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I remember the day everything changed… it’s not something you could forget.

I was out helping my mother with shopping, down the local supermarket, when some asshole mana-leech grabbed me. Overcharging junkies that get off loading themselves up with more mana than their body should naturally contain. It gives you a buzz if you oversaturate, apparently. It’s also unhealthy, mana profiles that are normal for one person can be disruptive for another.

Everyone has their own brand of magical power flowing through them, their body absorbs it from the mana stream; an invisible current of magically charged energy that flows throughout the world. Once absorbed it develops your flavour, so to speak, as it comes in contact and intermingles with your soul.

Everyone is slightly different, you can learn a lot about a person by analysing their unique spectrum of energies. Some people put too much stock in it though, judging personalities and even setting up matchmaking services based on supposedly compatible energy types. Something I don’t put much stock in. Mana spectrum to me was as mundane as a blood type.

So you can understand my and my mother's concern, when this leech grabs hold of me and takes a drink, sucking the energy out of my body through his grubby hands… When moments later he falls to the floor, foaming at the mouth.

Needless to say, that shouldn’t happen.

It’s true that a mismatch of mana profiles can be bad for you, but we’re talking about a weaker immune system and generally feeling crappy here. It shouldn’t floor you and send you into a fit! Something like that can indicate serious problems, like a level of toxicity that’s harmful to your health, but you don’t realise because you’ve built up a tolerance. That is, until your body finally gives up and goes to shit.

So after the police carted that junky away, we were sure to get a report on what had happened and made a doctors appointment ASAP. Something that abnormal was frightening, we all had a sleepless night. At the appointment we explained the prior days events and I was sent off to have my mana spectrum analysed. Fearful of what they would find.

They ran the tests multiple times for some reason, which didn’t help my anxiousty. Being asked to wait in another room by myself, a room that looked to not be intended for waiting, only made me feel all the worse. They had found something, there was no doubt about that, and apparently it was so significant I was asked not to leave under the strongest of recommendations... Well shit.

After what felt like an hour, someone finally came to speak to me. I was emotionally in tatters by this point, having every worse case scenario run through my brain. The fellow that arrived didn’t appear to belong in a hospital environment, dressed is an exotic uniform, looked like Mages Guild stuff.

He didn’t arrive alone either, accompanied by two others who again; insisted on running another one of those damn spectrum tests. Only this time with their own equipment, some briefcase sized monitor that looked more sophisticated than what the hospital had.

When they refused to give me my results until I had signed a nondisclosure agreement, I had had enough. Venting my frustration into the three of the hooded bastards and demanding to know what the hell was wrong. Having conditions was bollocks, I had a right to know on matters concerning my own health. But they were unwavering, refusing to tell me anything until the agreement had been signed. So I did so, reluctantly...

When I finally finished signing the dotted line, and everything was right and proper as far as they were concerned, they told me something that would change my life forever.

Within my readings, they had found something that showed up as a purple reddish line on their spectrometer. A reading that indicated the presence of chaotic energy, otherwise known as the Enchanter spectrum.

Hol-ly-shit

There must be just a couple hundred people in the world born with that spectrum… It’s the rarest, and most import, of them all.

Enchanters weren’t your traditional magic users, oh no. Magic use took years of study and training, to learn to use language to bind meaning to energy and invoke the desired effects into existence. Visualisation, conjuration, invocation. A lot went into casting a spell.

Enchanters didn’t have to engage in hard study, they were connected directly to the plane of chaos; a realm of infinite possibility. They didn’t need to speak magic into existence, they need only will it. Enchanters could cast spells purely from their imagination, visualisation was enough to create anything from a fireball to an illusion. They were artists, mana their paint, the world their canvas.

Most importantly of all, they were the only magic users capable of creating enchantments, hence the name. They were the source of all the world’s enchanted items, from magical rings to animated constructs. None of it would exist without enchanters.

And here I was, being told, that I had won that lottery.

Finding out you’re an enchanter will set you up for life, your body basically emanates gold dust. The world’s supply of the chaos imbued energy needed to create enchanted items was incredibly scarce, which made it a hot commodity. Countries guarded their enchanter populations fiercely, bribing them to stay put and fuel the nation’s insatiable appetite for magic enhanced objects and materials.

They’d be given private security to avoid any risk of kidnapping, some of the more unscrupulous countries were willing to steal enchanters where they could find them. Hence the nondisclosure agreement. It was illegal to identify an enchanter, for their own protection. Not even your own family could know, as the risk of them bragging about having an arcane rockstar in the family was simply too great.

They’d invent some excuse to get me into the Mages guild, train me to be better able to tap and develop my innate abilities as an enchanter. So long as I provided them with all the energy they wanted, I’d need not want for anything again. I’d receive a world class education in the Arcane University, a high paying job, my family would be proud of me. Life would be good.

At least, that’s the sales pitch. A few nagging details they made brief mention of, which general knowledge amongst the public informed me were pretty damn important.

This was a connection to the plane of chaos we were talking about here, also known as the realm of insanity, and the training they would provide would widen it. Energy from that plane is incredibly toxic, as my leech friend learned the hard way. He was lucky, I had done nothing to learn how to tap into it, because had I been a fully trained up enchanter; his brain would have turned to soup.

I was ok because my body was in tune with my soul, it had had a lifetime to become accustomed to exposure to chaotic energies. At least, at their current low level. Becoming an enchanter meant grabbing hold of that thin slice of energy on my spectrum and spending the rest of my life trying to expand it. I’d be exposing my body to massive levels of chaotic energy and it would not be benign.

What little the public did know about enchanters, is they were a rather eccentric group. Rather, some of them were fucking nuts! It had even been given its own name, the enchanter’s branding. It was different for each of them, but also inevitable. Some quirk, some psychological dysfunction. They were inviting insanity into their bodies and well… it left its mark.

We’re not talking about your regular brand of crazy here. A magic ring that can give you super strength, that’s crazy. Bringing an inanimate suit of armour to life; capable of understanding your commands, that’s ridiculous. An enchanters unique power came from being able to distort the nature of reality, to bend the very rules of existence and impose their own.

I’ve heard of brandings that caused their owners to be hounded by imaginary creatures, which everyone else could actually see. People who had an arm become sentient, the hand literally being able to speak by opening and closing its fingers like a mouth; even while its owner slept. People who lost the ability to even see other human beings, living in a world of phantoms they could only communicate with through text!

No one could actually confirm any of this of course, given the identity of enchanters was so guarded. All we knew is developing yourself as an enchanter had its cost, and you’d never know what form your branding would take. It would never go away, there was no cure, you’d be putting up with that shit for life…

Choice of course, well... that was the real illusion.

There was no way a government would just allow an enchanter to slip them by, they were too rare and too important an economic resource. Hell, they may even get hit by a car one day, fall over and break their head open. Life out here in the real world was pretty damn risky and they couldn’t have their prizes voluntarily choosing a path that may lead to their end, could they now?

I didn’t know what would happen if you outright refused to become a state enchanter, but the promises of wealth and glory were tempting enough to not find out. I remember signing contract after contract with a mixture of excitement, awe and developing cold sweat. No enchanter was left unscaved, no one. What form would my branding take?

They invented some story about me having unusually high innate magical abilities, which apparently justified an enrollment at the prestigious Arcane University and a guaranteed job in the Mages Guild after. My family bought it, they were so very proud.

Extracting the chaos spectrum had become an industrial process. They had this huge freaking chair you’d sit in, wearing a special suit for skin surface area contact, so they could harvest every inch of energy your body emitted.

The room was designed to pump in concentrated mana stream in order to maximize what my body was able to passively absorb. The chair would draw out from me what it could, filter the chaos energy from it, then pump it back into the room for reexposure.

In another room canisters were trickle fed concentrated chaos energy, made of thick plating and having several enchantments themselves. Chaos energy was dangerous stuff, storing it in its concentrated form required radiation-esque levels of protection.

It had to be sealed off from all external contact, as simply witnessing the stuff may unintentionally implant some intention the energy would act on. The magical field keeping it contained had to be powerful, as the energy inside could change the nature of the materials around it; compromising the whole system.

Any hapless person, or even an enchanter that was exposed to chaos energy in its pure concentrated form would go bye bye. I had heard of nightmare fuel accidents were an employee was unlucky enough to be near a compromised canister when it exploded, the body left behind becoming a mangled mash of unidentifiable biology and flesh converted into minerals.

Uncontrolled chaos was… frightening.

To think that same energy was inside me, admittedly in a much more diluted form, was unnerving. Of course all this fancy equipment could only be as efficient as the subject sat within it. My obligation, was to work towards widening that thin slice of chaos energy my soul contained; to the best of my ability. Maximising the equipments ability to extract and process the sought after commodity.

Guided meditation, magic training, simply developing my skills as a magic user would develop my ability to absorb mana and convert it into my own unique spectrum.

Of course, lessons were quite different from what you’d expect studying the arcane would involve. I didn’t have to memorize symbols and languages, I was taut visualizations and mental modelling. All my training shared with the typical magic user was learning to control and harness the energies within my body, beyond that turning them into spells was more mental play than hard study.

It was a magical moment, if you forgive the pun, when I created my first illusion. Simply a intangible apple floating in space. Your hand would pass through it on contact, but in appearance it looked as real as any other piece of fruit. I had created that apple, pulled the image from my imagination and brought it out here into the real world. It was a… wondrous feeling.

Visiting my family and friends was discouraged… The government was hyper paranoid about putting one of their enchanters at risk, preferring if they stayed within reach of their security. They wouldn’t let me leave unless accompanied by several undercover agents, and no doubt a few more somewhere out there in the crowd. It was a big operation for them, for me just popping down the shops, so you could appreciate why they wanted to keep me exploring the local area to a minimum.

It was understandable but annoying. The official line was that my type of work was a busy one, in order to keep the family tolerant of their brief contact with me. I knew what I had signed up for, but I still wanted a life.

I used to be able to get a spot at sushi bars fairly easily, as I’d often go on my own. Now I needed to wait for a table during every visit to sit my bodyguards, so I could eat surrounded by people who were paid to pretend they cared about me. It wasn’t the nicest of feelings.

I never actually met any other enchanters, as our identities were kept from even each other. Should the worse occur and one of us were kidnapped, they didn’t want us compromising the identities of any others.

I knew they were somewhere among the many other students and staff that attended the University, but if they suffered from brandings they kept them well hidden. Our routines were strictly managed so we had no inkling as to who was one of us, I imagined the ones with particularly dysfunctional behaviours were kept somewhere behind the scenes.

It was a lonely existence, with little privacy as even my online activities were being monitored; just in case I let it slip who and what I was. All my enchanter based interactions were with staff members in an official capacity, I was alone with no one to share this new world with.

Over the months I had little to do between training but to aimlessly browse around the internet on my laptop, play a few games, while the extraction chair did its thing. I could interact with people online, but always keeping a distance, never allowing anyone to know personal details. It was like there was a hard wall between me and everyone else now.

Then one day, the inevitable finally arrived. My branding made an appearance.

It was after a particularly deep meditation session. I opened my eyes, feeling foggy from the inward exploration, when I noticed the assistant was silently staring at me. Like I had just done something utterly bizarre and left them momentarily lost for words. Without explanation they asked me to remain here in the room while they left to fetch assistance, leaving me alone with my nerves.

There were no mirrors in the room but I felt… relatively normal. I inspected myself to the best of my ability, but was at a loss as to what she had seen. Perhaps I had done something during the meditation and not been aware of it? Hurry up, I’m freaking out here!

Several members of staff arrived with equipment in hand, using scanners and paying particular attention to my face. Please, not my face… They took a photo using some strange camera like device, it seeming to provide results that assured them.

After some analysis and huddled whispering in the corner, they thanked each other and most of them left the room, one staying behind. He greeted me, attempting a reassuring smile, promising that I had nothing to worry about; as it was just an illusion.

What was just an illusion…

He just stood there a moment, seeming to think how best to break the news. Eventually he pulled a small mirror from his belongings, reinforcing that it was ‘just an illusion’ before handing it over.

I brought the mirror to my face, diverting my eyes momentarily before mustering the courage to look at it. Immediately, I saw it. My eyes… weren’t my eyes. The iris having expanded radically, filling out all the white of my eyes. The pupils had also enlarged. On the skin around my eyes were glossy white flakes, scattered about. I brought my fingers to them but… felt nothing. On closer inspection, I realised they looked like little scales.

Before the panic set in he showed me the photo they had taken, which looked just like me, minus the exotic additions I had just seen. “The lens sees through illusions” he said, “what you’re seeing isn’t real”.

I bit my lip… “So… just an illusion...” I said, to which he nodded. “And illusions… can be made to go away?”

He didn’t nod to that one, instead wanting to clarify. He told me the illusion was being generated by my own body, something I immediately objected to. He assured me he understood that I was not doing this to myself on purpose, that it was being generated on some subconscious level. That I should be assured that it is just a magical illusion, and that they’d look into ways of dispelling it.

“This is going to get worse… isn’t it?” I added, alternating between the photograph and my reflection. He simply reassured me that they’d do all they can to manage it, as they do with all enchanters and their… problems.

Later that day I spent a lot of time staring at myself in the mirror. Those big eyes and I swear there were more scales about. Earlier they had attempted to dispel it. After all, it was just an illusion being generated by a novice, surely it would be easy for a higher up to break? Not so…

They had some pretty high ranking mages meet with me, under the guise of being the victim of a prank. None of them could dispel it, much to their frustration as the idea of a student casting a more powerful illusion than they could dispel certainly grated on their egos.

This wasn’t just some subconscious vandalism of my appearance, some stray thought that had taken form. This was a branding. It was powerful and would pursue whatever irrational goals it intended, regardless of what us mere mortals had to say about it.

… I almost wish it had taken some psychological form, something people couldn’t see, that could be managed with pherapy and understanding. I cannot go outside looking like this, I cannot meet with my family… looking like this. What explanation could even be offered?

I felt across the scales where they popped up over my face. Nothing, just the texture of normal human skin. This at least brought me some reassurance, it wasn’t real, no more real than that apple I had made. My fingers passed over the bumps and I could see the scales phase through the surface of their skin, nothing more than an illusion.

They had moved me behind the scenes and asked that I not leave the restricted parts of the campus, well, more ordered me. Until they had figured out how to manage how my branding had manifested, it was best not to parade me in public. They’d bring me everything I needed and tutors with proper clearance could meet me here.

I already knew being stuck inside was going to bum me out in no time, these walls would become old fairly quickly.

Unlike the rest of the campus this section lacked any warm aesthetic, there wasn’t even any windows. Just cold hard floors surrounded by metallic walls and ceilings. It looked like a remnant of the world war era, an armoured internal core of the campus people could flee to in the event of an attack.

They set me up in a storage section that had been converted into a studio apartment, spare accomodation for some of their more prestigious guests. Nice to know I was valued and was getting VIP treatment, even back here. It could have looked better and lacked personal touch but it was spacious, warmer than the rest of the section and looked to be well fitted to serve my needs.

I turned off the light, ready for bed, maintaining sight of myself in the mirror. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the pupils of my eyes slowly expand, almostly completely filling my eyeballs. I simply stared at those freakishly huge black holes where my eyes once were, like a cat in the dark. Only, it wasn’t really that dark. In fact, things were still looking particularly bright. Did I have some sort of night vision?

How can an illusion… enhance my sight? Was this too just an illusion? I went to bed, having had enough questions for one day.

The following days was like an avalanche of misery...

Those weird eyes and scales, as expected it didn’t stop there. Those scales were slowly spreading like some sort of reptilian smallpox, they were scattered thinly but everywhere. I mean everywhere. White glossy shields popping up all over my body. Again I could feel none of it, but they looked real enough to me.

The irises of my eyes turned a pale blue, unusual inhuman patterns developed across them and my pupils had narrowed into beastly slits. My fingernails began to point, then push out into hard looking claws. I’d press them against a table, only to see them phase through. Just another illusion but they still unnerved me nonetheless.

Some seriously weird shit was going on with me.

My physique was visibly changing, I was losing definition. Anything that should push in was gradually pushing out and vice versa. My belly button was slowly filling in, it now being just a dip on my stomach. Likewise my waist was filling out, ruining my past efforts to maintain a lean appearance. I looked flabby… But it wasn’t flab, I was just acquiring a less… mammalian physique.

The worst of it was my face. My ears had lengthened and broadened out into some sort of ear fins. The bridge of my nose was slowly pushing outward, along with other areas of my face. The nose itself sinking in and the nostrils widening, my lips looked chapped with scales and my mouth was widening. I could see what was going on, structural foundations were being put in place in preparation for… a muzzle.

I was, needless to say, distraught. None of the potential risks of becoming an enchanter warned about turning into a fucking lizard!

They constantly reassured me with photographs, even x-ray scans, that everything I was seeing was simply an illusion. That none of it was real, underneath it all I was a perfectly normal human being. They highlighted how physical objects would simply phase through any extended areas that didn’t reflect human anatomy.

Like it made a bloody difference! I still couldn’t go outside, I still couldn’t see my friends and family. They wouldn’t care that it wasn’t real, that it was just some magical fakery. They’d see their son, their friend, turning into a monster.

As the days passed everything continued down its inhuman path. More and more my human physique filled out, my belly button eventually completely disappearing; along with my nipples. My torso smoothed, losing all its characteristic curves and hair, just one seamless underbelly. My arms and legs became stockier, the fingers and toes broadened.

And it only kept getting worse…

I went to bed feeling particularly rough that night, having stayed up into the AMs several nights to inspect my face, my barely recognisable reptilian-esque face…

My eyes had enlarged. The nose had now completely disappeared; leaving just my widely spaced nostrils. A partial muzzle had now formed, I could see the damn thing poking out from under my freakish eyes. Snarling at it in frustration as I tried to brush my teeth, poking around the brush through the illusions exterior, trying to feel out my real teeth somewhere beneath.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to brush your teeth, when a fang filled maw has been superimposed over it?

Sometimes I’d just close my eyes and felt out where I was beneath it all, it made it a little easier than trying to judge my position within the illusion visually. It helped me feel more like myself. But inevitably I’d have to open my eyes again and there I was, that... thing.

They didn’t care. Hell, it was business as usual, just another day on the suction chair. No excuse not to attend your lessons, attend your training, even if the tutor is bug eyed with the appearance of me.

Putting on the suit component of the chair had become just weird. It was skin tight, so any deviations from the normal human form would phase through and poke out from beneath the material. Clothing had the same effect, as the material came in contact with my human skin; any alterations would clip through like some poorly edited game model.

My warped legs in particular messed with my shape. I seemed to be being forced onto my toes, my legs taking a more bent stance.

This was not only embarrassing as my posture exaggerated my posterior, but it made the clipping all the worse. I was standing perfectly upright, as demonstrated by the fit of the suit. The illusion in contrast had made any of my real legs protruding out from under it invisible! So whenever clothes were worn, they were seen to be standing literally inside the middle of my bare deformed legs.

I looked ridiculous… Then, just as I thought the gradual deterioration of my appearance was as bad as it could get, new additions began arriving.

What could only be a tail started snaking its way out from just over my butt. I couldn’t conceal it, it would just phase right through any clothing placed over it. Much to my frustration and embarrassment.

Being the reluctant owner of a make believe tail, as strange as it sounds, changed how I felt. See before I was just deformed, the addition of a tail brought my appearance into the animal kingdom. I was incredibly self aware of that thing, bobbing around behind me. It seemed to have a mind of its own, becoming more expressive and responsive to my actions as it continued to grow in size.

It wasn’t long before I had three foot of animal limb casually swaying behind me, which of all the changes I felt was the most dehumanizing.

Of course I couldn’t actually feel or control it. Going the bathroom was a particularly odd experience, as I was aware of its presence back there, but it wasn’t posing any problems when sitting down. It would just phase through the toilet like everything else. Just knowing it was there, that was enough to bother me, to make me think twice before sitting.

As far as everyone who saw me was concerned, I had a thick lizard like tail. Humans don’t have tails… animals have tails. So what did that mean for how others saw me?

But it didn’t stop with the tail...

Two fleshy mounds began to push their way out of my upper back. They looked hideous, malformed and seeming to contain mangled bones. As if I didn’t already look like a freak as I was! They continued to grow and unfold, dragging flesh with them as they did, stretching it out as the bones within appeared to take more structure.

As the whole thing finished unraveling, what the new additions were became more clear. Wings. Miniature wings sat on my back, gradually enlarging along with the tail.

A winged lizard… Well there was only one type of those in the world, and I wasn’t going to say it aloud. The eventual addition of the beginning of horns sprouting from my forehead only further confirmed it. My forehead appeared to bulge either side as they began to piece through, two yellowish points forcing their way out of my skull.

It didn’t matter what the enchanter branding was changing my appearance into, it was magical fakery. I was a human being, even if that was hard to see for those looking at me from the outside in.

I had had enough of a days gawking from the staff, so I fetched a ready meal and made my way to my accomodation. The one place I didn’t have to feel so self conscious. I could have ordered something more tasty, but I didn’t want anyone entering my room and pretending not to stare.

I sat on my bed, my weirdly shaped legs awkwardly crossed. The fake tail settling behind me on the covers and pretending to casually sweep side to side.

Occasionally I’d catch it at the edges of my peripheral vision, clipping through the folds in the bedding. It seemed to be learning, attempting to evade anything that would betray its immaterial nature but only when I was looking at it. According to the staff it would obliviously phase through everything as it hanged behind me.

The idea that there was some awareness behind all this trickery was unnerving, to put it mildly.

I tore off the metallic foil, fork in hand, not being in the mood to bother heating it up. Awkwardly I tried to find my real mouth somewhere beneath the muzzle to shovel in some peas, poking my lips a few times in the attempt.

I immediately spat the peas back out, misjudging the distance from my mouth to the foil container due to the muzzle; sending them across the bed. Revolting! More so than I remembered. I tried again with the carrots, they quickly joined the peas across the bed. I knew this was hardly high class cuisine, but I’ve tasted more flavourful cardboard.

Giving up on the veg, I turned to the meat, which seemed to go down a lot better. The reptilian tongue imitated me licking the meat juices from my lips, translating its motions to my muzzle. That was about all I could seem to stomach, so it would have to do. I cleaned up the mess and prepared for bed, stripping down to my underwear.

Against my better judgment, I approached the mirror. I looked out from behind that muzzle, it as usual having grown a little longer today, along with the horns I now wore. Everything was a little longer, a little bigger. The wings, the tail, even I think… I was a bit taller today?

I put my hands to my chest, feeling over the flat scaly surface, in turn feeling my skin and nipples lost underneath. I worked my hands down, over the reptile underbelly, feeling my human stomach under that, stopping over the crotch of my boxers. Reluctantly, I turned to the side and slowly pulled them down, watching as the fabric on the rear slid through the base of the tail and finally down my legs.

… I was a ken doll. My penis, my scrotum bag, it had all disappeared. In its place was a smooth scaly crotch, disrupted only by what looked like some sort of reptilian genital slit. Behind the bare crotch between my legs, I could see the tail hanging, it now seeming to share some skin with my crotch area on its underside.

Inspection of my buttocks revealed the tail had now almost completely consumed them, its base fattening to invade the surrounding area… Where was my butt? Looking around the area, I couldn’t really identify anything that resembled an anus. All that was there was that singular slit… a cloaca?

My hands rushed to my groin, sighing in relief as I could feel my human genitalia was there, just fine. It was just an illusion… “just an illusion!” I said to myself, banging my hand against my forehead to drive the point home. Whatever I saw, however I felt about it, it wasn’t real.

I took a moment to get on the scales, staring down as I tried to squeeze both of my now paw like feet onto the surface area. I really shouldn’t have been surprised by the reading, my normal weight, because illusions don’t weigh anything.

There was comfort in all these validations that what was happening to me, wasn’t really happening. I stepped off and made my way to bed, putting off tomorrows developments could only be delayed so long.

The next morning was… Well everyone knows that feeling, to be ripped from sleep and suddenly find yourself in the grips of an agonizing muscle spasm. That mixture of confusion and horror as the understanding of what you’d need to ride out finally entered cognition. Barely a moment passed from when I opened my eyes when the nauseating pain hit me, a few seconds of analysis in and I quickly realised this wasn’t your typical agony.

There was an odd electricity to it, like banging a nerve, a pins and needles sort of discomfort and it was everywhere. I felt like the blanket itself was inflicting it on me, so I threw it from my body and sat up. That seemed to relieve most of it, but It was still buzzing terribly behind me. I quickly got off the bed, finding some reduction but my butt was still burning with it. No… it was more than that, the freaking tail was burning with it!

I took off my underwear and threw them across the room, the discomfort seeming to cease as the material exited the phantom limb. I now just stood there, panting in the aftermath, feeling the air conditioning waft around my naked form. But there was something more to it, a faint awareness of things… I didn’t feel before. It was hard to describe, it wasn’t sensation as you’d expect, more like a thin shell of feeling overlayed over me.

I looked over my body, things having pushed further reptilian while I slept, I could now see my tail trailing down from my underbelly, it having a thick connection with my groin. My form was even smoother, like a lizard's body, little distinction between my stomach and chest. It all felt a little hunched over, the back more curved, something I wouldn’t have noticed before I… before I could feel it all around me.

I didn’t realise that it was growing in size. Only now that I could feel myself within this, within this reptilian shell overlayed over me, did I realise it was hovering a few inches from my actual body. Like some sort of hyper realistic costume, padded out. However I couldn’t see all this of course, the gap between me and it, my vision was locked to the costumes so I could only look out from the illusion.

I looked back over the shape of the tail I felt behind me, it having grown significantly since I first acquired it. The most bizarre sensation, it felt hollow, the feel of its presence only being skin deep. Reluctantly, I reached back there, carefully allowing a finger to just dip into it. It was like an electric shock, an explosion of sensation rippling across its surface and scattering around the hollow void beneath it.

I recoiled immediately. It was not a nice feeling, somewhere between pain and confusion, nerves firing wildly where they shouldn’t even exist. When a body is stabbed; it’s reasonable that it alerts its owner that damage has occured. In its intangible state, perhaps this was the illusions way of reacting to something that shouldn’t be poking around inside it. But… I shouldn’t be feeling an illusion.

There was something about the greater awareness of the illusions shape that drew my attention in particular. I focused on the the tail back there, the feeling of its surface, how it was moving about and doing its thing… The feeling of its motions… It curled to the right, under my will.

Ok, that’s enough inspection, where are those freaking mages!

It took some coaxing to get me to leave my room. I wanted them to come to me, but they insisted that all the equipment they needed was elsewhere on that floor. They didn’t understand, I was naked. It didn’t matter that my human body was concealed beneath a reptilian form, I didn’t want to walk out there with my dangly flapping about! I couldn’t even throw the duvet over myself, because it would just clip through the body and make me feel all horrible again.

Eventually their insistence prevailed and I followed them down the hallway, red cheeked and trying not to make eye contact with members of staff we passed. They did stare of course, but not because I was in the buff…

When we got there I was asked to get onto all fours for inspection, which I complied with, reluctantly. My fake legs had further reshaped and seemed more appropriate for all fours anyway, them now standing on the toes of their feet with the heel raised off the ground. But to me it wasn’t just spreading near the ground for easier viewing and analysis, it was partaking in my dehumanisation… animals got onto all fours.

Soon I was surrounded by people poking and prodding, which felt like I was being attacked with electrified sticks. They were all talking amongst each other, exchanging theories I couldn’t quite understand nor hear amongst the number of them jabbering at the same time. It was all becoming a bit much.

Eventually I rose the wings defensively, without even thinking to do so, causing them all to step back. “Stop touching me!” I hissed at them, “You have no idea how uncomfortable that...” I turned my neck to look behind as I felt continued prodding back there, more than a neck should really be able to turn. I shifted the tail left to right to evade the person’s touch and I seemed to bare my fangs at her. I was angry, but I didn’t really intend to do that…

She stepped back and gave me a look. “I’m just trying to help…” she said, putting her hands up in a show of passivity. “I understand if its uncomfortable, but can you bare with it a moment because I think I’ve noticed something.” I glared at her a moment, then diverted my eyes, taking a deep breath to calm myself. A moment later I nodded and then prepared for the discomfort.

She stuck her fingers right into the tail, I had to grit my teeth not to pull away instinctively, did she have to bloody wiggle them around in there! “I’m feeling… yes, I’m feeling some sort of resistance here…” She said before pulling her fingers out, much to my relief, then dug around her pockets looking for something.

She produced what looked like a handkerchief, opening it up and holding it out over the top of my tail, then let go.

The light fabric drifted downward and I braced for it to fall through my tail, but it didn’t. The room erupted into gasps and discussion, as the hankie lay draped over the tail, not falling through but taking its shape. Like a real physical object.

I stared at it wide eyed, swaying the tail about to see the cloth move around on top of it, maintaining sight of it as she continued to speak.

“There is a weak physical field to the illusion but it’s definitely there. As you can see it can only repel light objects, but if what we’ve seen so far is anything to go by; it’s only going to grow stronger…”

She grabbed her hankie from my tail, her fingers dipping into it and causing me to jolt. “The extraction team is going to go crazy over this…” She shoved the hankie in her pocket. “He’s not going to be able to wear any of the energy extraction suits, they’ll have to improvise”.

The room resumed its jabbering amongst the staff, leaving me alone to my thoughts.

“B… But how can an illusion be physical!” I interrupted, “an illusion cannot be solid!” I then reinforced, looking about for answers.

“Of course it can” came another voice in the room, “Physical illusions are a highly sophisticated spell, mind you, few mages have mastered it. Why, there was that particular famous case in the 1800s, were Sir William Langford specialised in creating dynamic weaponry using physically enhanced illusions. His enemies certainly believed illusions could be made pretty solid indeed!”

“Look at this!” Cried someone else, holding one of those illusion piecing photographs. They huddled around as the guy brought it towards me, each of them commenting as they saw it. I could see it clear enough from afar, a naked picture of me, on all fours… When did they take that?

I groaned and diverted my eyes, ashamed at the number of people who were seeing it. However insistence from its holder forced me to inspect closer.

Yes it was me, naked, on the floor. No sign of any physical alterations, thank god… Then it caught my eye. What the hell… I peered closer, only backing up as my muzzle almost made contact with the image. Was I… floating? I kept looking at it and sure enough, my hands and feet were not in contact with the ground.

“Hmm, physicality and levitation…” said one of its viewers. “Well… the branding is certainly using some advanced magic to turn you into a fake dragon my friend. All without taxing your own mana pool at that, if these readings are right… I wouldn’t be surprised if it had you breathing fire next...”

“Why am I fucking floating!” I yelled, looking about for explanation.

“Well you’ve certainly grown larger since your arrival” said a glasses wearing assistant, nudging his spectacles back up to his eyes as he spoke. “Having you float in the core of the form is one way to manage your body, otherwise the weight of you would be pushing the illusions feet through the floor”.

Another member of staff called me over, the others dispersing to a distance to avoid physical contact; as I got up and made my way over. There was some large medical scales, the sort you can step into; including handlebars for people struggling to stand on their own. I stepped inside and to my amazement; saw a reading of just a couple of pounds. However, it did seem to flicker up to the next number, as if not getting a definitive reading.

They leaned on the bars while standing outside the scales, wagging their finger at the reading as they spoke. “I’d be willing to bet as the physical field strengthens, and it is able to support more of your weight, that reading will go up”.

I looked between them and the flickering number. It now seemed to be favouring the higher one, lingering on it for longer. I did seem to be slowly getting heavier, which could mean the illusions ability to support my weight was strengthening. That it was becoming more solid.

What does this mean for me…

They gave me the rest of the day off, under the promise that I’d spend it going over my study material. Not out of any concern for my personal well being, they were just figuring out how to strap me into the extraction chair when they had no dragon shaped suits. Not that they could make one, my form seemed to always be shifting and even if they created a skin tight suit for it; I wasn’t going to be sitting in any chair with this fat ass tail behind me.

But that was their problem, mine for the time being… was porridge.

I sat on a metal bench, the cafeteria cleared in anticipation for me paying it a visit. Thankfully my weight was being managed so my butt wouldn’t just push right through the seat, it was another one of those weird feelings. I could feel my real backside, hovering somewhere above the seat, but I could also feel my reptilian rear against the cold metal frame. The tail curling over its edge and drooped against the floor, it all feeling slightly more vivid than earlier.

I was starving, I hadn’t eaten since the whole morning ordeal, but I wasn’t sure how this was going to work. My head wasn’t where my… head was, it was somewhere just below my dragonic neck. I could just shove the spoon into my chest and try to aim it for my mouth, but I knew how that felt and didn’t savour the idea.

… “Fuck it” I said aloud, then impaled the spoon through my ribcage. Immediately I recoiled, not just because the sensation sucked, but the lightweight porridge just splattered over my chest; not making it through.

“Fuck!” I shouted aloud, it echoing around the empty room, just one assistant standing near by quietly pretended not to notice my plight.

I grabbed a napkin and began cleaning the hot mess from my scaly underbelly, the scales glistening from the moist goo. The area felt warm, but it was a dull warmth, diluted and faint. The external shell of the illusion had become stronger since this morning, but I could still piece through with a little force. Soft materials like this porridge would just bounce off of it apparently, which brought some concerning basic questions such as… how was I going to drink water?

I looked at the bare spoon, frustration brewing within me. I was going to have to try it, wasn’t I?

I scooped another spoonful of porridge, taking a deep breath while maintaining sight of it. “Here goes…” I said to myself, and prayed I wouldn’t be stuck with it on the top of my human head forevermore or anything.

I brought the spoon to my lips, the scaled reptilian lips of my illusions muzzle. Delaying what I was about to try by blowing on it to cool, though whether any air actually came out of my mouth I couldn’t actually tell. It could have just been false sensations fed to me. Steeling myself, I brought it into my reptile mouth, several fangs clicking against the metal as I struggled with my alien tongue and extended maw to get the warm goodness into me.

I immediately spat it out, using my hands to rid the filth from my dragonic taste buds. The hell they boil up to make this, plaster? It tasted of nothing yet also somehow foulness.

I growled, taking another spoonful and hastily shoving it into my mouth, quickly withdrawing the spoon and using my hands to hold the muzzle shut. Gagging in my attempts to swallow the nasty slimy paste. Through sheer will, it went down. I felt it roll down my non-existent saurian neck, into my chest and amazingly; somehow make its way down my human throat and into my stomach.

I didn’t know how, I didn’t want to know how, all that mattered is I could eat through this thing… But not this. I stood up, turning to the assistant and ordered eggs and bacon, with extra bacon, perhaps also a steak. I had a craving that oats simply couldn’t satisfy.

By the end of the day I was over half way towards my original weight, going by the scales.

Things just kept getting more solid, more vivid. I could actually feel the texture of the illusions hide, being aware of how each scale sat upon it. I was also getting pretty big, I felt like some basketball player walking amongst the staff here, looking down on everyone’s head and discovering a few bald spots I hadn’t noticed before. This despite my back continuing to curve, my body leaning forward, even my human shape within felt like it was hunched over.

I was concerned, looking at the stubby clawed digits of my hands, just how far was this going to go…

I walked past the mirror in my room, glancing at the lizard face peering back at me. Thick horns curved back over my forehead and pointed upward at their tips. I had my head yanked back a few times that day as they caught on door frames, leaving an actual mark where they made contact.

I didn't recognise that face any more, no relation to the real me under it all remained, the reptile side was taking over. I didn’t want to dwell on that too much.

I turned on the shower and once warmed up; managed to squeeze my way in. Thankfully I had a luxury shower with a lot of room, the sort that fires at you from all directions. Water jets splashed against my scaled hide, against my wings and tail. I felt the water, but it was like I was feeling it through a layer of plastic. Feeling the impact, the temperature, but I was still behind my thick dragonic costume. Experiencing the world through a filter.

I didn’t even know if washing did anything for me, but it felt wrong not to at least try to maintain my hygiene. Scrubbing also helped me become more acquainted with the feel of everything, which in turn helped me better manage my limbs, as if touch and sensation was helping my brain build a map of the body I was piloting.

I dried off and grabbed a pair of black shorts they had given me. I was thankful for the adapted clothing, just something to make me feel like I wasn’t just walking around here stark naked.

It had three leg holes and when I tried to pull them up my legs; I found it impossible to get the tail in. On the second attempt I threaded the tail through the back hole but kept it far down enough that I could still stretch it forward and step my legs in.

Another for the list of odd experiences.

It felt good and snug as I pulled it up, the fabric coating my lizard butt and concealing my ken doll crotch. Extra stretchy for any future deviations in my form.

I made my way over to the extra large bed they put in for me and just flopped onto it. My underbelly pressing against the sheets; now being solid enough to avoid any uncomfortable phasing through. Strangely enough, my dragon body ached, there was a certain enjoyment to be had in stretching out my limbs here; including my exotic addictions.

I got a bit of a scare as I widened my legs out to relax, only to find I didn’t hit any physical limit to the range of their movement and they slid to the sides of my body. My crotch was literally pressing against the bed as easily as my underbelly. I looked back unnerved, wondering what my human legs inside were doing. I didn’t feel any pain from dislocated hips, so I didn't question it any further. Giving out a great sigh as I got comfortable to chill out the evening.

… I was horny.

It wasn’t surprising, I hadn’t… relieved myself since this whole mess started. It wasn’t exactly easy to get into the mood when your body was slowly turning into a freak, but it appeared I had hit the point were the biological need had overridden all other priorities. Hell, I couldn’t remember the last time I went this long without rubbing one out…

Which was going to be problematic.

My penis was located somewhere beneath my underbelly, under a thick layer of imaginary lizard, which would inflict terrible nerve twisting pain in any attempt to reach for it. Even if I was horny enough to make the attempt, these hands… These big, strong, clawed hands weren’t going anywhere near my manhood.

I breathed out a hot gasp of air, assessing my neediness, deciding whether I really wanted to go there… A strange feeling grew in my crotch and tail area, a familiar buzz through alien flesh… I really was going to go there, wasn’t I?

I got off the bed, turned around, then fell back onto it on my back. I would have just rolled over, but I had a lot of stuff poking out behind me to consider.

I then scooted the rest of the way onto the bed, using my feet to push me as my wing membranes prevented my hands from helping me along. My legs once again flopped impossibly wide to my sides as I stared at the ceiling, evaluating the life choices that brought me to this very moment.

Right, so how do I jack off a dragon?

I peered down over my underbelly. With my legs at the sides like this, you could see some sort of protruding groin bone under my shorts. That’s novel, I guess. That sort of bulge would indicate being well endowed for a human, but of course I knew full well my ken doll crotch wouldn’t be wowing any ladies.

Never mind my genitals and anus sharing the same hole, bathroom trips as of late have been… interesting. I didn’t want to know how it worked, I had barred those weirdos from recording me taking a dump through an illusion penetrating lens. That was a video that didn’t need to exist.

I breathed deeply, calming myself for the deviency that was about to occur. Reinforcing my conviction of the intangible nature of this body was almost becoming a religious activity. I didn’t savour the idea of playing with animal reproductive organs, but constant reminding that they weren’t real may just help me through it.

I started by firmly stroking up and down my underside, watching the ripples of scaly skin roll ahead of my hands across my torso. I wasn’t sure if belly rubs did anything for lizards, I wasn’t a dog but all animals like belly rubs, right? It didn’t seem to produce any foreplay like stimulation for me, so I quickly abandoned it and moved on.

Next I rubbed about my inner thighs, raising the knees as I massaged them. They were tight and meaty with finer scales than over my sides and back, my rubbing seemed to make me want to curl the tail upward a bit in response, but there was no denying the area that demanded the most attention. Inside it ached with need, a deep itch yearning to be scratched. I was delaying the inevitable of having to touch it, circling the target.

I really didn’t fancy poking about a cloaca… but the need was real.

Slowly, I reached into my shorts… Following the curve of that groinal bone and landing on the only variation in the scales I could find behind it. A long horizontal opening just where my tail connected between my legs, it was sealed tightly under scales and I felt it ran across the whole underside curve of the tail’s base.

Right, what was I supposed to do, rub it? I could see little else to do, so I got to work, trying to avoid catching anything with the claws. It certainly looked like I was jacking it beneath the fabric of my shorts, but I was just sort of fumbling about beneath there, not really knowing what I was doing.

I sighed and let my mind wander while I tried to get my little fellow to come out and play. I was getting a little buzz down there, I guess, but nothing that looked to be going anywhere productive. I tried alternating between different motions, humping my hand, squeezing against my scaly lizard slit, rubbing again… The buzz didn’t seem to be progressing and my single hole stayed tight.

I was going through my usual inspirations. Models, celebrities, women I fancied at my old job. None of them really did it for me today, despite my randiness. Looking and now feeling like a giant reptile probably wasn’t helping, I couldn’t really see myself with any of them, their imagined interest in me seeming comical.

My own brain was laughing at the absurdity of my usual fantasies, despite them being far fetched before; approaching them as a lizard creature was a whole other level of delusion. They’d never be interested in me, I was hideous, my mind beginning to tumble down into darker thoughts...

I looked like a beast, an animal… The only women I stood any chance of bedding from now on would probably be in a barn. Some scaly reptile, completely lacking in backside and breasts, walking around on all fours.

I could picture her now. Yellow scales, thick tight thighs and lots of meat on her tail. Just wagging that lizard butt about, rear raised, trying to… tease you over… She’d have a long neck with… loose scaly skin. The sort you could get you teeth into and tug at while you… b… bloody hell!

Things were going on below, the developing image of the creature in my mind driving my libido, much to my personal shock. But I couldn’t stop, I just couldn’t get that image out of my head once it was there. That inviting raised dragon rump and flirtatious tail, her peering back over herself and just waiting for me… waiting for me to mount her. To feel myself slip inside her, oh god!

My mind was flooded with imagery of my made up yellow dragon, various ways to position her, each attractive in their own way. I couldn’t restrain my thoughts now that they had been set on this path, I didn’t want to.

I could not deny the dragon butt, it struck too deep. I rubbed under my shorts feverishly as I felt the cloaca loosen up and moisten. I felt myself bulge within, unable to contain it. God I needed that thick tailed ass…. I needed to feel myself… push into her. I needed to fill her!

I felt a moist rod push into my hand beneath the shorts, throbbing with life and continuing to push outward from my slit. I looked down and watched the cloth rise up, signature tent pitching, higher and higher it pushed. Higher and… oh shit, I had best let it out!

I pulled the shorts back to reveal a cock as thick as my human wrist. Its head was pointed to a thick tip and strange bumps ran along its underside. I watched as it grew, my eyes widening as it continued to push out of my opening above and beyond my expectations. It continued to thicken further down, curling forward as it made its way. I couldn’t imagine how all of it was supposed to have fitted in there, even in its non-erect form.

By the time it had finished being pumped up, I didn’t know whether to be proud or horrified. If a human tried to take this it would be about as safe as letting a horse mount you. I suppose it was… proportional for my body and species… but god damn.

I gasped under my breath as I felt along its bumpy underside, the need in me all the greater now that I had a means of satisfying it. I could shame myself for thinking lewd thoughts about dragons, but I was just too horny to care right now. So I got to work, having to slide my grip up and down a fair bit in order to make use of the shafts full length. Thankfully it was already thick with natural lubricant, so I wasn’t too worried about scratching it up with the scales of my palm.

Usually I’d enjoy some external prostate massage; to go with my wanking sessions, but all that lay between my legs was make believe tail meat. I didn’t fancy sending any claw tipped fingers into the unknown of cloaca internals; in the hope of finding some lizard-esque male g-spot. Besides, it already seemed suitably stuffed at this moment...

I let my eyes glaze over as I got to work, my mind filling with imagery of teasing dragons in lewd positions. Trying to imagine the feeling of my bountiful rod slowly easing its way into one of them, trying to grasp what such an alien experience would be like, to feel all that internal texture stroking over a member of such length…

I was strangely not bothered by their plump reptilian physiques, not put off by their flat chests, if anything their smooth scaly bodies felt oddly arousing. Those thick… meaty… bodies and that thick… meaty... tail… Hnnng…

I could see her now, that delightful creature looking at me all alluringly, wanting me. I watched her as I gasped and panted in great hot breaths from my muzzle, licking across my fangs as I worked to stimulate the full length of my dragonic cock. Watching her strain her hips to get that hefty tail up and… Holy shit, I was actually watching her!

I just now realised that there was in fact a small yellow scaled dragon in my room, just like the one I imagined. She was resting her chest against the floor in order to provide me with a full view of her raised underbelly, leading up to the mighty tail that curled up towards the ceiling and tapering back down. Her neck curved to face me, showing that her expression was that of panting in arousal.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do… I just gripped my member mid wank, staring wide eyed, debating whether to alert security or run over there and pound her vigorously. She certainly seemed to want the cock, and oh god did I want her!

It was only when the awe of her wore off that I realised what was going on. She turned around and climbed onto my bed, walking over to me as instructed. When within range I reached out to touch her face, her head rolling in enjoyment of my caressing; as I’d expect she should. But she was just imitating the desired behaviour, my actual fingers slipped under her scales and felt nothing.

An illusion, of my own creation. I guess I got a little too passionate and imagined her into existence. She was quiet life like and detailed, my teacher would be proud. I couldn’t actually do anything with her though, so if there was one motivation to learn how to create solid illusions...

Although…I grinned, feeling a fang poking out from under. This offered some exciting possibilities.

I shoved myself up to the headboard, cushioning my back against the pillows. On command she walked over, licked across her muzzle at the sight of my member, then dug in. Her head lowering over my groin and imitating the motions of wrapping her long tongue around my ample manhood, giving it a good licking. Her tongue glided up and down over its length inside her toothy maw, big inhuman eyes gazed up at me seductively while she did her work.

I couldn’t feel anything of course, but visual aids did wonders. She had been specifically crafted by my imagination through what got my bits roaring. To see the beast here now, grinning up at me while she pressed her muzzle between my legs, was simply too much. With a little finesse from my hands beneath it all, I could pretend a dragon was going down on me.

I moaned at the vision before me while my hands got to work out of sight. With a little mental direction, I synced her tongues activities with my hands motions, making it feel all the more real. Where my hands explored her tongue followed, teasing at the bumps along my members length, up and down the shaft in smooth moist motions.

I simply carried on like that for some time, gasping and moaning beneath her as her tail heavily swayed somewhere in the background.

Eventually, the pace of my rubbing exceeded what a tongue as long and thick as her own could realistically achieve. In my libido fueled haze, I order her to turn around and sit that ass right on my dick. My mind racing to try to get her to imitate just the right motions, hold herself in just the right way, that I could believe that I was inside her.

I desperately wanted to grip hold of that thick juicy yellow rump and hammer myself inside. Instead in respect of her intangible nature, I had to settle for it being parked on my lap while I admired it. Stroking over my exotic manhood; pushing my imagination to interpret the feeling as her moist internal walls teasing at it.

I wasn’t sure if I was enhancing the experience or torturing myself. I couldn’t have what I actually wanted, I wanted it to be real, I wanted to go all the way with a creature just like her. Self service, I knew, wouldn’t come close. It couldn’t replicate the feeling of me mounting her, feeling my scaly slit press with hers as I entered her, our tails intertwining…

...What the hell was I thinking, these desires weren’t human!

A familiar pressure built within, only it was bigger and the pleasurable glow so much more intense for it. My scaled up anatomy for my larger size giving the whole thing that extra special vibe.

It developed somewhere deep inside my cloaca, its presence so great that the buzz could not only be felt near my inner hips but continued further back onto the tail as well. It built and built, my eyes widening as it began to push its way up my shaft. It had so far to travel along its length that I think it took an extra few seconds to reach the tip than a human’s would. I could barely hold it back to eek out those extra few joyous moments of build up before I had to let it go.

I gasped loudly as I unloaded into the intangible dragon, only remembering to shift my tail to the side at the last moment; as the ejaculation rained down through her and onto the bed beneath.

Imaginary internal organs squeezed tightly in rapturous pleasure to power the eruption, leaving me moaning in ecstasy, long tongued gasps from a open toothy moar. Savouring the inhuman orgasm that the illusion had brought me.

Then it reloaded.

Another stream of cum fired out of my tip as my insides continued to squeeze, I shrieked in delight, and then another quickly followed. It was at this moment that some sane part of my brain drew my attention to what was going on down below, watching in helpless bliss as somewhere beneath that yellow dragon ass; I felt my member fire another stream of cum. Finally, it began to taper out, the ejaculations becoming shorter and ending in more of a dripple.

Where... did all that come from?

I fell back into my pillows, exhausted. Panting in the aftermath of the greatest orgasm of my life. The dragon raised its rump from me and looked back with a satisfied glow. I stared at that thick tailed butt as I continued my heavy breathing, eventually I leaned forward, opening my mouth and stretching my long tongue forward; eager to taste her…

A moment of self awareness pulled me back, I dismissed the illusion and it faded away in a cloud of yellow coloured smoke, leaving nothing behind. Was I really just about to eat her out… the hell is wrong with me?

I stared at the mess I had made, the concern I should have felt momentarily held back by the post organism euphoria. I must have ejaculated… what, half a pint? That was an inhuman quantity of spunk, and as good as it felt to spray it all over the bedsheets, the question remained of where it had all come from?

Thankfully, the answer soon came as I saw before my very eyes the mess suddenly begin to shrink. The stains maintained their shape, but shrank in volume until a normal human quantity of ejaculate remained.

I guess anything seperated from my body would revert to its natural state, a discovery I found comforting. No matter how alien I felt, beneath it all I was just a human, like everybody else. But what happened just now, why the sudden development of a dragon fetish? Was I going mad?

Not that I didn’t appreciate the dragonic orgasm I had just experienced. I mean holy fuck, to feel that junk in action! The intensity of the orgasm had scaled up with the size of the reproductive organs, more pleasure sensing flesh was at my disposal, even if only imaginary. But there was something… off about it. I felt like I was just touching on something even greater, on the edge of what was really happening but unable to push through.

My breathing gradually slowed as I looked down over myself, that massive freakish rod still poking out from under my black shorts. There was something I needed to try, but I knew I wouldn’t like it.

I closed my hand into a fist, ensuring the claws were well tucked in, then pushed it against my underbelly. Harder… harder! It began to phase through, that uncomfortable feeling returning but somewhat less intense. I pushed as hard as I could but could only reach a few inches deep. It felt like trying to push into sand, you can get through the surface but then you hit that more dense layer further down.

I pulled out and took a deep breath, recovering from the discomfort. I couldn’t reach my body any more. I could still feel myself under there, somewhere, but it was fainter. The illusion had become so dense, it would no doubt continue to solidify and then…

That was the feeling I struggled to describe. As good as that self service felt, it was only touching on the real thing. The more solid the form, the more crisp the feeling. But, if it were to turn completely solid, what would that mean for me? I knew that I was a person beneath it all, but to the world I’d just be a thing. They wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, my humanity trapped beneath this lie.

I pictured having to approach my family and friends, looking like this. That soon put the monster dick to bed, it shrank into its hiding place at the thought and I could once again pull my shorts over my crotch. Time to clean up the mess I made and get to bed I think.

I felt stiff as I awkwardly shuffled to the end of the bed, kicking off the covers as I made my way to avoid any sticky transfer. Felt like my movements were becoming more restricted, or rather restricted to within a certain range.

As the illusion became denser it seemed the forms still evolving shape became more enforced, the curve of the reptilian back preventing me from standing fully upright. It made me think how inner me was doing.

There were many things that concerned me. As I stepped off the bed, my wide stance took my notice in particular. The hip gap to let the tail through was huge, there was no way human me could hold his legs wide enough to stand them this far part. Like earlier when I laid on the bed, my legs were splayed either side of me. Fine for a reptile, not so much for human joints.

I looked at my forward leaning stance in the mirror, my tail raised up behind to act as a counter balance. This must be inflicting hell on my back on the inside… I could only hope the magic was supporting me in some way.

Sighing, I grabbed some tissues in my broad clawed hands and got to work on the bedding. The cleaning staff deserved better.

The next day I woke up and I was feeling… thick. What I initially mistook for indigestion I eventually realised was the rement feelings of my inner self within my gut. My hands explored under the covers and felt around my more plump underbelly, kind of felt like I had eaten someone, or even that I was pregnant with them, just this vague outline of a person in my belly.

Hell, I probably could eat someone if I tried, I felt big. My arms and legs felt like tree trunks, my body had broadened yet more overnight; the shorts flexibility was being tested. So much for the good fit. Felt like my neck was longer as well, it was somewhat disorientating as I moved my head about, I wasn’t accustomed to having such a range of movement above my body.

Pfft, whatever, another day and the freak show continues.

I thought about last night, the psychologists were going to want to know about that, but I didn’t savour the idea of having that conversation.

Hey doc, seeing how I look like a dragon; I guess it’s just to be expected that I now want to shag one. On that note, meet my make believe animal girlfriend, we’ve already consummated the relationship…

I brought a hand… a paw hand thing to my muzzle and groaned, thinking on how that would go. They had a feigned politeness about everything, because enchanters were just expected to be freaks. I wasn’t in the mood to be patronized by white coats that would tell me this was all ok and healthy.

On that thought, there were more indirect ways of letting them know… Big brother were going to have an interesting morning.

I reached over and grabbed my laptop, which at this point was starting to feel more like a handheld device. Using the tips of my claws to type out a web search, the back of my brain screaming at me as I typed out the words… Oh boy.

“Dragon Bestiality”... safe search off, click.

… Oh humanity, you beautifully twisted little creature, you did not disappoint. I licked across my muzzle and I tapped the page down key to scroll through the filth. Various wild species caught in lewd positions, close ups of aroused genitalia, female models posed with erect dragonic phalluses between their legs while they give them a good rub down. My my my, I was feeling inspired.

I found the videos of cloacal close ups during egg laying to be particularly interesting.

There was something about the ones with human men actually penetrating and riding females that unnerved me somewhat. They were on their backs and strangely compliant, probably sedated so they didn’t try to eat the small creatures with the woefully inadequate penises trying to get off inside of them.

Despite the potential interest offered by interspecies intercourse, I found them upsetting so clicked away.

The jackpot was the videos of two dragons having at it, close up cams of actual penetration. These got the most arousal out of me and it felt good to see some real dragonic action. I really had become a very sick puppy, and the team monitoring my web activity were along for the ride. Have fun guys, because this one is going on loop.

I rested the laptop on one hand while the other explored under the covers, maintaining sight of the screen as I began to scratch around my lower areas. There was a certain enjoyment to be had with a little roughness around...

A man suddenly burst through the doors, asking why I wasn’t up yet. I slapped the laptop closed and my arm shot up from down there. Fucking killjoy, nothing worse than stopping once you get going!

He listed off some things I should be doing, prompting me to just moan that I understood and was getting up. I crawled forward over myself, the rest of me following as I made my way to the end of the bed, stepping off of it onto all fours and standing upright. Standing upright… Standing…

I felt incredibly stiff, there was lots of resistance as I tried to get up but my back wanted to push me back down. Eventually I managed to keep my arms off the floor, but I looked like an ogre with severe back problems. Using my tail as a counter balance helped, but it literally had to be pressed against the floor like a 3rd leg sprouting from my butt.

I glared at him, the poor guy just doing his job was probably feeling quite intimidated by the narky reptilian towering over him. “See the shit I have to put up with and you’re chasing me out of bed!” I hissed at him. I then waddled over to the bathroom, squeezing my way under the door frame and pulling my tail through before slamming the door.

The trip down the cramped corridor to my first appointment was laborious. I took a moment to sit on my tail for a break, maintaining an upward stance while sitting was ok but while moving was a different matter. It felt as if there was this constant downward pressure on my upper back and I could only do it for so long before needing to put my arms down.

I sat there whipping my tail side to side in frustration, feeling it glide across the polished hard floor behind me. Understanding of what I’d have to do had already been reached, admittance was another matter. I took in a few deep breaths, looking at my paw like hands as I flexed the digits inward. “... Fuck it” I declared and put them down.

I allowed my body weight to fall forward onto my hands, then got up onto my legs behind me. Flexing my back and shoulders as I got comfortable in that position, working my way down my imaginary saurian spine and continuing onto the tail; held up behind.

Once nice and loose, letting the air out of my lungs slowly through the nostril slits of my muzzle, I began taking steps forward.

I felt awkward, raising my limbs high like an animal on snow for the first time, stumbling here and there. But after a couple of steps; I could already tell this was easier to manage than my prior upward stance. Hesitantly, with the occasional wobble, I made my way towards my destination on all fours.

Physical examinations… my favourite part of the day…

Today’s illusion piecing photo explained some things, I wasn’t attempting to stand in the shape of the illusion any more. Human me was curled up into the fetus position, hovering around my lower abdomen area. Seems he had given up trying to take any part in the absurdity of this form. Leaving the branding to twist and reshape me however it liked, what joy.

At the very least today’s poking and prodding wasn’t an unintended form of torture. Nothing could get through the illusion, any contact bouncing off the exterior shell.

They feared pushing too hard in case it inflicted any injury, as if it mattered when it was an illusion we were talking about here. Knowing my exact position within the form meant they could try hacking off an arm if they wanted, though on further thought I didn’t fancy the attempt… Just in case.

“X-ray, photonic, mass, mana spectrum… They all seem pretty much normal…” Read aloud one of the assistants. I grunted at that ‘normal’ statement while looking at my mana spectrum readings, the colourful gradients indicating different ingredients that made up my particular thumbprint. The enchanter zone, a reddish purple slice of colour, looked slightly fatter than my last reading. So I guessed all this practice and meditation was doing something.

I turned to one of the staff and asked had there been any progress towards figuring out how to dispel the illusion. An awkward silence filled them room, only the sound of various electronic monitors buzzing in the background. They were trying to figure out how to fix this, right?

One of the male staff approached, craning his neck back to look up at me as he got close. “There isn’t a facility in the country that is as well equipped and experienced to accommodate enchanter’s unique problems than here. Would it really be so terrible if you stayed this way? The changes are ongoing, so we have yet had the opportunity to properly…”

A low rumbling growl emanated from my chest, I felt it vibrate through my core, causing the guy to step back. “Stay this way!” I scowled, a paper waste bin being sent flying across the room as my tail flicked to the other side. “You fucking try looking like this and saying that!”

A female member of staff stepped forward, glaring at the guy for his poor tact.

“Enchanters are masters of alteration, no other breed of magic user have as much control over illusions and the nature of things as you do” she said, pausing to let that sink in. “Perhaps as you develop your innate abilities, you’ll gain control of the illusion and be able to reshape it into something more preferable. After all, we have confirmed it is your own power generating it.”

… I know what she was doing. She was trying to incentify me to do what they wanted me to do, to work hard at developing my abilities and thus become a better generator of chaos energy for them… But I did bite. This was only an illusion, going by last night; I was learning how to better manipulate them.

The idea of learning how to control and impose my own will on this form struck a chord. It had imposed on me for so long; the idea of imposing back onto it touched on something resembling revenge. The idea felt good, taking active part in fighting back against it rather than relying on these lot. They didn’t care how I looked, but I did, so I’d play along. I had to have hope.

I later made my way to the extraction room as instructed. To my surprise entering to see the massive seat had been torn out from the centre of the room, the shape of it still being visible in the difference in colour between the well trodden floor and where it once sat. Only a few cables poking out from under the flooring indicated that something technological one existed there.

Instead there was some equipment on wheels pressed up against the walls, some of it looking familiar, like components of the original machine were made stand alone and hooked together. Several staff awaited my entry, unzipping bags and pulling out layers of material with wires poking out of them. This was going to be… interesting.

I stood in the middle of the room on all fours while they did their work, fuming as they had told me to remove my shorts and I was once again reduced to full public nudity. Not that any of them appreciated how I felt, all they saw was a giant lizard.

Child sized adults stood all around me, fussing over my legs or tail or whatever aspect of my draconian body was within reach of them. They stretched out the electronic material and wrapped it around me wherever they could, velcro straps sealing them in place.

Meanwhile other staff set out to work consolidating the wires that sprouted from me into hubs, which in turn sent out single thicker wires that consolidated into some larger unit connecting with the other machines.

By the end of it I looked like I was wearing one of those brain electrode caps, only all over my body. Gaps of white scales beamed out from under the black fabric; where they couldn’t quite fully cover me. Even my tail was wrapped in them as they tried to maximise surface area contact, my wings proved too exotic to do anything with however. A problem for another day.

“73% efficiency, that’s about as good as we’re going to get for now.” announced one of them. Then the team leader called for the room to be cleared, they were about to light up their frankenstein suit and none of them wanted to be on the floor when chaos energy was about. Leaving me in silence, only the sound of cables dragging across the floor as I looked about at the makeshift setup.

Hopefully nothing would go wrong… They wouldn’t risk losing an enchanter, right?

A background hum filled the room as a familiar sensation wafted over me, like mist being drawn from my body. The eminators on the surrounding walls also lit up, pumping mana stream in, the surrounding air feeling ever so slightly denser.

Nothing concerning seemed to happen. Eventually a voice came over a loudspeaker telling me to get comfortable; as they’d be running the test for several hours, asking if I wanted any music put on.

I growled and splayed my legs either side of me, allowing my underbelly to press against the floor, metal cooling my scales where they poked out from under the fabric. I’d rather have my laptop, but given the duck tape nature of the setup; I could understand them not wanting potentially interfering electronics involved. So I just lay there, allowing my thoughts to wander for the time being.

I did wonder if my family had made any attempts to contact me over these days. They probably had, but the Mages refrained from making any mention of it. Probably waiting until they had something more concrete to tell me. It can’t have been easy to rationalise why they couldn’t even speak to me over the phone.

The thought of what they may think if they saw me now did make me chuckle, though not in a happy way. Their son, this beast all strapped up like some lab experiment. I wouldn’t even blame them if they thought it was the Universities doing, some mad chimerism experiment. They’d probably sooner let them believe that than admit I was an enchanter.

It would take some proving that all this was just an illusion, particularly with how tangible it had now become. They’d touch me and to them I’d feel just as much an animal as any other.

Time and time again I’ve reminded myself that all of this wasn’t real, yet as I lay there it felt real enough to me. I was aware of so much now, the wings, the tail, the general feel of simply being… a dragon. What little remained of inner me was fading, my exterior senses had become my primary ones.

Hell, if I had just woken up like this; you’d have a hard time proving it wasn’t real to me and I was looking out from the inside.

No doubt things will continue as they have, I’d be lost under it all, I may very well spend the rest of my life living as a fake dragon. That was a possibility I’d have to come to terms with.

… Perhaps time spent on self reflection wasn’t the best of ideas, turn on the music.

I dreamt that night, I was flying. The clouds above spread out into infinity as I soared high above the landscape. The wind was somehow calm and delicate, wafting over my form and highlighting the shapes behind me. I couldn’t actually see myself, only feel my tail curling through the wind out of sight, the steady beating of soundless wings. I felt so calm, nothing mattered but the journey forward, through the sky.

Crash!

I was ripped from the calm and into consciousness by the sudden collapsing of my bed beneath me. My whole body shook as the frame slammed into the ground, sending my heart racing as my brain wrestled for comprehension of what was going on.

I took in great bucket fulls of breath, being startled by the sheer quantity of air I was drawing through my nostrils and into the massive lungs. My heart pounded powerfully, I brought a hand to it and gripped over where it lay beneath my heaving chest. Was this some sort of heart attack? I had never felt it beat so large and strongly, but there was no pain and it felt a healthy beat. Besides, my real heart wasn’t there.

Something was wrong…

I slowly emerged from under the covers, eyes wide with the assault of sensations all over my body. Intestines gurgled in my gut, my pulse pumped in my ears, I felt… everything.

I could feel things before, but nothing like this. There was always a touch of numbness, especially for anything lying beneath the surface of the illusion. I was now aware of biological functions at work inside me. Tendons straining in my hands, the feel of muscle beneath my scales, touch had become vivid and crisp. I could even feel my member sat within its cloaca, anus like muscles stretching about beneath the scaly slit as I moved the tail around.

I felt heavy beyond imagination, feeling the sheer dragonic weight of my body pressing towards the ground. An immense force only exceeded by the even more incredible strength of the muscles and bones that held it all up.

It was more a case of what I didn’t feel that was concerning, I could no longer feel myself inside, I felt solid to the core. Where my body was once sat, the faint feeling of internal organs now were.

Ok… keep calm, this is just a further progression of the branding. You’ve been here before, feeling things that were never meant for the human experience. However vivid this all felt, however heavy I thought I was, it was just the illusion feeding me false sensations. It wasn’t real, none of it was real.

I stumbled off of the demolished bed on all fours, moving about had taken a whole new dimension now that I could truly appreciate the biomechanical ongoings beneath it all. Feeling the muscles flex and strain beneath the surface, the impact of each step shooting through meat and bone.

It’s not real, just remember it’s not real…

I made my way over to some large scales they had placed in the room for me, having no trouble navigating through the dark with my innate night vision. Intent to prove to myself that any sensation suggesting weight was simply a product of the fake senses the illusion had imposed on me.

It creaked frightfully as I stepped on, the LED screen shooting up to an obscene figure before the metallic frame buckled beneath me and the screen turned blank. I heard a sharp crunch as whatever circuit boards lay beneath were reduced to shards.

Don’t you fucking lie to me!

The panic grew as I stepped off, but I was intent on holding it down. Hastily I made my way over to a kitchen area I never really made use of, preferring to leave the cooking to the staff here. I pulled the draw from the cabinet as I yanked it out, cutlery loudly scattering across the floor. I then leaned down and rooted through them for what I wanted.

I took a particularly large knife in hand, it being nothing more than a pocket knife in my grip but it would do the job. I glared at the blade, assessing its sharpness, then turned to look at my tail… I’d prove this wasn’t me.

Gripping the foreign limb in my other hand, I brought it to the knife and began cutting. The scales proved too hard to inflict any damage, so I worked the point beneath where they overlapped and jabbed it under. Pushing the blade into the soft meat hiding under my armour.

I shrieked in pain.

Not the immaterial pain of entering the illusion, not the pins and needles nerve static of before. Sharp, crisp, genuine to life pain erupted from the wound on the tail; causing me to withdraw the blade. I winced as I looked at the knife, then gradually, my eyes widened in awe at what I saw.

There was blood on the knife.

I looked down on the self inflicted injury on my tail, it throbbed painfully as red blood oozed out from under the scales. Droplets followed the force of gravity, highlighting the pattern in the scales as it worked its way downward before dripping onto the floor in audible drops.

I let out an almighty roar of pure horror, which no doubt could be heard throughout the floor, alerting the night shift that something terrible was going down. Heart now hammering in my chest, there was no containing my despair. I threw the knife at the kitchen worktop and made way for the panic button installed on my room wall. Smashing it into plastic debris.

All my rooms lights turned on simultaneously, an alarm started to echo around the floor and I could hear a surge of steps racing towards my room. Staff burst through the doors, some armed in the event of intruders, all asking what was wrong and if there was anything they could do.

“Scanner room, now!” I roared at them, holding up my bloodied tail for all to see. “I need a fucking x-ray right now!”

The seriousness of the situation soon became apparent to all involved; as they went over my results. I just lay there on the metal reinforced center table, shell shocked, listening to the chatter all around me. Child sized adults scrambled all around my inhuman body, ducking under my wings to get past, fussing over one part of me or another.

“Mass increase confirmed!” shouted from one side of the room, “blood irregularities detected!” from another, “still stitching the x-rays together, he was too big for a single scan” I heard from somewhere else. The photo guy just stood there with a few others, staring at the photograph he had taken, just staring.

“Look at this!” cried out one of them, as they all huddled around the monitor displaying my mana spectrum readings, gasping in awe and whispering amongst each other. From my position it looked normal, my readings hadn’t really changed from yesterday. It took me a moment to realise it wasn’t the colourful image of the spectrum breakdown they were obsessing over, but the values to those readings.

I overheard people listing figures four digits long, a matter that was rather low on my priorities; given the circumstances. However I did understand the significance. A novice magic user such as myself should have a reading of maybe 60 for their mana pool, a trained up mage able to reach several hundred. Thousands were unheard of… for a human being.

They were so occupied they didn’t notice the x-ray technician come over, holding several printouts that had been taped together. I snatched them from his hands and brought them closer for inspection… my eyes began to well.

What I saw was undeniable. There standing out on the black glossy sheet was a reptilian skeleton, digitigrade legs with a long flowing tail and the bony structure of wings either side. The wings and tail spread out onto additional printouts, they just couldn’t fit me on a normal scan intended for… humans.

I let the scan fall to the ground. My breath quickening as the physicality of my inhumane nature gradually sunk in. I wasn’t a human being anymore, I was an animal, the illusion had turned real.

I looked about frantically amongst the noise of the staff at work, excitedly discussing the results and their meaning. They didn’t care, no one cared. I had turned into an actual animal and they were using words like “fascinating” and “historic” to describe it. I had turned into a monster and they were fussing over mana readings.

“FIX THIS!” I screeched at them, the noise instantly turning to silence, all eyes were on me. “GET ME OUT OF THIS THING AND MAKE ME NORMAL AGAIN!”

They just stared at me blankly as I panted from the outburst, I felt like a freak in a cage put on display and I wanted out.

One of the braver people there spoke up, solemn in his voice. “... Look we’ll do what we can to make you comfortable, but there is no going back from this… You’ve undergone a full transmutation, magic that is beyond mortal man. This is what you are now, please understand that…”

… No. No no no, this was just the illusion playing tricks on everyone, it had to be. It had become so strong even the equipment couldn’t see through it. I was a person, I was a human being!

I sat up and began to claw at my chest, trying to dig into it, leaving bloodied streaks here and there. Startled onlookers urged me to stop.

I’m under here somewhere, underneath this thing. I need to get out, I need to get out!

I kicked up from the table as staff approached me, urging me to stop harming myself. They backed off and increased their distance, understably given my considerable size and intimidating appearance. “I need to get out!” I screeched at them, then clumsily made it for the door, falling off the table along the way.

My heart raced as I exited into the corridor, alarmed shouting emanating from where I had just left. They were mad, all of them. I couldn’t just turn into an actual animal, I couldn’t! I needed to get out of this place, I wanted to go home, I wanted to see my family. This was something they were doing to me, wasn’t it!

I shot down the corridor as quickly as my four legs could carry me, each step landing with a loud thud that echoed all around. I remembered where the entrance was to this part of the building, I knew the way out.

I arrived at the metallic door but it was locked, so I leaned back onto my tail and griped the door in my arms, the material groaning under my strength. My finned ears perked as I then heard footsteps approaching.

“There!” cried one of the staff, pointing my direction as several security guards came around the corner. They made chase so I abandoned the door and fled, hearing the assistant shout “Don’t you dare harm him, he’s just scared!” As he faded into the distance.

There had to be another way out of here, there had to be…

I stopped at an intersection, trying to quickly decide which direction I would take, when I felt something jab into my thigh. I looked down to see some little fluffy thing stabbed into it, then suddenly several others hit me from different directions. Before I could comprehend what they were, I was full of them.

Tranquilizers! When did they think to stock up on dragon grade tranquilizers? Did they know the illusion would turn real, did they!?

Everything went foggy, then I collapsed to the floor in a great whomp. Several security were approaching me with caution as everything turned to black...

...As I gradually woke up, I realised I was somewhere new. The large room had a wooden polished floor, distinguishing it from the cold metallic interior I had become accustomed to. At the far end the entire wall was a window onto the surrounding city, it felt as if it had been a lifetime since I saw the outside world.

I quickly became aware I was constrained. My hands and feet were bound together and inside padded bags, I was wearing a harness; which these were attached to in order to restrict my movements. There was a muzzle around my face too, and as I attempted to move a thick chain attaching me to the wall rattled behind.

“So you’re awake…” came a male voice, I only now noticing that I wasn’t alone. A man stood in distinguished ceremonial robes, behind him several others stood with their eyes concealed under hoods; dressed in battle mage garb. I tried to respond but the muzzle was too tight to allow me.

“I apologise for the restraints, but you were being a danger to yourself and we couldn’t allow you to come to harm… I am archmage Leviticus Roswell and I am in charge of looking after this section of the Mages Guild. I had you transferred over for better care. I have full confidence in the University, but looking after a case as unique as yours justified additional resources”.

He approached me closer, looking me over, seeming to admire my form. I was getting those freak in a cage vibes again…

“I’ve been so looking forward to meeting you, I had heard so much. Your experience of the branding was worthy of academic study on its own, but when I heard it had physically manifested…” He looked up at me as he approached, gauging my response as he placed his hand on me and inspected my physical nature himself, feeling over my scaled texture.

“Nothing like this has ever happened before, to undergo a full species conversion, and to still be in control...”

His hands reached up and began unbuckling the straps of my muzzle. The other mages stepped forward and protested, but simply raising a hand was enough to silence them. “It must of been terrifying for you, the realisation…” He said as he loosened the muzzle from my face, “but that was before, you’re not going to self harm now, are you”?

He lifted the muzzle from my face and I flexed my jaw in relief, looking to the man before me, then diverting my eyes. “... I’m a monster…”

“No you’re not!” He objected, before turning around and strolling forward to collect his thoughts.

“...A human mind with a dragon’s body, an enchanter’s soul with a dragon’s power… I think you’re beautiful.”

I didn’t share his enthusiasm, I also knew exactly what they saw in me, I heard what my readings were. “So what am I to you? Six? Maybe even seven enchanters? A dragon body generates a lot of power, doesn’t it now...”

He turned to face me again, wonder in his eyes. “You’re much more than just enchantment fuel. Who knows, you may even have a dragon’s longevity. You could live for hundreds of years, with the right training imagine the things you could achieve, you could be magnificent”.

He returned to me and began undoing the various other restraints they had on me, apparently confident that I wouldn’t become violent, or if I did the battle mages behind him would be able to handle it. My confidence that they wouldn’t blow me away was that they wouldn’t risk losing the most powerful chaos energy generator to grace their halls. I no doubt would be breaking records simply by existing.

He spoke to me as he did his work.

“...The gods allow us mortals a certain level of control over the world, through magic and technology they allow us to play with creation; provided that we adhere to certain rules and restrictions. The nature of enchanters bend these rules, impose their will on creation, perhaps the powers they tap into are the very same the gods used to create the world itself...”

He discarded some of the restraints on the floor besides me and started on the others.

“Perhaps that is what the enchanter’s branding is, the god’s punishment for mortals daring to tread where we don’t belong…”

He pulled the bags from my hands and feet, freeing my claws. I knew what he was getting at. I wasn’t going to try to dig myself out of this body anymore, or try to escape, I had to accept my fate. This was my curse, my branding, the price I had to pay for chasing after a dream… I’m a dragon now.

I got up and walked with him to the glass window, no doubt designed to only allow outward viewing. Over to look at the city I could no longer venture out into.

“They wouldn’t understand…” he continued. “In here you’ll be treated with the respect and reverence you deserve. But out there, a dragon wandering the streets of a major metropolitan city would only provoke one reaction.” He pat me on the back, trying to offer some condolence, then turned to talk with his colleagues while I gazed out on the world I could no longer be part of.

“We’re going to clear this entire floor just for you my friend, knock out some walls and custom make everything for your unique needs. Our obligations haven’t changed, we’ll do our best to make your life here as comfortable as possible”.

“What of my family…” I spoke back without turning around.

“... We don’t know. Decisions have yet to be made, I cannot promise you what the outcome will be, but we’ll try to be fair in our decision. I’m personally going to push that they be allowed access under non disclosure, you shouldn’t have to lose all your ties with the outside world. That I promise you”.

I thanked him and left them to their work. This was my view now. My muzzle reflected back at me from the clear glass, a face I’d have to become accustomed to, hello me…

I felt healthy enough I guess, dragonic vitality hummed across my body and the warmth of this environment made me feel more energized than that cold metallic prison. Things could have always turned out worse, at least I was sane, my new animalistic tastes in partners aside. Though I guess that was just part of the new normal now.

I waited until they had departed into the next room, discussing how they’d have to change the floor for a dragon sized resident, before focusing my energies. A cloud of yellow formed in front of me and took the shape of a familiar female dragon, she seemed pleased to see me and that felt somewhat good.

I made some adjustments to her design, scaling her up to my new increase size, bringing over anatomical knowledge I learned from my exploration of the more shameful side of the internet. When I had finished she was an anatomically correct dragonic female, a form I made sure to burn into my mind for future use.

She looked stunning, seeing her standing there sent my loins burning, the sensation now being all the more real now that I in fact was also an anatomically correct dragon. I wish I could have played with her there and then, but of course she was intangible and I dared not risk engaging in any lewd behaviour with my new friends next door.

So I just grinned at her appreciatively, and had her grin back. I then set out to follow the others elsewhere on the floor, but not before giving that fine yellow arse a feigned grope before dispelling her. My paw made contact… I did a double take, reaching out and feeling over her firm scaly hide, the illusion was solid.

An immense need erupted within me as I suddenly realised that she was in fact fuckable, my mind already sculpting how I wanted her internals to feel.

Throwing caution to the wind, I had her ready herself to be mounted. There were some positions I saw in a video that I was eager to try, namely the native dragon mating pose. If I was discovered it wouldn’t be too bad, you couldn’t blame an animal for following its natural instincts, could you now?