MAVLOR
Being doped to the gills on courage potions and still managing to be frightened out of your wits had to be a record. Mavlor took some grim comfort in this as he watched the two draconian males that were going to be handling his...
treatment
. What the treatment was, and what the end product was supposed to be, was still a terrifying empty blank spot on his mental map, with the only sign of what was coming being the questions that the two draconians had asked him.
One: Are you male?
Two: Are you straight?
Mavlor had said yes, both times. And now, he watched the two draconians as they murmured to one another quietly. They were both completely naked, their scales glittering brightly, and their stance meant he got a great view of their buttocks, tight and muscular and enhanced by long, whip-chord strong tails, which snaked and twitched along the floor in an almost hypnotic, sinuous motion. But naked or not, the draconians weren't unequipped. The blue and gold scaled one had a small crystal tablet, and was pointing down at it, while the red and black scaled one nodded.
"Hmm, I think it'll work best if we start in the physical substrate," the blue and gold one said.
"Um..." Mavlor started.
"I do prefer working on a finished project, true, but the physical stuff goes better when it's backed by mental ideation." The red and black one grumbled quietly.
"Well, it's more a matter of our essence, isn't it, if it doesn't flow, it doesn't flow. Does he do it for you?"
"I mean, he's a cute elf twink..."
"G-Guys!" Mavlor exclaimed.
The two draconians lifted their heads, then turned to face him. Once more, he was presented with their immense cocks - even soft, the draconians outstripped him considerably. Mavlor's cheeks burned and he stammered. "W-What
exactly
is going to happen here? I, uh, I'm pretty scared. And that's with the courage potion-"
"Shh," the blue gold draconian said, holding his tablet in his off hand, his other pressing to Mavlor's lips. "Final call, Duranturastus."
Duranturastus crossed his arms over his broad muscular chest. He regarded Mavlor with eyes that made Mavlor think more of meat and chopping blocks than people - it was a marked transition away from the gentler tones he had used earlier. He cocked his head left, then right. Then finally, he nodded. "I think...I think you're right. This little guy's barely clinging to what he's got - the physical stuff shouldn't be too hard. Lets do it, Turonuman."
Mavlor opened his mouth, but Turonuman simply walked behind his chair and once more he was being wheeled out of rooms. He was painfully aware of how very naked and powerless he was as the muscular draconian pushed him down the corridor, then to a chamber with a metal door and a stenciled word over it: GENIT-1. The doors opened with a soft hiss and Mavlor found that the room had a circular tank in the center of it, sunken into the floor like a pool. It was not a pool. It had a glittering green fluid inside of it, which sloshed and rippled as his chair was wheeled towards it. The wheels locked into a pre-built notch settled onto the floor, while Duranturastus clicked his tongue and trilled.
The green fluid rippled...and a sleek muzzle emerged. A frilled head. Bright golden eyes. Green scales and glittering dragonflesh, with feminine brightness in her feathered crest, with a narrow neck that flared into sleek shoulders and lusciously full tits, tipped by bright orange nipples. Her coloration was green, orange, yellow, red, like something from the far south. Venomous. Dangerous. She had the slender build of a snake, and was able to stand up to her hips in the deep pool, looming up almost to Mavlor's head. She grinned toothily down at him as her long, thick tail twitched behind her.
"Ooh, sumptuous," she murmured.
"His mental structures are untouched," Turonuman said.
"Mmm, that makes it more fun, though." She sloshed forward in the liquid as Malvor yelped and jerked hard on his restraints. She put a damp palm upon his cheek - and he had no choice but to look down at her full breasts. They were large and lightly scaled, and the green fluid she had been resting in rivuleted along her dusky green scales, accenting them. One droplet beaded on her orange nipple, and fell onto his thigh. His cock was hardening despite himself, and as he gulped, she leaned forward and whispered softly. "Shhh, pretty thing. I'm going to fix you up..." Her long, long finger caressed the underside of his cock. Her touch was like fire. His member surged to achingly hard, thrusting up and trembling.
Her touch...
She was
slippery
with it. Her palm caressed his cheek, leaving a smear that left Mavlor's brain buzzing and his mouth feeling numb. "H-...How...how?" He whispered, while she leaned in. Her forked tongue flicked along his muscular belly, then she slid down so most of her body once more was floating in the pool. This meant her muzzle was pressed against his balls and the feathery touch of her forked tongue was able to lather over his balls, teasing them. Caressing them. Loving them. Mavlor panted, his cock twitching up as he felt so close to cumming it was impossible. His eyes half closed. "W-What's...what's happening?"
"Shh," She whispered. Her mouth opened, and his balls vanished into her muzzle. She sucked on him. Tugged gently.
Drew back.
Mavlor blinked.
His balls were gone. She didn't swallow, and there was no spurt of blood. There was no sign of bodily trauma at all. His balls were simply
gone
. Her bright yellow eyes gleamed and she grinned toothily. "You don't need those anymore, my pretty." Her tongue sloooowly started to caress up and up and up his dock, teasing his foreskin. "Do you even use this? Why bother..." She whispered against him. "There are dragons out there, fucking girls with bigger and better cocks than you'll ever have." She kissed his tip. "Want me to take it away?"
"N-No..." Mavlor wheezed out, managing to get it out through the painful arousal burning through him.
"Mmmm, too bad!" She giggled. Her tongue coiled around his tip, guiding his cock into her mouth, along her tongue. Mavlor felt his cock press agianst the roof of her mouth, guiding down almost to her throat as her muzzle-tip bumped against his hips. Mavlor felt a clench deep in his body - not in his balls. His brain fuzzed and filled with a white light and he let out a whine deep in his throat. He was trying to cum...but he couldn't. He
couldn't
and the pleasure simply built and built and built. Then the dragon drew back, licking her muzzle with a satisfied smirk.
His cock was gone too. Mavlor was unmanned. As completely as one could be. He blinked down at his crotch, his haze of lust warring with shock and horror. He looked up from his crotch to the dragon woman, who smirked at him.
"Not quite," she whispered. She leaned forward and her forked tongue pressed to the base of his taint. She licked upwards and Mavlor gasped and shuddered - pleasure burning through his body as his flesh parted and opened. Flowerlike, something new appeared between his legs and he squirmed as she leaned in and kissed the very tippy top of the arc transcribed by her tongue. Something hard glittered there and Mavlor bit his lower lip hard to keep from mewling like a kitten. When the dragon drew back, Mavlor blinked down and saw something...rather familiar.
He had eaten his fair share.
He had a...
A pussy.
He had a
cunt
.
A sleek, feminine petal, sopping wet and puffy with arousal. His thighs tried to snap close together, but two muscular, male hands reached down from behind. A thick cock bumped against his back through the hole in the chair as Turonuman held him in place. His grin was audible on his voice as he crooned quietly. "See, she barely resisted."
"I think there can be some more additions..." the dragoness murmured, eyeing Mavlor's pussy.
"Leave her baseline for now," Turonuman said. "Finish her up."
"N-No, don't, don't, I-" Mavlor whimpered through his confused lust and pleasure and fear. The dragoness leaned forward and kissed one of his nipples. Her tongue swirled and flicked, then she pulled back and as she drew back, she kept her teeth on his nipple. Mavlor clenched his teeth to keep from crying out in pleasure as a soft, full tit grew with her tugging. She released him and, before his lopsided look could sear into his brain, she leaned in and then took hold of his other nipple. Another quick tug and Mavlor was left trembling and glittering with sweat, his thighs spread, his cunt dropping, his tits heaving.
She hadn't given him huge tits - modest, by all measurements. But they were impossible to ignore. Mavlor gasped, shaking his head as the dragonness rubbed her chin. "His features were feminine enough, but I think I can tweak them." She grabbed onto his chin with her fingers, then sloshed up and out of the pool. The curves and sleekness of her body mashed against Mavlor's. Her scales rasped against his newly sensitive skin, his achingly hard nipples. The touch drove a blazing fire between Mavlor's thighs and he moaned softly into her mouth as the dragoness leaned in and kissed and kissed and
kissed
him. Her tongue reached deep into his throat and her hands caressed his hair. Mavlor felt the locks of his hair growing out, spreading, coursing through her fingers like water. He felt an ache in his jaw, a tingling as his teeth shifted ever so slightly.
Then...
She drew back, panting softly. "Mmm, I am an artist."
"Quite so, quite so!" Turonuman said, his voice rich and amused. He grabbed onto the chair and swung Mavlor around - to show that the walls of the room had a mirror mounted on it, so that even if he had wanted to look up and away from his changed body, there was no way that he could. In the long mirror, Mavlor looked out - and a beautiful elfin woman looked back out. Her skin was milk pale and her breasts were modest handfulls, just waiting to be cupped and squeezed and tugged on. His ears were poking from a tumble of raven black hair framing a sleek, heart shaped face, with kissable lips - not pouty, but thicker than he had before. Even his belly muscles were subtly different, adding to his feminine sleekness. His hairless cunt had a bright bead of a clit waiting to be kissed and sucked. He whimpered, shaking his head.
"Oh Wyrm!" he moaned.
"Don't worry," Turonuman said, caressing his hair gently. "We'll handle the mind next."
Mavlor closed his eyes. He tried to cling to outrage and to fear. It was there, yes. But...muted. His body felt so
sensitive
and tingling. The change had come with more than just feminizations - he felt a dozen tiny aches and pains he had had before washed away. In the mirror, his skinny little belly and visible ribs had been brushed away with a lick and nuzzle and a kiss. The pockmark scars from the time where he had been caught in some acidic downpour on a particularly bad stormday? All gone. He felt like he was a few years younger and five income brackets healthier.
And he was a
woman
.
