thank you."

The green reptile hesitated only a moment more, then crawled over to Dom, who had turned to point himself into just the right position for him. Still dripping from Neal's treatment, it was nonetheless an inviting opportunity for Pascal. “Should I-"

“You already know the answer to that," Dom interrupted before he even got the question out. He nodded and squeezed his hemipenes together, lining them up and pushing them into Dom's rear. Once again Dom moaned loudly as he was spread again, without any hint of pain or discomfort, that wonderful pressure returning to him. Pascal was a bit slower on the entry than Neal had been, but that wasn't a problem for him, he only cared about being stuffed full of reptile meat and brought to nirvana.

Pascal started thrusting at a measured pace, but as the pleasure ramped up in his dual cocks, he went faster, loosening up more and dropping his controlled posture. Dom thought it couldn't get much better as his prostate was hammered repeatedly, his own dick once again hard...and then he gasped out as he felt warmth engulf his shaft, the blue body of his boyfriend underneath him and blowing him eagerly.

“F-fuck, Neal…" Dom gasped out as that tongue wrapped firmly around his cock, bucking a bit into his muzzle. Neal wasn't perturbed in the slightest, his extended snout had no trouble getting Dom's full length inside without discomfort, and he was easily able to shift his tongue around to pleasure that cock even more. It get better when Dom started to return the favor, dropping his mouth around one of his shafts while his hand worked the other one, working him with as much vigor as he could.

The sex became almost a frenzy as the three of them let it all go, the two reptiles making sure their human partner was occupied on all three fronts. Dom could have been like this forever, sandwiched between two sexy lizards that were like they had come directly out of his fantasies, except these were very real and giving him the best rides he'd ever had. Neal relished the taste of his lover, his wonderful and dedicated boyfriend who he was too lucky to have, as he felt his poles being teased and stimulated to the limit. At the other end, Pascal was lost in the pleasure of being intimate with another person for the first time in years, getting the best sexual release he'd had since his transformation, and fueled by the newfound belief that this wouldn't have to be the last time he ever enjoyed it.

It was no surprise that Pascal was the first to reach his climax, the green lizard moaning loudly as he finally slammed in and let loose, spurting his own load to mingle with Neal's as he gripped Dom tightly. The treatment had gotten Dom very close even with his recent orgasm, and he got what little more he needed when Neal's tongue darted out from his mouth and curled around his balls while that warm maw suckled on his member. He cried out as he went over the edge again, unloading what he had left to give into Neal's mouth, the blue lizard eagerly gulping it down.

Neal was the only one left, close but not quite there as the drain from his first climax still held him back. He got a surprise when Pascal joined Dom at his groin, the green lizard having pulled out and now giving Neal a taste of what he'd given to Dom. The two slurped and licked at him, holding his body so he couldn't shift and buck in, leaving him only to tense and twist on the ground until the pleasure finally overcame him and he fired off, sending gouts of seed into both of their mouths. They both swallowed it up as fast as they could, letting only a little slip out and drip onto Neal's body. Finally, after almost another minute, they were all spent, and fell into a heap on the floor, where they simply lay for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow and getting their bearings back after the wild ride.

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An hour later, the clean-up was finished, and Pascal and Dom were back in their clothes. Neal felt a touch out of place still being nude, but there wasn't much he could do about it given that his change in size and shape had rendered all his old clothes unsuitable. At least he could take comfort in the fact that he was mostly decent, with his genitals back in their hiding place - you could scarcely see where they were meant to be.

Pascal was giving them a summary of the situation after having confirmed with his bosses. “I'll return and file the official paperwork with Generdex. We'll get you set up with a new home and job position as soon as we can, probably within the next couple of days. You can take the time to make the arrangements you need to make. You'll receive compensation from Generdex for the incident as well. Of course, Dom, because you've been living there as well, and because you're in a serious relationship with Neal, the arrangements will also be for you, if you so desire."

“You couldn't get me to go anywhere else if you dragged me by a leash," Dom said with a grin. “Back to all business with you, huh?"

Pascal smiled at him, genuine happiness crossing his features for the first time in a long time. “Perhaps...but, with something better to look forward to now. Today...was the first time since I changed that I really feel like I have more of a life to look forward to, and that I've really felt all right with who and what I am. You two could end up being very inspirational to the others who have changed, giving them hopes that they might otherwise be lacking. That's something that I don't think we've ever had enough of."

“It'd be our pleasure," Neal replied, shaking Pascal's hand. “I want to show that changing like this doesn't mean everything's over...maybe it means a different direction, but it's still forward, looking ahead."

“I think that's a little something that all of us transformed people could use...we need some light in our lives, and I think some of them are even worse off emotionally than I've been. Seeing someone who's handling it all right, I think it'll give them something to look at for themselves, a model to try to reach. You'll probably be getting a lot of questions from them."

“Let them ask," Dom said with a wide smile, as he rested his head against Neal. “If we have answers for them, it'll be all the better."