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A couple minutes after the bell rang to announce the end of the day's lectures, students began pouring out of the front gates of the Magical High School of Albedak. Countless supernatural creatures were exiting the building and began talking with each other, making plans for the night or going to their sports club to practice. The campus was filled with dragons, nagas, demons of all sorts and they all had one thing in common. All of them had bodies out of a person's wildest dreams: well hung, tall and beefy. However, among them was Malcom. He was an exception to the no-human rule thanks to his high magic capabilities and excellent grades. He was also the smallest and scrawniest student around, standing at 5'5" tall. The human has had enough of being last in that regard and planned something to remedy to that problem. Malcom had an advanced class in rituals and for the past two months he had been preparing an extremely complex spell that would allow him to change the situation. After countless hours of researching and bartering, he had acquired the all of the catalysts needed for the ritual he had planned.

Today was the day Malcom would finally be able to cast the ritual. He had all of the ingredients in his backpack along with notes on how to complete the ritual, though he wouldn't need them as he practiced it dozens of times: he knew the incantation by heart and knew exactly how to carry on the spell. The only thing left he had to accomplish for the ritual to be a success was to not run into Phil. Thankfully for him, that jock bully was simple-minded and it was relatively easy to avoid him while they were both in the school. Phil was a very beefy 7'1" tall red dragon and was the star of the school's team of manaball, a magical sport where you orbit a ball made of pure mana around yourself to bring it through the enemy goal. Whenever the jock wasn't at a sports practice, he was always trying to find a way to pick on the scrawny human who did his best to endure it. Sometimes it was just random spells that he was able to detect and dodge thanks to his high intellect, but most of the times it was just the dragon pushing him, insulting openly in the school's hall and even punching him when no one else was around. Malcom tried to report the dragon's behaviour to the school but since the jock was the school's manaball best striker, they couldn't do much against their star player.

Malcom made sure to exit the building at a time where the bully was away on his practice to avoid bumping into him. He headed to the small lake on the outskirts of the campus and entered the school's abandoned fishing cabin there while making sure to close the door behind him. The whole place looked like it really needed renovating. Ever since the popular mermaid teacher taking care of it had retired, the place became abandoned as no one had any interest in fishing anymore. There was an opening to the lake with a small wooden boat for easy access to the fishing area. Fishing rods were lined up on one of the walls, some of them had fallen on the ground next to the rug, there were a few coats and pairs of waterproof boots on a dresser and on old glass displays were lying dusty baits of all colours and shapes. Slightly worn framed photos and diplomas of their now retired mermaid teacher were still hung on the wall.

Malcom lifted the rug and threw it in a corner of the room, revealing a huge magic circle drawn directly on the ground of the cabin, it looked like a heptagram star whose pointy ends were reaching outside of the circle. He carefully opened his backpack and started preparing the items for the ritual, disposing them all in every branch of the star. The tear of a titan for size, a tuft of tail hair from a virgin ox for muscle definition, the dried tentacle of a mind flayer for powers of mind manipulation, a vial with the cum of a horse for heightened virility and the molt of a thousand year old naga for longevity. He purposely left the sixth star's pointy end out as it was supposed to be used for an animalistic transformation and Malcom wanted to stay human. He, as the seventh catalyst, knelt in the seventh branch, touched the magic circle with his fingers and began chanting after closing his eyes to focus on the spell.

The human could feel the energy in the room rising. A swirling wind rose all around the magic circle and enveloped him in a gentle warmth as he spoke every word of the spell he now knew by heart. He had repeated it countless times, for any wrong word could result in a catastrophic failure of the ritual. Every syllable he chanted brought more power into the markings on the ground. For a moment he began doubting, his mana reserves were emptying quickly. Sweat began forming on his forehead and the words were increasingly more difficult to speak for him. Thankfully, as he chanted the last word of the first part of the spell, the drain stopped and he was able to catch his breath.

As soon as Malcom opened his eyes, the sight around him was breathtaking. An intense white light had surrounded the circle, creating a barrier between the real world and a magic dimension created by the ritual. The items he had put on the star's ends were floating and glowing. His heart skipped a beat and he had to suppress uttering a word to not ruin the spell. For some reason, an alligator was floating over the previously empty star branch. There were plenty of them in the swamp-like lake near the campus, this one must have climbed in the open cabin while he was chanting the spell, it was as if the magic circle had drawn a sixth catalyst for the ritual to complete itself! He cursed himself for not being careful enough. He had two choices now, either he carried on while not knowing what would happen or he stopped it and all the catalysts he had gathered would be ruined. Not willing to go through another few months to collect of all the rare catalysts again, he decided to carry on. He stood up, stepped into the middle of the circle and raised his arms high in the air as he began chanting the second part of the spell.

One by one, the catalysts morphed into white balls of pure energy until all of them were transformed and floating in the air. Even the alligator. The six spheres of energy began rotating around him as he chanted loudly the last few words of the ritual. They got closer and closer to him until they penetrated his chest one after the other in a quick rhythm, infusing him with extremely high amounts of power. As he spoke the last word of the ritual, the barrier of light all around him cracked and then shattered in a million pieces which fell on the ground where they broke in a thin smoke that dissipated quickly.

The only thing remaining from the ritual was Malcom, who was standing upright with his hands still in the air. The excess of energy was starting to work on his body, making him huff loudly as he felt his mana levels jump to amounts he never thought were possible to possess. His whole being was rocked by strong pulses of energy, making his shiver in both anticipation and fear. He lowered his right arm and brought his left hand in front of his face to take a good look at the effect of the ritual as the changes were starting. His fingers were visibly growing, his hand was getting broader and his wrist was becoming wider with every second. But there was something that worried the human: his nails were darkening by the second and his skin was turning to different shades of green.

His breathing became heavier, his heart began throbbing faster as his body was growing. With one particularly strong pulse large muscles suddenly popped out of nowhere. Another series of throbs rocked his body, making him gain a couple inches in height each and making the previously scrawny human instantly fill his clothes to the brim. And then another one that made his skin become greener yet again. The next one made his feet burst out of his shoes, ripping the footwear and the socks in one go as they expanded into large amphibian paws. The changing human was moaning loudly as every pulse was bringing him a spike of pleasure. It was as if the six catalysts were taking turns into changing his body into the one he had dreamed of.

As the series pulse rocked him, his arm swelled and bulged with power while becoming greener again. The sleeves of his t-shirt tore in pieces around his now large biceps, which he flexed with a wide grin on his face.

His body throbbed more, taking him completely by surprise as this time his privates were the target. His cock had unexpectedly retracted in his body, making him look like he had no manhood anymore! Though his balls were still here, and with another pulse of power they grew much larger than before.

He didn't get much time to get worried about it because a couple more pulses rocked him. The human took his head in his ridiculously large hands as he felt his mind being assaulted with an ancient knowledge with each second. It hurt at first, but then he discovered that he gained the power to sense the minds of others around him. The new sensation was overwhelming but welcome.

The next few pulses that hit him made him grow a large and powerful snout with an extremely strong jaw. He looked at the new appendage and panicked slightly at its sudden appearance. He opened his new mouth and explored the deadly fangs that were here with his large fingers.

Malcom moaned as the next pulses made his pectorals and abdominals swell comically big on his frame, transforming his already large muscles into massive ones. His already tight t-shirt was now overstretched around his upper body and every outline of his new powerful muscles were visible through the strained fabric. Even his nipples were protruding slightly.

The throbs of power rocked through Malcom's balls, which expand more inside his tight pants. The pulses moved toward his cock and made it grow bigger, though he was still unable to see it. The large cum factories were already overproducing seed as they should, making the changing human get hornier by the second.

His lower back was next, with a quick serie of pulses particularly stronger than the others, a new appendage burst out of his pants right above his butt. Every throb made it lengthen and widen into a massive, green and scaly tail. It thrashed around as Malcom tried moving it but failed at controlling it that well.

Malcom once again took his head in his hands as he felt his energy go up tenfold. It was as if he was back to his days as a kid where he was always so full of overflowing energy and had an insatiable need to spend all of that energy. He then once again felt his mind grow wiser and stronger, as this time he could not only feel the souls of the living creatures around him, but also suggest them things to do. He used his newfound power to force two ant colonies to go to war against each other. It felt strange to be able to whisper things to other living beings, but it was awesome!

Just as he thought the transformation was complete, the pulses shook him again. The more time passed, the stronger they got. This time, they completely finished changing him into an anthropomorphic gator: he had no hair anymore, his ears were morphed into small openings on the sides of his head, a thin membrane had appeared between his fingers and his body was covered in smooth scales. All of his skin turned into the same dark green on his back and into the lighter green on his front and underside. He admired himself through the remains of his clothes, in awe before the new shape of his body. It wasn't too bad that this gator had intruded on the ritual after all.

He was brought out of his admiration for himself when a quick series of pulses rocked him. There was about one every second, and every single one of them made the gator grow an inch in size. Soon, his clothes couldn't contain the growing man anymore and the fabric began tearing in sync with every pulse, leaving him in just his boxers briefs. The experience was highly arousing to the gator, who was panting from excitement as his whole body was expanding. Eventually, the throbs of his body stopped, bringing him to an impressive 8'3" height.

The next pulses brought him more power over the souls of the smaller beings all around him. They all bent to his will until another throb rocked his body. The infusion of wisdom he got from that one change made him stop toying with the lives of those other living beings. While he loved doing that with them, they had little consciousness and he wasn't getting any fun out of it. He stopped the ant war he began earlier while apologizing to the small insects, even though they couldn't comprehend him.

Then, he grinned wide as he felt more strength incoming. His nipples bulged and grew truly titanic in the span of a couple pulses that rocked his body. At one point they stopped expanding, but the pulses kept going and he felt like they were aimed at his massive teats. He understood what was happening when he saw white liquid drip from the large nipples. He scooped a bit with his fingers, brought it to his jaw and licked it. It was milk! Except that it was much richer, it was slightly intoxicating and it tasted better than anything else he ever drank before. He began massaging his pectorals in hopes of drawing more of the delicious fluid, but they stopped dripping as soon as the pulses weakened.

The throbs continued to hit his body and brought more change. One by one, his already impressive muscles swelled as they gained more power and strength. His biceps became gigantic, his pectorals swelled forward, his eight pack became a massive ten pack, his calves and thighs grew enormous. And most importantly, his glutes grew massive. The gator brought his hands back there and caressed the large butt he sported, moaning as the touch brought him pleasure.

Just as he was marvelling at all the changes that went through him, another pulse hit him harder than any other before. His underwear exploded because of the basketball-sized balls he now sported were too big for the tiny piece of cloth. They fell down his knees and dangled there, sloshing audibly with an excessive amount of cum. He felt his growing cock slowly reach out in the somewhat cold air around the river and looked down. His dick was actually still here, it was just tucked away inside a slit from which it was now growing out of. And what an impressive spire it was. It reached to half a foot already and was nowhere near fully hard, exiting the slit inch by inch.

And finally, one last pulse went through him, making him grow a full foot at once, which brought him to 9'3" tall. His cock throbbed powerfully as it exited his slit all at once, bringing the full two and half foot spire to its fully erect state. Malcom looked at himself in awe, not only was he now one of the biggest and sexiest beasts of the campus, but he was also one of the most well hung. He panted deeply as finally the pulses stopped, giving him time to breathe. The experience had been intense and it left him very tired, though extremely aroused. He approached his hand to his massive cock, wanting to try it out, but there was something he heard and felt that needed to be taken care of.

Phil, the big dragon jock, was followed by his two friends Alan and Ralph. Alan was a tall polar bear that sported quite a bit of fat and Ralph was a slender naga whose words were as sharp as knives. The two of them had spotted the human rushing for the fishing cabin at the edge of the magic school's campus earlier and had reported it to Phil as soon as his manaball practice was over. The dragon decided to head there, he wanted to give his punching ball a lesson for trying to hide during the whole week. He really needed some relief from the stress, playing the main striker for manaball was a very difficult role. Phil was leading the group at a steady pace while the two others were following him. He was speeding up slightly as he walked toward the cabin, impatient to punch the human to let off some pressure.

The three bullies reached the door to the fishing cabin and the dragon lifted his feet high to kick the door, which slammed open and broke under the sheer strength of the impact.

• “Malcom? It's time for your..." began the dragon cheerfully before stopping right in his track.

There was no human there. The only guy here was a huge gator whose back he didn't recognize.

• “Hey Phil, what's wrong?" asked Alan.

The two accomplices entered the cabin and stood to the side of the dumbstruck dragon. Never had any of the three bullies seen someone this large and well built. He reached just over nine feet tall, two more than Phil, and his musculature was every man's dream. The bear, the dragon and the naga just stood there, speechless before the large gator.

• “Sup, guys." said the gator, in a low rumbling voice. “What do you want?"

• “Do you know where Malcom is?" began Phil, “We're looking for him."

• “Is that so? What do you need him for?"

• “Well, we have some important things to discuss with him."

The gator turned to face the three bullies, revealing his enormous muscles to the three bullies. His arms were crossed, with his finger tapping against his large biceps and a wide malicious grin on his face. His two and half foot cock and massive basketball-sized balls which hung down to his knees were also on full display for the others to see. The three of them wanted to run, but their feet wouldn't move. The huge gator took very slow steps toward the bullies, savouring every moment of the scene before him. Seeing the three bullies cower was deeply satisfying to him. Once he was immediately in front of the dragon with his cock bobbing right in front of Phil's muzzle, he leaned close to Phil's earholes.

• “I didn't know you were my friend, Phil." whispered the gator, “I've never liked you. Ever. In fact, I hate you."

• “Wait... Malcom?" asked the dragon, his eyes filled with fear as he began shivering.

• “Indeed, lizard boy. I'm your 'friend' Malcom."

• “Guys... Help me! I can't move!" said the dragon in panic.

• “I... I can't either, Phil!" panicked Alan.

• “Me neither!" added Ralph.

Malcom stood straight up again. He wanted his revenge on all three bullies, and especially on Phil, so he decided to get rid of the other two before dealing with Phil.

He moved in front of the naga and grabbed him by the neck with his huge hand. His victim wanted to struggle, but because of Malcom's mind control, he wasn't able to move even a finger. The serpent man closed his eyes, waiting for an impact that never came. Malcom scanned the naga's mind and learned what Ralph's biggest fear was: cold. To cold-blooded creatures like him, cold water could have a devastating effect: it could bring them to a comatose state. Delighted to learn about this fact, the gator decided to throw him with all of his strength inside the cold lake. He was kind enough to give the miserable worm his mobility back so he could struggle and try to escape the freezing water.

The gator then moved in front of the polar bear, who had popped a boner from looking at the gator's well built body. Malcom caressed the white fur of the bully who was moaning at the touch. He sensed that this guy had a crush on Phil. It made his revenge against him even better.

• “You're going to grow a boner every time you see someone sexy. And you're always going to cream yourself when you do. If you manage to get into someone's bed however, you won't ever be able to cum unless your partner orders you to. And you'll continue to long for Phil, but you know what? Phil is going to be mine and mine alone. He's going to be my bitch."

The polar bear was entranced while he listened to the gator's words. He couldn't help but whine at the idea of never being able to be with Phil again.

• “Long for me?" yelled Phil, “What the fuck are you going on about, Malcom! Let us go!"

• “You know how you always picked on me for being a 'disgusting fag'?" asked the gator, “Well, Alan here is also one, and he has a crush on you."

• “What the fuck, man, that's not nice to lie! Alan is not a worthless fag like you!"

• “Phil, I..." admitted Alan weakly, “It's true."

The look on Phil's face was priceless. Malcom made sure to let go of his grip on Alan, who was now free to move as he pleased.

• “And now, little teddy bear," whispered the gator inside Alan's round ears, “I'm going to steal your crush from you. You can stay if you want, but I bet you won't like seeing what I plan to do to Phil. I'm going to fuck him until he screams my name from pleasure, and then I'm going to fuck him again. And again. And again and again and again."

Alan looked at Phil who was protesting and struggling against his invisible binds, and then Malcom, and Phil again. He exploded in tears, took his head in his hands and ran out of the cabin. Making the bullies pay for what they've done to him made the gator very satisfied, though the main part was still to come.

• “I'll make you pay, you sick fuck!" yelled Phil. “And I'm going to kill you if you ever try to touch me!"

• “Are you really?" Malcom grabbed the chin of the dragon and forced him to look into his eyes, as he began working his mind control magic, “You want to know how it feels to kiss another man, don't you? You always wanted to try having sex with another man, especially if that man is a big beefy stud, right? Deep down you know you always wanted to try it, don't you?"

• “What... What are you doing to me!? Stop messing with my thoughts, you sick fag!"

• “Now, now, Phil. I'm just telling you the truth. I can see the depths of your mind, and that's what I see there." he said as he created these feelings in Phil, “You crave for the kiss of a man, the touch of a pair of beefy hands brush against your scales, a huge cock ramming in your ass, you need it all."

• “No! I'm not some... Gah! I'm no fag! Stop doing that! Please!"

• “You never stopped when I begged. You know you like it rough. Just give in to your inner desires, Phil. You cannot deny them. You cannot deny me."

• “I... Shit! FUUUUUUCK!"

• “That's right, Phil, give in. You want me. You need me."

• “I..."

• “Just look at my cock. Take a good whiff. You want it. In your virgin asshole, balls deep."

• “Fuck... Fuck you!"

• “You cannot resist, Phil. Just look at that mighty cock."

Phil looked at the enormous spire that was bobbing in front of his muzzle. The sight was hypnotizing, even more than the gator's eyes. The large slit at the top was leaking a droplet of pre. Malcom undid his bind on the dragon, who brought his muzzle closer to the fleshy spire and breathed the scent in. His whole mind and body shivered as the powerful musk assaulted his senses relentlessly. He brought his scaly hand to the cock and pulled it closer so that the slit was aligned with his mouth. He then opened his maw and scooped the droplet or pre that was lying here with his tongue. The salty taste was intoxicating and the gator in front of him was offering him to get more, to get as much as he wanted.

• “Fuck... Fuck me..." requested Phil.

Malcom smirked widely upon hearing those words and the dragon began stripping as soon as he said that. He needed more indeed. It didn't take him long to be fully nude, revealing his ample muscles and smooth scales to the gator, who was grinning wide. Phil's cock was fully hard at seven inches and it was throbbing in excitement. Pre was leaking abundantly from the tip and dripped along the underside of the dick and then to his egg-sized balls.

• “Please! Just fuck me already! I need you in me, Malcom!"

• “That's a good obedient lizard. I like you more when you are like this, Phil."

• “Just shut up and pound my ass!"

Phil turned away, showing his behind to the gator. Malcom ordered Phil to get on all fours with his new mind control powers, and the dragon bent over. The giant gator knelt behind the dragon and brought his jaw to the virgin asshole. He began licking the sensitive flesh, earning some moans from the dragon. He plunged his tongue in, preparing the hole for the incoming insertion. When he was satisfied, he brought his thumb to the asshole and plunged it deep, making the dragon grunt at the insertion.

• “Fuck! Don't... Don't push it in so fast, Malcom, I'm... I'm a virgin!"

• “Silly little dragon. That wasn't my cock, that was my thumb." said the gator while rising straight up on his knees.

• “Wait, what?" said Phil as he turned his head toward the gator, who pulled his thumb out and raised it next to his gigantic cock. “Oh fuck me." he added when he saw the thumb was much smaller than the enormous dick.

• “Don't be too eager, Phil... I will fuck you. I was preparing you. But don't worry, there won't be any pain. The pleasure will be so intense, you'll love it!"

The gator then took a couple steps forward and ground his cock between the dragon's buttcheeks. He grabbed Phil's waist with his two beefy hands and began rocking back and forth against the dragon's butt, making his cock leak even more pre. He partially let go of the ex-bully to scoop the pre and spread it all over his spire to lube it while he continued grinding the large tool against Phil's butt. Eventually, it got coated enough and the gator lined up the tip to prod against the asshole.

• “Malcom... I don't think this is a good idea after all... I'm not sure I can..."

Malcom pushed in half a foot of his cock at once, making the dragon scream in a mix of pain and intense pleasure. Draconic seed splattered on the ground below them as that simple insertion brought him to an orgasm. Never before in his life had the dragon had an orgasm this intense, his cock was spraying rope after rope of his warm cum all over the floor. It made him seriously wonder if what the gator said was true. Was he liking being with a man and letting himself be topped? No, he wasn't liking it, he was loving it. Malcom sensed that the dragon's mind was weakening under his spell and he gently leaned over him, bringing his head right next to the dragon's while grinning at him. The face the dragon sported was one of pure bliss. The gator was delighted to see that and he began thrusting in and out of Phil's asshole. Every push made the dragon let out a small moan as more of the impressive length slid in. Every second was feeling more intense for both of them, Phil was in bliss from his asshole getting stretched progressively wider by the spire and Malcom was slowly losing himself in pleasure. His thrusts became faster and more forceful as the first foot mark was reached. Malcom grabbed the throbbing cock of his dragon partner and began masturbating it. The bulge made by his spire reached up to the dragon's top row of abdominals when the foot and half mark was reached and Phil was brought to another orgasm. The gator intercepted the flow of cum with his hand and collected as much as he was able to in his large palm. He could feel the dragon's body spasming around his dick while the many shots of warm seed splattered in his hand as the dragon's balls were slowly emptying. When Phil's second orgasm was over, Malcom brought his hand in front of their heads. He ran his tongue against his cum soaked palm and drank some the seed before offering the rest to Phil. The dragon hesitated for a while before he took a sip of the warm juice. As soon as his tongue touched the stuff, his eyes shot wide and he began ravenously lapping every single part of the hand to get as much of his own cum as possible. Malcom was feeling very satisfied from that and he began humping even harder now, pushing the rest of his cock faster and faster inside Phil's tight hole. His watermelon-sized balls began bumping against the dragon's thighs with every thrust, making them slosh from the excessive amount of cum they were preparing for the impending orgasm. The dragon had now taken two feet of the spire inside him, the bulge had travelled further up his body and was now reaching between his nipples. The pleasure brought the gator to his orgasm and his cock began erupting seed. The tidal wave of cum that reached depths untouched in Phil began filling the dragon's body. Every massive shot made the ex-bully's belly inflate slightly from the sheer amount that was pumped in him. The incredible feeling of having his belly filled like that made Phil reach another orgasm as he too started shooting his comparatively small load. Wave after wave of cum was being shot deep in him and he was in complete bliss. Why had he never tried doing that with another man before? He wanted more of this feeling, but he didn't want just any simple man to fuck him, he wanted a real man. He needed Malcom, he needed the gator's giant cock.

Phil noticed the flow of the huge gator had weakened and it made him whine slightly. The two of them were panting heavily from the intensity of their orgasm.

• “More..." whispered Phil while patting his swollen belly.

• “More? My, my. Aren't you an eager lizard."

• “Just... shut up and give me more..."

• “Is that really how you should ask a favour?"

• “I... please. Please fill me more."

• “Alright. I'll give you more, but only on one condition."

• “Just please do it!"

• “From now on, you are my little bitch. And you are going to call me daddy."

• “Why would... Fine! Please fill me more with your seed!" he paused for a few seconds before muttering, “... daddy..."

The gator grinned wide. Phil's mind was almost completely broken. He rose on his knees with the dragon still impaled on his cock. Malcom grabbed the dragon by the side and turned him so that they would be face to face with each other. The larger man grinned with a predatory smile, making the dragon gulp. Malcom took his dragon's hips and began pushing him down further on his cock. There were a few inches left of his cock that weren't in the dragon yet and he was slowly inserting them. Phil moaned loudly from the intense pleasure he got as the huge pillar of flesh inside him bulged further and further. As soon as the gator was balls deep inside the dragon, Phil was panting loudly with his mouth agape and tongue lolling out.

Malcom took the lizard's head and guided it to his massive pectorals. As Phil's mouth rested right next to one of the gator's enormous nipples, the dragon idly licked it between pants. His eyes shot wide open as soon as his tongue tasted the delicious milk. He perked up instantly, wrapped his mouth around the large teat and began suckling. He sucked in a mouthful of the delicious juice and swallowed it before he took in more and drank it. Malcom moaned as the dragon was draining him of his man milk, swallowing mouthfuls after mouthfuls while massaging the enormous pectorals hoping to stimulate more production. Eventually, the nipple couldn't provide any more to the dragon, who whined in frustration after letting it go. Then he realized that to the other side of the massive chest of the gator another teat was waiting for him, already dripping with the white fluid. Phil moved his head to the other side of the gator's chest and licked the white trail that had leaked from the nipple. As his tongue reached the sensitive flesh of the teat, he lapped all around it before wrapping his mouth around it. Once again, he sucked in mouthfuls of milk and swallowed them eagerly while massaging the pectorals. Phil didn't even realize that the gator had begun humping inside him again, he was too busy trying to get as much milk as he could. Once again, that nipple was empty, so he jumped to the other side and tried to get more of the delicious fluid, but there was none. He whined in frustration before moaning loudly as Malcom suddenly pushed the rest of his two foot and half spire inside, which was throbbing wildly and leaking large amounts of pre. Phil had already creamed twice on the gator's enormous abdominals while he had been busy drinking the daddy gator's milk and was brought to a third orgasm as the gigantic spire inside of him brought him too much pleasure for him to handle. The gator moaned loudly as he too reached another orgasm, unleashing a tidal wave of cum inside his lizard and filling him up with shot after shot of warm seed, which made the already swollen belly of the dragon expand further. Phil realised that the gator's teats began leaking milk once again, so he dove for the right one, took a mouthful and while he was swallowing it, he moved toward the other nipple. Malcom was in complete bliss from the treatment the smaller dragon was giving him. Never before had he experienced such an intense orgasm and it was seen thanks to the incredibly strong flow that was shooting from his cock. The dance of Phil suckling and swallowing milk while Malcom filled his belly went on for a while. Every new wave of warm seed shot inside Phil made his belly expand more against the gator's large abdominals and it made Malcom very satisfied. When the gator's flood gates finally closed, Phil's belly was well distended. It looked like he was a couple months pregnant. He nuzzled against the gator's enormous chest for a while, just enjoying the warmth the large man was radiating. Resting against the massive muscles made him feel at ease.

• “I love your milk, daddy. Thank you for allowing me to try your cock."

• “You're not bad either, small lizard. I'm sure there aren't many people that could take me the way you are!"

That last statement made the dragon feel so proud. He felt two hands wrap around his waist and pull him up, slowly emptying his belly of the magnificent gator cock. It made him whine because he wanted more, but he didn't dare oppose his daddy's will. As soon as the giant dick was fully out of his rear entrance, a torrent of cum began pouring from his gaping hole, completely coating the gator's cock, balls and legs before forming a large puddle on the ground.

• “What are you whining for, lizard?"

• “Why… why did you pull out?"

• “Aren't you eager, Phil. Just wait a second and then I'll let you do whatever you want with it."

Phil perked up instantly. Shortly after he was put down on the ground, the gator lied on the ground on his back and gestured the dragon to come over him. The red lizard happy closed in on Malcom and instantly knelt in front of the enormous cock. He hugged it close to him while licking it clean from their earlier mess. He was already completely drunk on the taste and wanted so much more. He held it upright and got up himself, turned away from the gator and lifted his tail before forcing his cum-leaking asshole open once more with the gigantic cock of his daddy. Thanks to their earlier action, his rear entrance got stretchy enough for him to be able to go down on it a full foot easily. He pushed down further, adding inch after inch of the throbbing spire in him. He was going down the enormous cock slowly but surely, when finally the second foot was fully in. His own dick began shooting ropes of cum that flew through the cabin and landed where the magic circle of Malcom's ritual once was. Every one of his shots was made in rhythm with him taking one more inch of the cock until he was fully down on it and his balls were touching the gator's enormous orbs. He began riding the cock fast, pulling up a few inches before going down again while moaning with each of their movement. Malcom grabbed the dragon's butt and began groping it, which sent the dragon to another orgasm as he pushed down further one last time. Malcom took the dragon's waist in his grip tightly and held him firmly down his cock as his balls unleashed their content. Every wave shot inside the dragon was visibly distending his skin before it spread evenly inside the swelling belly. A seemingly neverending flow was slowly filling the dragon with even more warm gator seed. A large part of it was escaping his asshole and drenching Malcom's crotch and balls. The puddle grew larger and larger as the cum continued pouring from the dragon's behind, slowly covering the whole cabin in a thin layer of gator seed. All the while, Phil was moaning loudly of pleasure and letting a few “more, daddy, more!" out, which made the gator go even wilder.

Finally, the flow began weakening and Phil was patting his belly. He fell down backwards, landing directly on top of the gator's chest. He leaned to the side, took the large teat of the gator in his mouth again and drank more milk while patting his overfilled belly with both his hands. Malcom encircled the dragon's body with his own hands and began caressing the inflated scaly skin of the ex-bully.

An hour passed with the two scaly men cuddling. In the meantime, both of them had gone soft and were just enjoying each other's warmth. The two felt some kicking inside of the lizard's belly.

• “Malcom? What's that?"

• “You'll bear my child, little lizard."

• “Really? That's amazing! I'll... I'll give it my all, I'll be the best parent! I mean... the second best!"

• “You better be! And you'll carry it proudly around everyone at the campus. And you'll say it's my child and that your heart and body belongs to me exclusively."

• “Of course I will, daddy. Please allow me to continue servicing you like I did today."

• “Silly lizard, it's not a service."

• “Wait, what?" the dragon looked distressed. “No, please! I need you! Please, daddy!"

• “It's not a service because it's a duty, Phil. You will be my bitch and you will answer to my every desire."

• “Yes, daddy!" Phil relaxed and began patting his belly again “I will!"

The two of them just lied here for a while in a massive puddle of gator cum. They were delicately caressing Phil's belly and feeling their child's movements.