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Species Dragon (Other)
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A free dildo arrives in the mail. The package of this dildo has no return label.
A buff emerald dragon wearing a tank top and sweatpants locks the door of his home then walks to his mailbox, pulling out of the mailbox a rectangular package. One eyebrow raised, he rattles the package in his hands, but any sound the object inside is supposed to make is probably prohibited by a protective styrofoam layer.
Jor can’t recall ordering anything. He’s very sure this is spam mail. But there’s no label, so he won’t know unless he opens the package.
Jor shuts the door, tiptoeing excitedly into his room. The package he is carrying is warming up. Morphine rushes through his skull. What could possibly be warming up from his touch? Not an electronic, surely.
Hastily locking his door, Jor sweeps aside several still-lubricated dildos of various species and sizes off his bed, placing the package on a wet splotch of his bedsheets. Smoothing his hands together, the dragon grins like a connoisseur at the front of a multicultural potluck line. He then shreds away the package’s clear tape using his predatory dragon talons.
Disassembling the package, Jor discovers layers of styrofoam, as expected. After digging away at the blocks of white, like an arctic archaeologist, Jor unearths a fucking mammoth. Not a literal mammoth, but a 9”-long black jelly dildo. If this bad boy didn’t walk the earth in times of dinosaurs …
Holy fuck. I don’t remember ordering you. I hope my credit card wasn’t charged. I don’t think I ordered you, but I haven’t even finished shoving the last batch of toys up my bunghole.
Jor’s less furious about having his Visa potentially charged, more furiously aroused. In fact, he truly is “hot-headed.” Philosophizing how smooth and warmth-absorbant a jelly dildo adds desire-heat to the morphine-heat already pumping through his dragon-horned head. Which isn’t, by the way, his only hot and horny head; his glans is as hot as a candle with blood, dribbling pre over the gooey white mess that still covers his shaft from the last time he hit his “melting point,” about five minutes ago.
The buff dragon snorts fires from his nostrils. Fireballs burn lustfully in the core of his belly. He applies lubricant from a tube of lube to the black 9” jelly dildo, but the cocoa scent of the lubricant quickly fades. The scent of the dildo itself, though, only intensifies: black licorice clashing with complex berry olfactory tones.
It’s almost as if … his new dildo conquered and converted the cocoa scent into its own. What’s even weirder, the dildo has started to pulsate, even appears to have grown half an inch. Is Jor losing his noggin? Dildos don’t do that, do they? His paw is still sweaty and trembling from masturbating so much, he concludes; that’s what’s giving the dildo that quiver of movement, that warmth.
Jor pulls his tank top over his head, revealing toned traps, big pecs and glossy abs of underbelly plates gold. Stripping his muscle-strapped legs of pants, he slings off the black latex undies that concealed a bulge correspondent to a large endowment. Barbs crown the slender tip of his 11” cock, a draconic pink tendril carrying two golden orbs the size of ripe oranges.
Setting the base of the jelly dildo on the polished cherrywood floor, Jor squats over its shiny black dickhead, easing his gaping tailhole down with a giddy quivering to the base of his tail. He then moans softly, feeling the sleek jelly glans miraculously spread his gape. He bounces a couple of inches over the tip, teasing his own cock awake to the bristling tingles of the dildo’s synthetic barbs. As the dragon bobs and slides his spreading pucker a third of the way down the dildo, the stimulatory barbs jolt his cock into military poise.
His gasps accelerate. Jor suddenly wonders if maybe he should turn his heater down, but his lust brushes away the thought. Lewd slurps leave his pucker as he pumps his ass halfway down the jelly dildo, moaning. It swells again and pulsates harder than when he lubricated it. The innately erect dildo swells as if it were originally flaccid, inflating from 9.5” long to 11”, as though it’s thriving off the heat and moisture of the dragon’s ass. The dragon beats his wings with wild fluctuations, just as he beats his cock with his paw, loving the stretch of his tailhole to the swelling of his toy.
With heavier and faster pumps, the squatting dragon rides the enlarging dildo with his slurping pucker, his thighs jouncing as he stands up to the rhythm, his dimples doing butterfly strokes with every growl of elation. Jor doesn’t even notice his shift of gravity, or the tripling of warmth behind him, or the slender black hands which now grip his shoulders like bicycle handles. Not until now, when he feels someone breathing just as heavily on his neck. Jor turns his head.
A black creature, a shiny black reptile, is riding his ass. The reptile lacks ears, and has very faintly sculpted eyes of jelly black. There’s a sliver of a panting mouth. There’s also nostrils flaring, scenting the sweet musk of the dragon he’s decided to take.
The dragon huffs then groans, “Who are you? How did you? Huoooahh … hurrrff …”
The black jelly quietly moans behind his owner. The buff dragon, after all, is the owner of the black jelly, who shapeshifted into this lanky reptilian shape from his previous dildo shape. Removing one of his hands from his owner’s shoulder, the jelly reptile squeezes the base of the dragon’s sleek pink spire, pumping the shaft with slow, firm squeezes. Jor’s running his paw over the shaft higher up, but the jelly reptile’s handjob feels so fantastic, he lets go, letting the jelly reptile stroke him off in a rigorous solo that brings his throbbing, pre-dripping tool to the brink of an orgasm.
Bursts of dragonbreath leave Jor’s jaws, complementing a huff and a shudder of the dragon’s body. He bows his head, enslaved to the rhythm, his ears flopping to gruff, brusque snarls and nose fire-flashes. As the black jelly reptile pogos his hand over Jor’s stone-solid shaft, Jor feels the jelly palm coat his member with clear lube, which smells of black licorice and blackberries. A corner of Jor’s lust-addled mind recalls the scent but not the context.
Being stroked off, having his toned glutes fucked and wobbled, Jor feels like an onion losing layers of composure, sniffling from how amazing the ass-pounding is. Every buck of the reptile’s groin against his tush spreads pleasure and soreness through his ass down to his jiggling thighs. Circlets of force burst in wavelets out of the center of the surface of the dragon’s toned belly as he bends slightly forward to the rough plowing, releasing sounds no dragon who considers himself a dom ever should. But gods, the reptile’s synthetic black and its silky lubricant feel so good in his ass, Jor can’t help it. The jelly reptile’s cock, Jor can feel swelling yet again, absorbing the warmth inside of his tailhole and converting it to mass. What began as 9.5” long and began reaming into Jor at 11” long pulsates with growth until it’s 12” long, and every thrust of the reptile feels more and more like a Minivan rear-ending his butthole.
Cum for me, the reptile says softly into the dragon’s ear. You know you love me fucking you. All you have to do is shoot your spunk, Jor. You won’t be my owner anymore. I’ll be your owner.
“No, no, oh no, god.”
Jor shakes his head with difficulty. Not only does he feel the guilt of being submissive; he senses an actual danger impending, a danger as fierce as the swirling lust-fires of his belly. This fear of danger, though, only drives his heart rate up and fuels the burn of his chest and loins. Jor tries to jerk away, to pull his pucker off of the reptile’s inflating cock, lest he reach his climax as a sub. With a flicker of his slimy black tongue across Jor’s cheek, the jelly reptile digs his fingers into the dragon’s plated belly, pulling the dragon back against his groin with confidence.
Cum for me.
Make me your owner.
The reptile rubs the tip of the dragon’s spire with a dice-rolling motion of his hand, smirking as he tips the dragon over the edge. Dragon-fire roars up from Jor’s belly into his swelling chest, lifting him off of his feet. A roar of ecstasy rumbles the room. Dragonseed pistons up out of his deflating orbs through his trembling spire. The length of the cock swells with cum, spearing a sensation of hot chills through Jor’s lungs. He whimpers, bleats out, waiting for his orgasm to be set free from his cock-slit.
“Come on! P-pl-please!”
Instead—instead of his ejaculation shooting out of his cock, his bloated cock deflates as the bulges of cum shoot back into his balls, wobbling the bloated spheres, and then the cum shoots out of his balls again, not frontward, but backwards into his loins. As Jor’s nuts deflate, his need to orgasm simply evaporates.
A weak braying. Whimpering.
Technically, he has cummed for the reptile, without receiving any of the pleasure of an orgasm. Where did his orgasm go? What of his cum?
Behind him the reptile experiences the opposite. A powerful groaning. Humming. As he thrusts his swollen cock deep into the dragon, he feels both the pressure of the dragon’s orgasm and the dragon’s cum rush into his cock. His thirsty cock-slit drinks up the seed and the climax, and as the dragon’s balls deflate and shrivel up, his own jelly black balls only expand, spreading from the size of lemons to the size of ripe oranges. The reptile gasps and growls as his nuts further their expansion, growing to the size of grapefruits. Burbling and gurgling, the bloated nut sac is translucent enough for the milky white dragon milkshakes to be seen sloshing inside of each of the orbs.
The ribcage of the dragon is left chilly, his toned frame shivering as arousal burns inside of the reptile’s chest and nethers. Having hijacked both the dragon’s cum and orgasm, the jelly reptile feels greed fill his body from his first addicting taste of the mythical beast. Before he has his doubled orgasm and blows his load into the dragon, he wants to steal even more from the dragon.
As he sucks up the last of the dragon’s release, the jelly reptile grinds quicker into the scaly’s quivering glutes, seeking to sap away the dragon’s physical strength as the cherry-on-top for his sweet, creamy orbs. A submissive mewling sound peters out of Jor as the reptile penetrates him oh so lovably. His spire twitches with need but still refuses to give him release. The dragon bends into a right angle as the reptile pumps his hands over the dragon’s plated gut in his thrusts, and the black hands slowly throb and pulse and grow, along with the dom’s shiny black muscles.
So much strength … deserting the dragon, flooding the reptile. Morphine gushes through his skull, and every groan comes deeper and bassier as he grows taller inch by inch. The dragon breaks further into submissive posture, sliding his slurping vent faster and down the reptile’s cock, which angles more downward to his gradual growth. Every ounce of muscle seeping out of Jor’s deflating form serves to slightly blimp up the reptile with heft.
Jor is now blatantly indulging in and furthering his powerlessness and inferiority, controlled by the heat of the moment. The fact that the reptile is becoming buffer than him, on top of owning all of his sexual tension and spunk, is a fact that gnaws warmly and pleasurably at the dragon’s conscience.
Jor shrinks. The reptile grows, first a couple inches taller, then a head taller. The reptile’s growth has lifted the dragon off his feet, the reptile now holding Jor against his waist as he plows the smaller scaly’s ass, quaking the dragon’s buttcheeks with his superior tool. Little gasps and submissive bleats leave the dragon as his cock capers, struggling to release the meager amount of dragonseed that still sloshes inside of his balls. In spite of his erection, in spite of his need, the invisible plug on his cock prevents him from cumming.
I on the other hand am gonna cum so much into you, the buff reptile says into Jor’s ear with a tone meant to both tease and bite. You may not have felt your release, but you sure cummed for me, and good god, did that feel great. With your muscle and seed, I’m your owner now, Jor, so get used to your role as my ‘toy.’ I’m about to give you your first taste of how much cum a real dom can shoot.
Briefly surfacing Jor’s consciousness is the question, Did he know what I was thinking? It’s swept from his mind as the reptile plows his ass with more than half of his slimy endowment. He makes a noise that only a crippled dragon should make, as his belly bulges in punchy bursts to the thrusts of the jelly reptile’s cock through fleshy insides, his gut churning with a sickly pleasure as the reptile’s bloated nut sac does the same, not because the reptile is being dommed, but because he’s about to cum.
The reptile gasps. Here it comes, Jor. Say goodbye to the last drop of dominance in you!
Slimy black tail lashing through the air happily, the buff jelly reptile releases double the output of cum that the fertile dragon was ever capable of producing. As the reptile unloads his deflating ball sac, the dragon’s stomach swells and burgles with an influx of rich cream, the reptile’s shaft slapping with lewd squelches in and out of the dragon’s sorry-looking gape. Jor can’t help but moan like a bitch to the heavy, roiling jets of his owner’s cum. He can’t help but rub his scaly paws over his inflating belly, so amazed and infatuated by its prodigious expansion. Cradling his head against the squishy neck of the reptile, Jor pants as silently as he can, his lips pulling over his fangs to tremulous squeezes of his eyelids. The jelly reptile murrs, his paws rocking the dragon’s hips as he rides into him, casually ejecting pints of spunk into the dragon’s gut until his ejaculation diminishes.
As the afterglow sets into both the reptile and his dragon ‘toy,’ and after the jelly reptile finishes … finishing, the reptile holds Jor against his pecs inflated with muscle. His bassy exhales, his black licorice musk … they transform Jor into a debaucherous mess of squirming, pent-up scales.
Jor. The reptile bites softly the dragon’s ear.
Jor feels his stiff cock tingle to the sound of his name. Flustered, he gulps, then answers: “Owner.”
That’s a good boy, accepting your role. You are my toy.
“What else would I be? What would I want to be? Such a good owner …”
The buff jelly reptile smiles. His sweet seed has had a somewhat hypnotic effect on his soon-to-be prey, making the dragon complacent, agreeable. You want to give me more, the reptile breathes next to his cheek, the dragon’s eye on those smirking jelly lips. You want to feed your owner.
“It is the greatest of honors, to feed you …”
Your purpose as his toy is to push his buttons until he explodes, the reptile says, almost growling into the ear of his ‘toy.’ Feeding your owner until he is full, and he is never full, oh no. He clicks his tongue. First, you’re going to digest my protein rich cum, little dragon. I need you to put some meat on your bones for me.
The lust-hypnotized dragon nods feebly, a bit of spittle leaving the corner of his lip. Chuckling, the reptile wipes that away with his finger, one paw groping the dragon’s bloated, gold-plated paunch. The stomach full of seed has already begun deflating, digesting the cum protein shake, lurching with grinding, grumbling growls and glorps. Size that Jor earlier relinquished to the reptile gradually returns to his body, pressing his toes and then feet to the floor. Muscles balloon and quiver over his pecs, abs, biceps, and triceps. The protein-rich seed of the reptile next begins to broaden his tail, the sinew of the tail snapping and retying, groaning to the growth of the appendage. Jor not only regains his previous size and bulk; he outgrows them both. Slowly lifting his head as the dragon outgrows him, the jelly reptile sniggers, pleased by the effects of his protein shake.
Two heads higher than the reptile the dragon rises, his horned skull rising higher than one of the bookshelves of the room. Cords of muscle flash and stutter over beefy, scaly arms and legs. Beastly striations shudder and jolt over the back of honed thighs, shoulder blades, torso muscles. The higher you glance up the dragon’s chest, the broader it is, as if you’re looking at a great pyramid of scales balancing on one of its points.
Stretching his titanic arms, Jor sighs, a cacophony of bass accompanying his handsomely deepened voice. Strength drives along every highway of his body, supplying every muscle, fingertip, toe, bone. His spire of pink throbs even harder than before. Both of his cum pouches have been replenished, enlarged to the size of cantaloupe. Yet, his aching shaft still cannot release.
His owner reaches up and brushes his muscular shoulder with, swirling his slimy finger over it. Jor hears these words: Silly toy. Toys don’t have the ability to cum, just owners. After I swallow you down and churn you away, I’m going to grow even bigger than you are now. My release will be larger than yours could ever be.
Jor feels the flesh on his throat apple suck in tersely. What does he mean by “swallow you”? Did the reptile mean to say he’d swallow the dragon’s cock? No, that wouldn’t make sense, being that he was the dom, Jor the submissive one. Surely, though, he did not mean “swallow you” literally?
A wet tug on the dragon’s tail pins him down to his knee and hands. The sensations of intensely warm breath and ravenous jelly creep over the tip of his tail. With widening eyes, Jor turns his head to find the jelly reptile literally devouring his tail. Astonishment blasts his facial features. The reptile doesn’t quit. He grabs the dragon’s feet, stuffing them into his flexible and translucent gullet, making the count of engulfed appenages three total.
“What’s happening? Owner—yelp!”
The dragon drags his claws over the cherrywood as he’s dragged into the expanding throat of the toy-turned-reptile. Then, he remembers, his only purpose is to serve his owner, and he releases his grip, embracing his voracious end. His plugged cock throbs as he glances back at the slobbering, murring reptile. Jor can see his own shins and thighs descending down the see-through licorice gullet, a few bubbles roiling inside of the blubbery, contorting esophagus. The sensation compares with having a toy slowly slid into your pucker, would that Jor were the toy.
I am the toy. He grows flushed again. I am nothing but a toy.
Waistline, now. To every wet squelch of the buff reptile suckling down his even buffer body, the dragon endures a horrid teasing of that slimy tongue sliding its tip over his incapable shaft, lapping copiously over his swollen draconic pouches of cum.
“Please, owner! Ugh-ugh-ugh god!”
Sniggering, the reptile suckles over the nuts of the dragon a couple of times. He then crawls forward, stretching his exercise-ball-wide maw over Jor’s midsection before extending his jowls over his prey’s muscular pecs, suckling over the rich and salty chest scales. Lying on his belly is making breathing difficult for the reptile, so with a grunt, he rolls onto his flank and then back. Then he reaches forward to clasp the shuddering shoulders of the dragon, cramping more of the dragon’s upper body into his aching jaws. His belly jerks from side to side above him, hundreds of pounds of dragon kneading into his predatory core. The surface of the reptile’s thinning belly loses some of its tint, revealing the foggy form of the dragon curled up within his straining gut.
Impressive jelly jaws work no differently than a flesh-and-blood predators. They fold the arms of the dragon over his skull. Though the gulps of the reptile lose a lick of speed, he swallows with more effort than ever, his almost invisible indents-for-eyes slitting shut, eyelids twitching from the incredible sensations of pushing, shoving and jerking on his throat and stomach lining. His toothless jaws dribble licorice black drool over the neck of the dragon, and his insides protest with noisy, bubbly glorps. Almost …
Tilting his head back, Jor stares straight up to watch the humid jaws of the hungry reptile yawn over the peak of his snout. The upper jaw of the reptile crosses the threshold of Jor’s scaly lips, sewing the two together. Dark, vinyl fragrances mixed with distinct blackberry smells fill the scaletight atmosphere. The close clutch of the roof flush on Jor’s nostrils forces him to breath quicker, his arousal to bounce inescapably through his body, making him struggle and wriggle for the reptile’s digestive tract. Despite Jor’s racing adrenaline, the maw of the predator leisurely slides down to the base of his snout. A smirk of gooey, rubbery black crosses the lips of the pred, who pauses, before humming and then pressing forward, as if engaging in a passionate kiss.
The reptile’s nose lifts up. His lips slurp up the tips of Jor’s horns. The pred licks his lips then lets out a sigh, basking in the euphoria of the internal massage, whose massager can be seen faintly via his translucent G.I. tract, as if there’s an X-ray unveiling his dragon prey beyond murky fogs of licorice-black gel.
Once done savoring the squirms and aroused breaths of the dragon in his jowls, the reptile sucks his gullet in on the dragon, tensing it up before giving one final gulp. Emerald scales slither down the predator’s gullet in short contractions until it has entirely deflated. A drawn-out sigh precedes a groan, following the expansion of the jelly reptile’s already humongous tummy. Light waves over the ballooning sphere. Jor, spiraling into a compressed shape, completely encompasses the space of the tummy.
Unlike the belly of a flesh-and-blood pred, the gushy jelly gut gives him no wiggle room whatsoever; it sticks seamlessly to his scales, wobbling to the slightest of the dragon’s movement. You can see bubbles rolling up through the translucency of the predator, as if he were semiliquid. Yet, in light of the tightness of the gut walls, Jor is fully capable of breathing easily fresh oxygen. The stomach walls of his owner eagerly supply it, a luxury of course only reserved for him, his willing, well-behaved meal …
Even the jelly enzymes that begin to break down the dragon’s scales prove harmless. They merely tickle. Sensing no hostility, the dragon wiggles in delight. His owner croons, glad that his toy is happy.
Even though the jelly reptile is basically stealing the dragon’s identity. He laughs softly, speaks kindly to his gullible toy, You’ve been very mannered for me, Jor. I’m going to digest you with 5-star comfort. You’ll enjoy every last moment as you become part of me.
Part of you? For a moment, the lust-hypnotized dragon snaps into to his senses.
Your fire, your fangs, your wings, all of you will become me. You’ll see soon enough. A chuckle reverberates the reptile’s jelly depths.
Part of the dragon is still trying to wrestle out of his stupor. You’re having your identity taken from you! Wake up! The reptile-slash-dildo will probably transform into a dragon, just as he probably transformed into a reptile when he absorbed his last so-called ‘well-mannered’ toy.
Part of the dragon wants to believe that he’s more than another mere meal. Could the two of them be merging together, synthesizing their personalities, fusing their bodies? Is the jelly being already a blend of his unique self and the reptile he previously absorbed if, indeed, he stole the identity of a reptile previously?
Shhhhhhhhh. The reptile smiles. No need to romanticize what could happen to you or worry about what else could happen, silly toy. Toys don’t fuse with their owners, nor do they need to feel inclined to preserve themselves, to reserve themselves for themselves. He chuckles, a laugh cozy, like fire sparking in a hearth. Toys are made to pleasure their owners. When their owner is happy the toy’s purpose is fulfilled. But you know this already, Jor.
A force on Jor’s mind gravitates him back into complacency. He smiles thinly.
I remember now.
Good … There’s a couple of quiet moments, then a jiggly gurgle of the reptile’s abdomen. The jelly reptile pats the occupied gut before letting a rumbly, low-frequency belch split open his lips, the reptile grinding his tongue over the roof of his mouth, delighting in the dragon’s savory flavor. Now be a good toy and gurgle away.
Jor nods sheepishly. I love you …
No response.
He nods in and out of consciousness, vaguely feeling the stomach reverberate around him post-belch. Even though he’ll be digested soon, his owner is treating him so well, so well through the metabolic process. His smile widens. The smile only widens more when his owner rises to his feet, hefting his gut up in his paws then letting it drop, bounce, and flounder through the air heavily.
A soft belch blasts a savory dragon waft from the reptile’s mouth. The black, buff jelly reptile chuckles, as he runs his hands over his gut. He won’t have to wait long now for his hearth-warm stomach to deflate and add his meal to his body. After all, the reptile has an innately fast metabolism. How else could he eat so many people who like to play with toys, or steal the forms of so many people as he does, as quickly as he would like?
What feels like minutes pass by. Already, the jelly reptile can see his stomach has deflated a couple of inches, his jelly enzymes softening the form of his dragon meal, but not publically; what was previously a midriff you could peer through like a foggy window is now densely fogged with licorice black, giving the reptile and his swiftly digesting meal some privacy.
Already the reptile can feel the dragon becoming part of him. Small stubs emerge from his bald, nondescript head, budding over the course of a couple of minutes into majestic dragon horns. By and by, stubby spikes protrude from the sides of the reptile’s cheeks, whose dimples thicken. The grin on his face widens, not simply because of his glee but because fearsome dragon fangs grow into his once-toothless mouth, forcing his jaws apart. Rumbling, the reptile clicks his chops together, enjoying the sensations of change so much, he blows—out of nostrils on a muzzle slowly elongating and becoming barbed and indented with imitation dragon scales—twin sparkles of dragon flames. A hum of content rises in his throat, emerging with his normal reptilian voice before morphing into a dragonish rumble. His throat itself gains the top of an oval-shape, a segmented oval that imitates the dragon’s plated underbelly. You can still see the glow of dragon-fires swirling through the smoky black mists of his licorice gut, the gut having almost completely deflated.
A moan of a deeper, deadlier voice. A lewd grumbling, which grows harsher, grows in size. The jelly predator balls his fists (which slowly grow sharp claws on the ends of their fingers-turning into talons). Hitching his butt back slightly, he grunts before pushing out of his rear end extra girth, which cascades fluidly through his tail. The whippy appendage pulsates, broadens, adorns itself with spikes of black upon the tip. Pushing on his muscles then forces out of the areas behind his shoulders wing joints. They sprout into angles, as if boned but boneless, and then they spread wings of jelly black membranes tipped with slimy, shiny wing-claws, flapping experimentally a couple of times. Then the pushing on his muscles forces the muscles to expand, doubling the reptile’s bulk with Jor’s.
Muscle wobbles all over his frame. It expands. It heaves noisily. As a side effect it causes the jelly dragon himself to grow. And grow. And grow. And grow.
The jelly dragon grows until the frontal claws of his outstretching wings scrape against the ceiling. The jelly dragon’s vocals plunge in frequency and grating force yet again. His cock rapidly grows, transforming into the sleek, curvy likeness of Jor’s pink spire, except utterly black and flawless. And the jelly dragon’s balls grow to the size of round watermelons, testicles of a girth the flesh-and-blood dragon could never have dreamt of.
He’s so horny. And his body can barely fit in this puny room, now. The jelly dragon’s power-drunken steps stagger through the room, rumbling it. He pants heavily. He grabs his cock, breaths galloping in throes of lust as he strokes himself off. So much virility and sexual energy beckons him to cum. Now. It takes seconds for his libido to skyrocket. Seconds of thinking about his new, draconic potential. Seconds of thinking about his sexual and physical strength.
Before the jelly dragon can blow, he stuffs the tip of his large cock in his mouth, his dragonhood just long enough for it to reach. Moaning over his dickhead, he feels a twitch of heat. His mouth floods with true dragonseed. Rich milky cream erupts into his throat. He glugs greedily. His mostly deflated belly inflates yet again with cum.
It inflates and inflates. It reaches the size of an exercise ball. The foggy licorice surface of the stomach glows with the milky white substance sloshing and grumbling inside. Panting heavily, the jelly dragon he spits his dick out. The arresting pleasure of pre-growth washes over his gel insides, sending him into a horny daze.
Letting out a sigh, the jelly dragon digests his own cum. He grows even bigger from the meal of seed. His horned head bumps against the roof of the room, while his wingspan encompasses the full width of the room, crumpling within it. Pecs and abs and thighs and traps swell up until they appear to be on the verge of bursting with jelly. Everything is on the verge of bursting. This room will burst, should the jelly dragon grow any bigger.
He is satisfied, drunk with his haze of lust. He chuckles, looking over the puny dildos and the tiny furniture of the room. He collapses against a bookcase, gathering his breath, then he notices the box on the bed.
The mysterious box from which he came.
It is time to move on.
The gigantic jelly dragon picks up the box, stands still. A haze of movement blurs his shape. So fast you can barely understand it, he shapechanges into a gushing current of ebon tar; viscous, bending hydrants of goop flood into the levitating box. Within a blink of an eye, he becomes a black dildo again. But not the dildo he was before. This time he’s a sleek dragon spire, and he’s big enough to fill up the box.
Magically, styrofoam jumps back into the box. Ripped pieces of the box reassemble themselves. The box snaps shut, wrapped with tape and all. The box plops down onto the bed, drops off of the bed, goes bouncing gaily along the floor and then vaults powerfully at the door, bursting a chunk through it. The box skips and rolls through the living room, explodes through a glass window (to the sound of an alarm), goes hopping, hopping, hopping along the lawn, goes hopping down the sidewalk. The box is not seen by anyone, save a startled golden retriever on a leash, yet there are many people outside; yet, it is broad fucking daylight.
The box continues its journey, trouncing, trouncing. Then, it halts in front of a specific house. A dildo owner lives here. The box springs up, knocks open the mailbox, wriggles into the mailbox. How it manages to get the mailbox shut, we may never know.
A free dildo arrives in the mail. The package of this dildo has no return label.
A buff emerald dragon wearing a tank top and sweatpants locks the door of his home then walks to his mailbox, pulling out of the mailbox a rectangular package. One eyebrow raised, he rattles the package in his hands, but any sound the object inside is supposed to make is probably prohibited by a protective styrofoam layer.
Jor can’t recall ordering anything. He’s very sure this is spam mail. But there’s no label, so he won’t know unless he opens the package.
Jor shuts the door, tiptoeing excitedly into his room. The package he is carrying is warming up. Morphine rushes through his skull. What could possibly be warming up from his touch? Not an electronic, surely.
Hastily locking his door, Jor sweeps aside several still-lubricated dildos of various species and sizes off his bed, placing the package on a wet splotch of his bedsheets. Smoothing his hands together, the dragon grins like a connoisseur at the front of a multicultural potluck line. He then shreds away the package’s clear tape using his predatory dragon talons.
Disassembling the package, Jor discovers layers of styrofoam, as expected. After digging away at the blocks of white, like an arctic archaeologist, Jor unearths a fucking mammoth. Not a literal mammoth, but a 9”-long black jelly dildo. If this bad boy didn’t walk the earth in times of dinosaurs …
Holy fuck. I don’t remember ordering you. I hope my credit card wasn’t charged. I don’t think I ordered you, but I haven’t even finished shoving the last batch of toys up my bunghole.
Jor’s less furious about having his Visa potentially charged, more furiously aroused. In fact, he truly is “hot-headed.” Philosophizing how smooth and warmth-absorbant a jelly dildo adds desire-heat to the morphine-heat already pumping through his dragon-horned head. Which isn’t, by the way, his only hot and horny head; his glans is as hot as a candle with blood, dribbling pre over the gooey white mess that still covers his shaft from the last time he hit his “melting point,” about five minutes ago.
The buff dragon snorts fires from his nostrils. Fireballs burn lustfully in the core of his belly. He applies lubricant from a tube of lube to the black 9” jelly dildo, but the cocoa scent of the lubricant quickly fades. The scent of the dildo itself, though, only intensifies: black licorice clashing with complex berry olfactory tones.
It’s almost as if … his new dildo conquered and converted the cocoa scent into its own. What’s even weirder, the dildo has started to pulsate, even appears to have grown half an inch. Is Jor losing his noggin? Dildos don’t do that, do they? His paw is still sweaty and trembling from masturbating so much, he concludes; that’s what’s giving the dildo that quiver of movement, that warmth.
Jor pulls his tank top over his head, revealing toned traps, big pecs and glossy abs of underbelly plates gold. Stripping his muscle-strapped legs of pants, he slings off the black latex undies that concealed a bulge correspondent to a large endowment. Barbs crown the slender tip of his 11” cock, a draconic pink tendril carrying two golden orbs the size of ripe oranges.
Setting the base of the jelly dildo on the polished cherrywood floor, Jor squats over its shiny black dickhead, easing his gaping tailhole down with a giddy quivering to the base of his tail. He then moans softly, feeling the sleek jelly glans miraculously spread his gape. He bounces a couple of inches over the tip, teasing his own cock awake to the bristling tingles of the dildo’s synthetic barbs. As the dragon bobs and slides his spreading pucker a third of the way down the dildo, the stimulatory barbs jolt his cock into military poise.
His gasps accelerate. Jor suddenly wonders if maybe he should turn his heater down, but his lust brushes away the thought. Lewd slurps leave his pucker as he pumps his ass halfway down the jelly dildo, moaning. It swells again and pulsates harder than when he lubricated it. The innately erect dildo swells as if it were originally flaccid, inflating from 9.5” long to 11”, as though it’s thriving off the heat and moisture of the dragon’s ass. The dragon beats his wings with wild fluctuations, just as he beats his cock with his paw, loving the stretch of his tailhole to the swelling of his toy.
With heavier and faster pumps, the squatting dragon rides the enlarging dildo with his slurping pucker, his thighs jouncing as he stands up to the rhythm, his dimples doing butterfly strokes with every growl of elation. Jor doesn’t even notice his shift of gravity, or the tripling of warmth behind him, or the slender black hands which now grip his shoulders like bicycle handles. Not until now, when he feels someone breathing just as heavily on his neck. Jor turns his head.
A black creature, a shiny black reptile, is riding his ass. The reptile lacks ears, and has very faintly sculpted eyes of jelly black. There’s a sliver of a panting mouth. There’s also nostrils flaring, scenting the sweet musk of the dragon he’s decided to take.
The dragon huffs then groans, “Who are you? How did you? Huoooahh … hurrrff …”
The black jelly quietly moans behind his owner. The buff dragon, after all, is the owner of the black jelly, who shapeshifted into this lanky reptilian shape from his previous dildo shape. Removing one of his hands from his owner’s shoulder, the jelly reptile squeezes the base of the dragon’s sleek pink spire, pumping the shaft with slow, firm squeezes. Jor’s running his paw over the shaft higher up, but the jelly reptile’s handjob feels so fantastic, he lets go, letting the jelly reptile stroke him off in a rigorous solo that brings his throbbing, pre-dripping tool to the brink of an orgasm.
Bursts of dragonbreath leave Jor’s jaws, complementing a huff and a shudder of the dragon’s body. He bows his head, enslaved to the rhythm, his ears flopping to gruff, brusque snarls and nose fire-flashes. As the black jelly reptile pogos his hand over Jor’s stone-solid shaft, Jor feels the jelly palm coat his member with clear lube, which smells of black licorice and blackberries. A corner of Jor’s lust-addled mind recalls the scent but not the context.
Being stroked off, having his toned glutes fucked and wobbled, Jor feels like an onion losing layers of composure, sniffling from how amazing the ass-pounding is. Every buck of the reptile’s groin against his tush spreads pleasure and soreness through his ass down to his jiggling thighs. Circlets of force burst in wavelets out of the center of the surface of the dragon’s toned belly as he bends slightly forward to the rough plowing, releasing sounds no dragon who considers himself a dom ever should. But gods, the reptile’s synthetic black and its silky lubricant feel so good in his ass, Jor can’t help it. The jelly reptile’s cock, Jor can feel swelling yet again, absorbing the warmth inside of his tailhole and converting it to mass. What began as 9.5” long and began reaming into Jor at 11” long pulsates with growth until it’s 12” long, and every thrust of the reptile feels more and more like a Minivan rear-ending his butthole.
Cum for me, the reptile says softly into the dragon’s ear. You know you love me fucking you. All you have to do is shoot your spunk, Jor. You won’t be my owner anymore. I’ll be your owner.
“No, no, oh no, god.”
Jor shakes his head with difficulty. Not only does he feel the guilt of being submissive; he senses an actual danger impending, a danger as fierce as the swirling lust-fires of his belly. This fear of danger, though, only drives his heart rate up and fuels the burn of his chest and loins. Jor tries to jerk away, to pull his pucker off of the reptile’s inflating cock, lest he reach his climax as a sub. With a flicker of his slimy black tongue across Jor’s cheek, the jelly reptile digs his fingers into the dragon’s plated belly, pulling the dragon back against his groin with confidence.
Cum for me.
Make me your owner.
The reptile rubs the tip of the dragon’s spire with a dice-rolling motion of his hand, smirking as he tips the dragon over the edge. Dragon-fire roars up from Jor’s belly into his swelling chest, lifting him off of his feet. A roar of ecstasy rumbles the room. Dragonseed pistons up out of his deflating orbs through his trembling spire. The length of the cock swells with cum, spearing a sensation of hot chills through Jor’s lungs. He whimpers, bleats out, waiting for his orgasm to be set free from his cock-slit.
“Come on! P-pl-please!”
Instead—instead of his ejaculation shooting out of his cock, his bloated cock deflates as the bulges of cum shoot back into his balls, wobbling the bloated spheres, and then the cum shoots out of his balls again, not frontward, but backwards into his loins. As Jor’s nuts deflate, his need to orgasm simply evaporates.
A weak braying. Whimpering.
Technically, he has cummed for the reptile, without receiving any of the pleasure of an orgasm. Where did his orgasm go? What of his cum?
Behind him the reptile experiences the opposite. A powerful groaning. Humming. As he thrusts his swollen cock deep into the dragon, he feels both the pressure of the dragon’s orgasm and the dragon’s cum rush into his cock. His thirsty cock-slit drinks up the seed and the climax, and as the dragon’s balls deflate and shrivel up, his own jelly black balls only expand, spreading from the size of lemons to the size of ripe oranges. The reptile gasps and growls as his nuts further their expansion, growing to the size of grapefruits. Burbling and gurgling, the bloated nut sac is translucent enough for the milky white dragon milkshakes to be seen sloshing inside of each of the orbs.
The ribcage of the dragon is left chilly, his toned frame shivering as arousal burns inside of the reptile’s chest and nethers. Having hijacked both the dragon’s cum and orgasm, the jelly reptile feels greed fill his body from his first addicting taste of the mythical beast. Before he has his doubled orgasm and blows his load into the dragon, he wants to steal even more from the dragon.
As he sucks up the last of the dragon’s release, the jelly reptile grinds quicker into the scaly’s quivering glutes, seeking to sap away the dragon’s physical strength as the cherry-on-top for his sweet, creamy orbs. A submissive mewling sound peters out of Jor as the reptile penetrates him oh so lovably. His spire twitches with need but still refuses to give him release. The dragon bends into a right angle as the reptile pumps his hands over the dragon’s plated gut in his thrusts, and the black hands slowly throb and pulse and grow, along with the dom’s shiny black muscles.
So much strength … deserting the dragon, flooding the reptile. Morphine gushes through his skull, and every groan comes deeper and bassier as he grows taller inch by inch. The dragon breaks further into submissive posture, sliding his slurping vent faster and down the reptile’s cock, which angles more downward to his gradual growth. Every ounce of muscle seeping out of Jor’s deflating form serves to slightly blimp up the reptile with heft.
Jor is now blatantly indulging in and furthering his powerlessness and inferiority, controlled by the heat of the moment. The fact that the reptile is becoming buffer than him, on top of owning all of his sexual tension and spunk, is a fact that gnaws warmly and pleasurably at the dragon’s conscience.
Jor shrinks. The reptile grows, first a couple inches taller, then a head taller. The reptile’s growth has lifted the dragon off his feet, the reptile now holding Jor against his waist as he plows the smaller scaly’s ass, quaking the dragon’s buttcheeks with his superior tool. Little gasps and submissive bleats leave the dragon as his cock capers, struggling to release the meager amount of dragonseed that still sloshes inside of his balls. In spite of his erection, in spite of his need, the invisible plug on his cock prevents him from cumming.
I on the other hand am gonna cum so much into you, the buff reptile says into Jor’s ear with a tone meant to both tease and bite. You may not have felt your release, but you sure cummed for me, and good god, did that feel great. With your muscle and seed, I’m your owner now, Jor, so get used to your role as my ‘toy.’ I’m about to give you your first taste of how much cum a real dom can shoot.
Briefly surfacing Jor’s consciousness is the question, Did he know what I was thinking? It’s swept from his mind as the reptile plows his ass with more than half of his slimy endowment. He makes a noise that only a crippled dragon should make, as his belly bulges in punchy bursts to the thrusts of the jelly reptile’s cock through fleshy insides, his gut churning with a sickly pleasure as the reptile’s bloated nut sac does the same, not because the reptile is being dommed, but because he’s about to cum.
The reptile gasps. Here it comes, Jor. Say goodbye to the last drop of dominance in you!
Slimy black tail lashing through the air happily, the buff jelly reptile releases double the output of cum that the fertile dragon was ever capable of producing. As the reptile unloads his deflating ball sac, the dragon’s stomach swells and burgles with an influx of rich cream, the reptile’s shaft slapping with lewd squelches in and out of the dragon’s sorry-looking gape. Jor can’t help but moan like a bitch to the heavy, roiling jets of his owner’s cum. He can’t help but rub his scaly paws over his inflating belly, so amazed and infatuated by its prodigious expansion. Cradling his head against the squishy neck of the reptile, Jor pants as silently as he can, his lips pulling over his fangs to tremulous squeezes of his eyelids. The jelly reptile murrs, his paws rocking the dragon’s hips as he rides into him, casually ejecting pints of spunk into the dragon’s gut until his ejaculation diminishes.
As the afterglow sets into both the reptile and his dragon ‘toy,’ and after the jelly reptile finishes … finishing, the reptile holds Jor against his pecs inflated with muscle. His bassy exhales, his black licorice musk … they transform Jor into a debaucherous mess of squirming, pent-up scales.
Jor. The reptile bites softly the dragon’s ear.
Jor feels his stiff cock tingle to the sound of his name. Flustered, he gulps, then answers: “Owner.”
That’s a good boy, accepting your role. You are my toy.
“What else would I be? What would I want to be? Such a good owner …”
The buff jelly reptile smiles. His sweet seed has had a somewhat hypnotic effect on his soon-to-be prey, making the dragon complacent, agreeable. You want to give me more, the reptile breathes next to his cheek, the dragon’s eye on those smirking jelly lips. You want to feed your owner.
“It is the greatest of honors, to feed you …”
Your purpose as his toy is to push his buttons until he explodes, the reptile says, almost growling into the ear of his ‘toy.’ Feeding your owner until he is full, and he is never full, oh no. He clicks his tongue. First, you’re going to digest my protein rich cum, little dragon. I need you to put some meat on your bones for me.
The lust-hypnotized dragon nods feebly, a bit of spittle leaving the corner of his lip. Chuckling, the reptile wipes that away with his finger, one paw groping the dragon’s bloated, gold-plated paunch. The stomach full of seed has already begun deflating, digesting the cum protein shake, lurching with grinding, grumbling growls and glorps. Size that Jor earlier relinquished to the reptile gradually returns to his body, pressing his toes and then feet to the floor. Muscles balloon and quiver over his pecs, abs, biceps, and triceps. The protein-rich seed of the reptile next begins to broaden his tail, the sinew of the tail snapping and retying, groaning to the growth of the appendage. Jor not only regains his previous size and bulk; he outgrows them both. Slowly lifting his head as the dragon outgrows him, the jelly reptile sniggers, pleased by the effects of his protein shake.
Two heads higher than the reptile the dragon rises, his horned skull rising higher than one of the bookshelves of the room. Cords of muscle flash and stutter over beefy, scaly arms and legs. Beastly striations shudder and jolt over the back of honed thighs, shoulder blades, torso muscles. The higher you glance up the dragon’s chest, the broader it is, as if you’re looking at a great pyramid of scales balancing on one of its points.
Stretching his titanic arms, Jor sighs, a cacophony of bass accompanying his handsomely deepened voice. Strength drives along every highway of his body, supplying every muscle, fingertip, toe, bone. His spire of pink throbs even harder than before. Both of his cum pouches have been replenished, enlarged to the size of cantaloupe. Yet, his aching shaft still cannot release.
His owner reaches up and brushes his muscular shoulder with, swirling his slimy finger over it. Jor hears these words: Silly toy. Toys don’t have the ability to cum, just owners. After I swallow you down and churn you away, I’m going to grow even bigger than you are now. My release will be larger than yours could ever be.
Jor feels the flesh on his throat apple suck in tersely. What does he mean by “swallow you”? Did the reptile mean to say he’d swallow the dragon’s cock? No, that wouldn’t make sense, being that he was the dom, Jor the submissive one. Surely, though, he did not mean “swallow you” literally?
A wet tug on the dragon’s tail pins him down to his knee and hands. The sensations of intensely warm breath and ravenous jelly creep over the tip of his tail. With widening eyes, Jor turns his head to find the jelly reptile literally devouring his tail. Astonishment blasts his facial features. The reptile doesn’t quit. He grabs the dragon’s feet, stuffing them into his flexible and translucent gullet, making the count of engulfed appenages three total.
“What’s happening? Owner—yelp!”
The dragon drags his claws over the cherrywood as he’s dragged into the expanding throat of the toy-turned-reptile. Then, he remembers, his only purpose is to serve his owner, and he releases his grip, embracing his voracious end. His plugged cock throbs as he glances back at the slobbering, murring reptile. Jor can see his own shins and thighs descending down the see-through licorice gullet, a few bubbles roiling inside of the blubbery, contorting esophagus. The sensation compares with having a toy slowly slid into your pucker, would that Jor were the toy.
I am the toy. He grows flushed again. I am nothing but a toy.
Waistline, now. To every wet squelch of the buff reptile suckling down his even buffer body, the dragon endures a horrid teasing of that slimy tongue sliding its tip over his incapable shaft, lapping copiously over his swollen draconic pouches of cum.
“Please, owner! Ugh-ugh-ugh god!”
Sniggering, the reptile suckles over the nuts of the dragon a couple of times. He then crawls forward, stretching his exercise-ball-wide maw over Jor’s midsection before extending his jowls over his prey’s muscular pecs, suckling over the rich and salty chest scales. Lying on his belly is making breathing difficult for the reptile, so with a grunt, he rolls onto his flank and then back. Then he reaches forward to clasp the shuddering shoulders of the dragon, cramping more of the dragon’s upper body into his aching jaws. His belly jerks from side to side above him, hundreds of pounds of dragon kneading into his predatory core. The surface of the reptile’s thinning belly loses some of its tint, revealing the foggy form of the dragon curled up within his straining gut.
Impressive jelly jaws work no differently than a flesh-and-blood predators. They fold the arms of the dragon over his skull. Though the gulps of the reptile lose a lick of speed, he swallows with more effort than ever, his almost invisible indents-for-eyes slitting shut, eyelids twitching from the incredible sensations of pushing, shoving and jerking on his throat and stomach lining. His toothless jaws dribble licorice black drool over the neck of the dragon, and his insides protest with noisy, bubbly glorps. Almost …
Tilting his head back, Jor stares straight up to watch the humid jaws of the hungry reptile yawn over the peak of his snout. The upper jaw of the reptile crosses the threshold of Jor’s scaly lips, sewing the two together. Dark, vinyl fragrances mixed with distinct blackberry smells fill the scaletight atmosphere. The close clutch of the roof flush on Jor’s nostrils forces him to breath quicker, his arousal to bounce inescapably through his body, making him struggle and wriggle for the reptile’s digestive tract. Despite Jor’s racing adrenaline, the maw of the predator leisurely slides down to the base of his snout. A smirk of gooey, rubbery black crosses the lips of the pred, who pauses, before humming and then pressing forward, as if engaging in a passionate kiss.
The reptile’s nose lifts up. His lips slurp up the tips of Jor’s horns. The pred licks his lips then lets out a sigh, basking in the euphoria of the internal massage, whose massager can be seen faintly via his translucent G.I. tract, as if there’s an X-ray unveiling his dragon prey beyond murky fogs of licorice-black gel.
Once done savoring the squirms and aroused breaths of the dragon in his jowls, the reptile sucks his gullet in on the dragon, tensing it up before giving one final gulp. Emerald scales slither down the predator’s gullet in short contractions until it has entirely deflated. A drawn-out sigh precedes a groan, following the expansion of the jelly reptile’s already humongous tummy. Light waves over the ballooning sphere. Jor, spiraling into a compressed shape, completely encompasses the space of the tummy.
Unlike the belly of a flesh-and-blood pred, the gushy jelly gut gives him no wiggle room whatsoever; it sticks seamlessly to his scales, wobbling to the slightest of the dragon’s movement. You can see bubbles rolling up through the translucency of the predator, as if he were semiliquid. Yet, in light of the tightness of the gut walls, Jor is fully capable of breathing easily fresh oxygen. The stomach walls of his owner eagerly supply it, a luxury of course only reserved for him, his willing, well-behaved meal …
Even the jelly enzymes that begin to break down the dragon’s scales prove harmless. They merely tickle. Sensing no hostility, the dragon wiggles in delight. His owner croons, glad that his toy is happy.
Even though the jelly reptile is basically stealing the dragon’s identity. He laughs softly, speaks kindly to his gullible toy, You’ve been very mannered for me, Jor. I’m going to digest you with 5-star comfort. You’ll enjoy every last moment as you become part of me.
Part of you? For a moment, the lust-hypnotized dragon snaps into to his senses.
Your fire, your fangs, your wings, all of you will become me. You’ll see soon enough. A chuckle reverberates the reptile’s jelly depths.
Part of the dragon is still trying to wrestle out of his stupor. You’re having your identity taken from you! Wake up! The reptile-slash-dildo will probably transform into a dragon, just as he probably transformed into a reptile when he absorbed his last so-called ‘well-mannered’ toy.
Part of the dragon wants to believe that he’s more than another mere meal. Could the two of them be merging together, synthesizing their personalities, fusing their bodies? Is the jelly being already a blend of his unique self and the reptile he previously absorbed if, indeed, he stole the identity of a reptile previously?
Shhhhhhhhh. The reptile smiles. No need to romanticize what could happen to you or worry about what else could happen, silly toy. Toys don’t fuse with their owners, nor do they need to feel inclined to preserve themselves, to reserve themselves for themselves. He chuckles, a laugh cozy, like fire sparking in a hearth. Toys are made to pleasure their owners. When their owner is happy the toy’s purpose is fulfilled. But you know this already, Jor.
A force on Jor’s mind gravitates him back into complacency. He smiles thinly.
I remember now.
Good … There’s a couple of quiet moments, then a jiggly gurgle of the reptile’s abdomen. The jelly reptile pats the occupied gut before letting a rumbly, low-frequency belch split open his lips, the reptile grinding his tongue over the roof of his mouth, delighting in the dragon’s savory flavor. Now be a good toy and gurgle away.
Jor nods sheepishly. I love you …
No response.
He nods in and out of consciousness, vaguely feeling the stomach reverberate around him post-belch. Even though he’ll be digested soon, his owner is treating him so well, so well through the metabolic process. His smile widens. The smile only widens more when his owner rises to his feet, hefting his gut up in his paws then letting it drop, bounce, and flounder through the air heavily.
A soft belch blasts a savory dragon waft from the reptile’s mouth. The black, buff jelly reptile chuckles, as he runs his hands over his gut. He won’t have to wait long now for his hearth-warm stomach to deflate and add his meal to his body. After all, the reptile has an innately fast metabolism. How else could he eat so many people who like to play with toys, or steal the forms of so many people as he does, as quickly as he would like?
What feels like minutes pass by. Already, the jelly reptile can see his stomach has deflated a couple of inches, his jelly enzymes softening the form of his dragon meal, but not publically; what was previously a midriff you could peer through like a foggy window is now densely fogged with licorice black, giving the reptile and his swiftly digesting meal some privacy.
Already the reptile can feel the dragon becoming part of him. Small stubs emerge from his bald, nondescript head, budding over the course of a couple of minutes into majestic dragon horns. By and by, stubby spikes protrude from the sides of the reptile’s cheeks, whose dimples thicken. The grin on his face widens, not simply because of his glee but because fearsome dragon fangs grow into his once-toothless mouth, forcing his jaws apart. Rumbling, the reptile clicks his chops together, enjoying the sensations of change so much, he blows—out of nostrils on a muzzle slowly elongating and becoming barbed and indented with imitation dragon scales—twin sparkles of dragon flames. A hum of content rises in his throat, emerging with his normal reptilian voice before morphing into a dragonish rumble. His throat itself gains the top of an oval-shape, a segmented oval that imitates the dragon’s plated underbelly. You can still see the glow of dragon-fires swirling through the smoky black mists of his licorice gut, the gut having almost completely deflated.
A moan of a deeper, deadlier voice. A lewd grumbling, which grows harsher, grows in size. The jelly predator balls his fists (which slowly grow sharp claws on the ends of their fingers-turning into talons). Hitching his butt back slightly, he grunts before pushing out of his rear end extra girth, which cascades fluidly through his tail. The whippy appendage pulsates, broadens, adorns itself with spikes of black upon the tip. Pushing on his muscles then forces out of the areas behind his shoulders wing joints. They sprout into angles, as if boned but boneless, and then they spread wings of jelly black membranes tipped with slimy, shiny wing-claws, flapping experimentally a couple of times. Then the pushing on his muscles forces the muscles to expand, doubling the reptile’s bulk with Jor’s.
Muscle wobbles all over his frame. It expands. It heaves noisily. As a side effect it causes the jelly dragon himself to grow. And grow. And grow. And grow.
The jelly dragon grows until the frontal claws of his outstretching wings scrape against the ceiling. The jelly dragon’s vocals plunge in frequency and grating force yet again. His cock rapidly grows, transforming into the sleek, curvy likeness of Jor’s pink spire, except utterly black and flawless. And the jelly dragon’s balls grow to the size of round watermelons, testicles of a girth the flesh-and-blood dragon could never have dreamt of.
He’s so horny. And his body can barely fit in this puny room, now. The jelly dragon’s power-drunken steps stagger through the room, rumbling it. He pants heavily. He grabs his cock, breaths galloping in throes of lust as he strokes himself off. So much virility and sexual energy beckons him to cum. Now. It takes seconds for his libido to skyrocket. Seconds of thinking about his new, draconic potential. Seconds of thinking about his sexual and physical strength.
Before the jelly dragon can blow, he stuffs the tip of his large cock in his mouth, his dragonhood just long enough for it to reach. Moaning over his dickhead, he feels a twitch of heat. His mouth floods with true dragonseed. Rich milky cream erupts into his throat. He glugs greedily. His mostly deflated belly inflates yet again with cum.
It inflates and inflates. It reaches the size of an exercise ball. The foggy licorice surface of the stomach glows with the milky white substance sloshing and grumbling inside. Panting heavily, the jelly dragon he spits his dick out. The arresting pleasure of pre-growth washes over his gel insides, sending him into a horny daze.
Letting out a sigh, the jelly dragon digests his own cum. He grows even bigger from the meal of seed. His horned head bumps against the roof of the room, while his wingspan encompasses the full width of the room, crumpling within it. Pecs and abs and thighs and traps swell up until they appear to be on the verge of bursting with jelly. Everything is on the verge of bursting. This room will burst, should the jelly dragon grow any bigger.
He is satisfied, drunk with his haze of lust. He chuckles, looking over the puny dildos and the tiny furniture of the room. He collapses against a bookcase, gathering his breath, then he notices the box on the bed.
The mysterious box from which he came.
It is time to move on.
The gigantic jelly dragon picks up the box, stands still. A haze of movement blurs his shape. So fast you can barely understand it, he shapechanges into a gushing current of ebon tar; viscous, bending hydrants of goop flood into the levitating box. Within a blink of an eye, he becomes a black dildo again. But not the dildo he was before. This time he’s a sleek dragon spire, and he’s big enough to fill up the box.
Magically, styrofoam jumps back into the box. Ripped pieces of the box reassemble themselves. The box snaps shut, wrapped with tape and all. The box plops down onto the bed, drops off of the bed, goes bouncing gaily along the floor and then vaults powerfully at the door, bursting a chunk through it. The box skips and rolls through the living room, explodes through a glass window (to the sound of an alarm), goes hopping, hopping, hopping along the lawn, goes hopping down the sidewalk. The box is not seen by anyone, save a startled golden retriever on a leash, yet there are many people outside; yet, it is broad fucking daylight.
The box continues its journey, trouncing, trouncing. Then, it halts in front of a specific house. A dildo owner lives here. The box springs up, knocks open the mailbox, wriggles into the mailbox. How it manages to get the mailbox shut, we may never know.
A free dildo arrives in the mail. The package of this dildo has no return label.
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