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Jake, for his part, is trying to keep it cool and stay calm during the worst of the hysteria, making sure his eventual change passes safely.\n\nBut man... what's that intoxicating scent his nose is starting to pick up?\n\nOriginal submission is here: TBD\n\n-----\nStory - fa!circutron\nJake - @Blazingpelt\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A massive transformation event has struck the world, throwing the population into panic as people transform into fantastic creatures long-hidden deep in their genes. Jake, for his part, is trying to keep it cool and stay calm during the worst of the hysteria, making sure his eventual change passes safely.

But man... what's that intoxicating scent his nose is starting to pick up?

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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "As far as Jake was aware, nobody in the restaurant could go home right now. The cat had made the choice while carving through his waffle with his fork and knife to keep his phone on the table and keep watch on the news as it was developing. He had already been caught in a near-accident on the way in, that flash nearly making him veer into an oncoming semi before he swerved back on his side of the road. The feline had practically been on autopilot after that, ordering his food and orange juice and sipping it down… maybe getting a bit too much food, having it all laid out in front of him as he read the news. Funny, the near death experience felt like it had primed him to basically accept anything that he was reading at the moment. Oh, people were turning into werewolves? Sure. The government was saying to stay off the roads? Okay. He muttered some of the news he was seeing to his waitress as she kept on coming over with his drink refill and another order of sides, the service in the kitchen obviously moving a bit slower than usual considering that everyone there was a bit busy trying to get a grip on what was happening. He supposed the only reason that he was actually getting food right now was because there was only one other table with a part of five in the building at the moment and the cooks in the kitchen needed something to distract him from the existential terror. Well, that and everyone at Pancake Home was willing to stare God in the face and tell him to go fuck himself. Guess his decision to try out America’s Breakfast-And-Fisticuffs HQ worked out for today.\nSo, the strategy was this. There was no way that he wanted to be driving right now with the amount of chaos that was going to be out on the roads. Jake was pretty certain with his luck that he was going to become something that was incapable of holding a steering wheel soon. Whatever the feline ended up as, he was pretty certain that there were other people who would have it worse and still insist on trying to get home. No amount of safety warnings could beat the kind of panic that he was seeing online… and the fact that he occasionally saw someone gunning over ninety in suburban streets outside the small little strip mall area he was in said that plenty of people were already losing their shit in real life and not just performatively melting down for their followers. So, Jake was going to take things slowly and finish his meal, considering that he was not really thinking of heading out once he got home. Once he was done eating, he was going to get in his car and wait out whatever it was the world was going to put him through. Heading home could wait until he was finished turning into a harpy or something. As far as he was concerned, his mind numbed enough that he could come up with a solid plan unadulterated by panic, this might have been the very end of the world considering the horror stories that were starting to crop up whenever he looked at his feed. End of the world, birth of a new one. Damn, the cat was really shook up by that car accident, huh?\nJake took another bite of the waffle beneath him and the doughiness of the waffles mixed with the sweetness and richness of the butter and syrup topping it stuck with him. It was enough to shake him out of the numbness, put him in the moment instead of being stuck on the horrors that were waiting for him when he looked down at the screen and saw what was happening to the world. Jake shoveled another fork of that waffle into his mouth, went for a slice of one of the sausages after chewing that buttery and doughy treat down, hesitated for a moment after bringing the rounded section of meat only a few inches from his mouth… breathed and gave a pleased little shudder, closing his blue eyes and letting himself luxuriate in the scent coming off of it. M-mmmmh… That was new. It had all smelled so good when each plate had been laid out to him before, sure, but now, as he was holding it up close to his face, he could smell the way that all the layers sort of divided further beyond just the mingling pleasant mixture that they had been before. It was more than the sausage, it was the processed tang coming off of the ketchup, the crisp fried aroma of the hash browns mingled in with it, the differentiated greasiness of the bacon, the sweetness of the syrup on top of the pancakes mixed with the telltale scent of that melting butter… It smelled like the dream of a starving man who had been told to try and imagine breakfast instead of being fed it. Taking his time, taking things slow, enjoying what might have been the last early morning spread he ever had before the world went to total hell, that was an important action, even if it was a small thing to do. The amazing thing was that none of this was top-tier food, Pancake Home was well-known for just being good greasy spoon diner fare, and yet he felt like he was having a ten-out-of-ten experience. He could not see the way that his nose was starting to meld back into his muzzle as he took another soft whiff in, tilting his head up a bit in order to catch the aroma that was floating off of his meal. The nostrils were starting to draw away from each other as the little pink pad on the front of his muzzle began to settle into the rest of the flesh around it, losing its distinct coloration as it melded in beneath his fur and rolled out along with the front of his face. Those growing slits were going rogue as they broke away from the rest of his nose, began to draw downwards and groove into the contours of his upper muzzle while thinning out, looking far less feline to anyone who was paying attention to him. The more that they changed, the more that they began to reveal the gentle scent of wafting cooking meats coming from the kitchen that layered over everything, the subtle antiseptic scent of table cleaner that he pulled his head away from and gave out a soft, displeased rasp at. Something in his throat quivered and twitched with the noise like a latch getting ready to lock down into the next divot in its chain. It was like the space around him had come alive, like his sinuses were unclearing even further than they already were when he had come in… Even the next glass of orange juice practically radiated the scent of bright citrus with sugar, every breath in helping to pronounce those nostril slits that much more, the front of his face starting to taper forwards and grow pointed around the front of his muzzle while that smell lingered in his senses. The tart sweet fluid washed over fangs that were starting to sharpen and shrink at the same time, the curvature of them beginning to simplify out in his muzzle into straighter cones that were most definitely not feline in shape.\nWhen he was ready to pay, he thanked the waitress for the meal in a tone that was just a little more higher-pitched and a bit more raspy at the same time, like he had swallowed down something that was putting his voice through a filter. Then, he stepped out of the Pancake Home and out into a world that was struggling to try to figure out what exactly it was now. The sound of a society on the edge was more… quiet than he expected, honestly. He could hear a tumultuous KRSSSSH somewhere off in the distance as he listened, but otherwise it was more like everything had momentarily gone still. Hopefully with a full stomach, he was going to be able to adapt to any situation that came his way and satisfy his objectives of getting back home in one piece… Weird way for his mind to phrase that, but okay. He could see another one of the cars in the parking lot pulling out and heading away, and as they did they were going down an empty road… The cat was going to stick with his previous plan, though. He walked across the parking lot in front of that small restaurant, two rows of spaces on opposite sides of a tarmac thoroughfare, and clicked his fob to unlock his car door…\n One of the strip mall’s buildings opened its sliding doors as someone within walked past them, and something tickled at Jake’s senses, leaving the feline to stand frozen in the middle of the road, eyes widening. He breathed in, unknowingly traded more of his self for knowledge, and found himself sucking down a curious odor that reminded him of sour cream and onion chips with less herbal or yeasty consistency, just… just that pure sharpness to it. At the same time, some of the vertibrae in his back began to meld together, not a lot, just some of the bone beginning to prepare itself for further changes as he found himself turning and beginning to step forwards towards… towards whatever that intriguing scent was. It was like with the meal that he had been having just a few minutes ago. Jake knew that he had had better before on an objective level, but there was something about it subjectively that just made him crave it a little bit, whatever it was…\n He could almost tell without thinking about what he was doing that the scent was leading him along, less like that cartoonish idea of someone being pulled to a pie by a vapor trail and more like… like he was taking important information in by breathing. This was good, Jake could react more competently to any problem that was coming his way, even the end of the world, if he had more of a grasp on what kind of scenario he was heading into, if he needed to prepare for combat or take an alternate approach. … Where were these thoughts coming from? The cat was unsure, and he did not have an answer to that question that he could readily obtain… but as his attention turned away from that itch in the back of his thoughts that something was wrong with those new notions pouring through his head, they alighted again on that question he could more easily answer… What was that smell? He sniffed in deeper, and the changes that had been primed through his back lightly krchked themselves into being as those changed spinal bones suddenly pulled down, making the world around him lurch slightly as he let out a scratchy gasp, everything about his clothes feeling more loosened as the world grew larger. Jake looked down at himself, trying to keep his focus on the fact that his body felt wrong, noticing that his pants were more baggy around the legs, the t-shirt that he had on eating up some of his thin upper biceps despite the fact that he was wearing a short-sleeved tee. The cat was absolutely changing now, the problem coming down the pipeline for what seemed like everyone on Earth taking its turn with him, but… but that scent was so much more vivid just a few steps away from the car, or maybe it was just that he was pointing his head the right way. The problems of the world and of his own life seemed to fade away in the question that those inhales offered, every sniff coaxing him towards further recon. Jake was not sure what was happening to him, aside from maybe losing half-a-foot of size to just breathing in and taking in the fresh air around himself. He was sure now that whatever that sour scent was, almost a little moist in the air, led to something that would only be rewarding to breathe right at the source.\n He walked out to the strip mall, stopped in front of a few cars, breathed in again like a bloodhound and pushed his irises into sharp reptilian slits as his claws began to press out at his hands, getting sharper and permanently elongating themselves out as they started to lose their curl while the front of his shoes began to feel tight on him. Jake’s socks ripped around his toes as his talons down there grew ferocious and pointed forwards, pushing past the fabric as they strengthened and thickened, beginning to prod new holes into the front of his shoes and make every step a little bit off-balance, like he had to lift his toes up just a bit to handle the new shape of his claws down there. The next breath in was just… o-ohh. Ohhhh, that was so much new intel to understand, so much clarification, the changing feline’s dick pulsing in those pants as his mind ended up settling on… virility, control, masculinity. That was what that scent was, the scent of a man exuding potency in the midst of some sort of showcase, and it was centered within that gym in front of him. Jake could not help but want to enter that potential engagement zone as he stumbled forwards and up to the door with an expectant grin, his smile looking awkward in that slightly shifted mouth, his teeth not entirely sitting right within that snout at the moment.\n The sight that he got greeted with as the doors opened did not let him down one bit. He had never seen anyone wear lycra before to a workout outside of period piece films, but the red rabbit in front of him just made that deep purple and blue gear wrapped around his tight body work, a visible sheen on his dark hair as the bangs flopped around while he exercised. This lapine was toned, for sure, tight arms lifting dumbbells to his chest as he breathed out, his whole body shaking from the sheer pace he was going with his reps as he pushed himself through his workout. It was clear to Jake as he watched the rabbit working out that he was the source of that wonderful masculine odor pushing out into the world. It was supercharged in a way that was either catching the kinda-cat or that Jake was fixating on all his own, that scent of perspiration sinking into his nostrils like a hook sinking into a fish’s cheek. He had to be aware of the feline, right? This was…\n This was weird, and stupid, and clearly something was happening to his mind, and he needed to put himself in the car before whatever was causing him to watch people work out like some… some spec-ops stalker or something got him into some real trouble. Jake put those sharper claws around his face and tried to cover up his snout, keep himself from breathing, quickly recognizing that inhaling sharp and evocative scents was beginning to affect his capability to be combat-ready and telling himself to at least try and think of it in some kind of different term. Unfortunately for the cat, his object of admiration had already noticed him while deep in those reps. “Hhhhey there, kitty cat,” the rabbit said with a grunt as he took one more pump of the dumbbells up against his firm and slightly jutting chest and then dropped them onto the mat he was standing on. “I’ve been having weird thoughts about wanting to show this body off to people, and I cancelled my afternoon class waaaay too soon. I guess you’re my audience today.” There was more than arousal in those green eyes looking at him, as beautiful and bright as emeralds.\n “I-I’m just trying to deal with whatever’s going on with me,” Jake tried to explain, only to inhale inwards at the end of that sentence and get a thick blast of that wonderful musk coating his lungs, so powerful, there were so many different imprints of other men in the room but only one was worth focusing on. “H-hnnnnnnh…”, he groaned as his snout began to blossom out past his fingers, stretching outwards while it narrowed down, the top beginning to arch and round while his lips began to curl and harden.\n“You don’t have to lie to yourself,” the rabbit grinned, his teeth beginning to round and stretch as he spoke, his incisors pushing out from each other and curling into fangs. “I see people in my classes coming in and looking at my abs, my arms… my dick in my pants, just barely following along with the exercises, using the excuse to come in and watch a toned hotty in the best shape of his fucking life work his body, get that flesh primed and pumped, ready for some real exertion. Y’know what I think when I see that?” He reached down with blunting claws that were starting to expand and lengthen and grabbed at the throbbing shaft in his outfit, the material squeezing to that rod and showcasing how it just kept on pulsing larger, larger… “M-mmmmh… usually it’s just that I’m lucky that I’ve got a job that pays me for being sexy as fuck, but right now my mind’s on the fact that I’ve got basically a harem that I’ve been letting go to waste. All I needed to do was say the right word and I could get those panties and jocks to drop, I am a fucking sexual titan.” Jesus fuck, with every pulse, he had to keep spreading his fingers out to grasp it as it kept on swelling out in his grip. “The opportunity’s just been… withering on the vine, with no one to claim it.” Soon, he was having to fucking double hand it as it crept up his belly, pushing past a foot and still going, like embracing whatever mood he was in was growing his dick out… “So go on, get hard for me. Let it start to push out into your pants. I know you’re starting to thirst over me and I don’t blame you, you’re like fucking putty around my finger, kitty. You just can’t help yourself.” \nJake was trembling now at the thoughts pouring through his head, that increasingly beak-like snout opening up wide as he blushed furiously, those slit eyes focused directly on the rabbit in front of him. What made more sense tactically right now, to be by himself at risk of being eaten by someone in the throes of their own untamed new mind or to be with someone who was not only in clear control of their faculties but thriving in the midst of the chaos around them? This was… this was offering his services to a figurehead that could steer him through the horrors to come… a fucking sexy figurehead, h-holy hell, Jake could feel himself tenting out those looser pants against his dick as he stood there and breathed heavily, sucked in more of that scent, that wonderful scent. It was a binding odor, it rolled up into his thoughts and left him captivated, spellbound by it, increasingly convinced himself that he was making a decision to throw himself behind a rising power at its start, one that would keep him safe and that he would thrive under.\nThe more that he breathed in, the more his dick hardened out in front of him, grasping on his libido that the lapine had pushed off of the side of a mountain and turning it into a rolling avalanche. “Oh, you like how I smell?” The rabbit gave out a rumble that filled the air as he lifted his arms up and flexed them up above his head like he was getting a big stretch in, exposing pits full of deep dark black fuzz that absolutely looked drenched at the moment, that left Jake’s tongue falling forwards out of his beak with the organ beginning to elongate a little bit as he breathed in hard. “Fuck me, you’re so easy, it’s… it’s so fucking fun how easy you are.” The tip of the “cat”’s tongue was beginning to grow pointed as the pink flesh pushed outwards across the side of his mouth, the fur underneath it beginning to grow increasingly thin as the top of the coat began to disappear. “Bet I could get you to do anything I wanted, you fucking perv. You’re so eager to be dommed by me and I’m not gonna let another one of you horny bastards go untouched.” \nIt was… it was… there was no tacticlol explanation for why he wanted to shove his face into that pit despite how much the cat’s brain was trying to reorient himself to see it as “expedient”, Jake could wrench it away from control of his inner monologue long enough to know he just wanted to absolutely bury himself in that forest even if it was going to fuck him up. He knew that being around that hot lapine that was starting to show strange texturing underneath his russet fur was eroding his body and whittling down his mind faster, but goddamnit Jake felt like he could fucking drape his pants across his rod at this point if it got any more loosened. His libido was in full control as the lapine walked over to one of the leg weight benches, got mounted up on it so that he was laying back at an angle, and kept one of his arms raised. That trainer did not even have to gesture him over, not when Jake found himself starting to stumble forwards all by himself out of sheer need while those slits flared slightly, twin KRCHKH-KRCKCHs sounding off as he stepped and his legs shifted, the ankles pressing back while the feet pushed forwards to make his steps more effortless. Soon, he was stumbling into a digitigrade gait as those altered feet balanced him out further, making those new claws down there push forwards further into his fraying shoes, those ripped socks drawing apart even further and turning into ruined white rags down there as he reached his claws out towards the rabbit’s body. Grasping it was just a precursor, an anchor to the main event, even if he felt so good to massage over, to feel at those hardened curves along his form… M-mmmmfh, he could feel the lapine’s body throbbing under his touch as he shoved his face forwards underneath that heavy arm, let his vision become a mixture of red fur and black shiny hairs…\nJake’s eyes rolled up into his head again as he breathed in deeeeeeep, a loud “Hhhnnnnnnnfffh!” escaping him as that potent scent of conquering masculinity practically surged into his veins through his supercharged olfactory sense, every breath changing him further while also making him more and more dedicated to the man that was letting him pull it in. With every breath, more of Jake’s striped grey coat was beginning to fade away, revealing more and more pink skin that itself was almost getting imprinted by the coloration that was fading away, dark textured stripes beginning to appear across his increasingly hairless body as he huffed in that musk. The claws at his fingers were beginning to get sharper as he pulled them across flesh that was decidedly not that fuzzy anymore on the rabbit’s form, Jake’s digits almost feeling like they were starting to become more claw forwards than anything, the keratin whitening as the tips of his digits were capped by the shifting points. Soon enough, he was trying to hug around that rabbit, finding it harder than it should have been as his arms wrapped the best they could around thickening sides. By this point he knew somewhere in his deeply hazed head that it was not the smell of the man in front of him or even that breakfast that was changing him, it was the fact that he was leaning on those improving senses. What was he going to do, though? Not breathe in ever again? If he was going to be fucked, he wanted to be fucked by… h-haaaah, hiiiiim… Jake melted deeper into that pit as the lapine let out another pleased little growl and squeezed tighter around the cat’s head, able to just feel the way that those lats were surging out to press against his body as he nuzzled into that grip. They were both changing, but the rabbit was changing to put him more in… i-in his place.\nY-yes, oh fuck yes. God, that really did put everything together in his head. Jake let out a soft hiss that was decidedly unfeline but distinctly filled with pleasure as he pushed that elongating tongue out and took a thick lap of that pit fuzz, causing another excited snarl to escape the trainer. “G-good, good fucking choice, give in and become mine…”, the rabbit said with a deepening voice that was starting to become unable to hold back the bass behind it, like there was a subwoofer within him that was constantly thumping within his chest, pushing out when he opened his mouth. The feline’s tongue was beginning to gain that much more flexibility as Jake kept on breathing in, that tip gaining a reptilian taper to it as the rest of it continued to grow out so that he could really angle and press it into that space underneath his arm and tonguebathe the man that the “cat” was starting to find more and more worthy of worship. W-was he changing because he was flexing his dominance over Jake? Why did that thought excite him so thoroughly? H-he was… he was creating his own top, his own master, his own tyrant. God, he hoped that was the case. His increasingly hoarse, yapping inner monologue started going on about, as he nuzzled into that pit, how he could strengthen his chosen dominant’s position in the world, obey his every order with so much competence and honed skill, make him so proud, so happy. He was going to wear the collar and chains that this trainer wanted to put on him with such dedication, like it was armor ready to deflect any blow to his new self away from him.\nThe increasingly-less-feline’s tongue was not the only thing that felt like it was starting to grow as Jake found himself increasingly awed by the musclebound and possessive lapine that was holding him “trapped” beneath expanding biceps. It started at the base of Jake’s tail, thinning fur looking increasingly more stretched across far too much skin as it waved back and forth. Flesh expanded and drew out, began to take the straight length of that limb behind himself and shift its curling balanced snake-like shape into something more anchored and rooted. That started with the base, drawing outwards above his backside as he continued to worship at his would-be master and beginning to move less like it was pulling through the air behind him and more like it was fanning through it, working that increasing weight around behind himself with ease. That tangible heft was hammering it in more and more that he was not going to be a cat when this was all finished, that he was becoming something… more focused and prepared to serve his tyrant lord. Felines were not ready for the kind of world that was coming. The reptilian creature that was starting to take shape in him as he sucked in another breath, a little twitch working through his increasingly bared ears lightly pulling them down and melting them more into his head, would be more than capable of delivering it to his master.\n“I’m gonna love keeping you a-around, hnnnnfh, if you threw yourself at me like t-this then I’m doing you a favor…”, the maybe-a-hare breathed out as he pulled his arm off, showcasing a changed face that was now mostly uncovered grey skin as the reptilian cat hybrid leaned back, eyes half-lidded, tongue still flopped out his mouth. “Keeping you as my sssslut is going to keep you from falling into the hands of anyone that won’t use you like you should be.” Jake panted loudly, unashamedly sucked in more change, fattened the changing cone that was his tail out further and banished away more fur from his body. His tinted skin was starting to grow a touch less squishy as he took in more of that scent, starting to gain a tinge of brown to mix through the grey and change the shade that much more as lines started to groove their way through his skin. This was… this was incredibly fortuitous for him, he realized as his dick twitched and splurted a nice thick gush of precream into his pants, his dick starting to create a large stain in the front of those bottoms as his body was overwhelmed by his own arousal. Fur would simply leave him overheating when he was in the midst of heavy activity, like when his lord was partaking of his body. Scales, sleek and streamlined, were the optimal choice for a servant of a ferocious brute with an appetite to match his musclebound and increasingly thick doorbuster of a body.\nThe trainer reached a hand down, Jake’s eyes following along with it as drool began to pour down the sides of his beak while his attention was drawn towards that heavy foot and a half cock in front of him, and carved one of his sharp clawpoints through the lycra, his nails starting to look like miniature tusks that pulled back to plated ruby red-scaled fingers. The fabric parted like wrapping paper being opened with a knife, the pumped and swollen dominant with an expanding muzzle grinning down at him in a way that Jake only caught glimpses of as he looked up and then immediately had his focus rocket back towards that throbbing shaft within his outfit. It seemed ready to burst forwards, as if its natural state was not to be covered, to sway freely, to be easily accessed by anyone that he not so much pressed it against as thumped down against. The claw rolled up and then to the side and then down again, creating a flap that he then moved to cut off, that heavy dick rolling forwards and just… A-aaaah, Jake could not help the little squeak that pushed out of his beak as his voice cracked with the next sniff and he went up another octave, pushing himself into a scratchy parody of his former voice that was almost cartoonish in its combination of raspiness and higher tone. Look at the way it rolled forwards and collided down against his overstuffed football of an upper bicep, making the increasingly scaled muscle wobble with its sheer heft plapping down against it. That was a foot and a half of pure unadulterated man, and it was being readied for him as the fitness instructor turned, spread his legs, and sat back.\nThat thing about panties and jocks dropping? It was so fucking true. Jake could feel his tailhole quiver at the thought of having all of that dick being stuffed down the pipeline and absolutely wrapping his body around it like some kind of increasingly-less-fuzzy fleshlight. He had to have it in him in some way. “Suck it, polish it like it’s a jewel…”, the creature above Jake said as the not-just-a-cat reached out and took that monstrous cock in his claws, staring at it with awe in his blue slit-eyes. “Put that new tongue you’ve got to use, pipsqueak.” Everything about his tyrant lord was making him increasingly trembly with delight and excitement, and not just in the fact that his crotch reeked of his particular odor despite the fact that that dark tuft of crotch fuzz around his massive club of a dick and those achingly full balls was fading away to reveal similar scale markings. That voice… it was now impossibly deep, with a tone that Jake knew could absolutely shake the foundations of the building if he only raised his tone. He radiated control, it surged off of him, and there was nothing more arousing than someone who knew exactly how to order him around… Jake, in another moment of rapidly fading lucidity from underneath the minion-mind that was starting to coalesce permanently around his thoughts, was beginning to realize that he was becoming the kind of person that was a lifestyler when it came to serving this man. Maybe that was not entirely good for him, considering the violent urge to protect that came to mind whenever he thought about the reptilian rabbit coming to harm, but… but the thought of just spending his whole life servicing this man and his rod was taking him over in a way that urged down into him through his libido. It was not entirely of that arousal, though, not something that he would simply forget or think was a mistake when he emptied those balls of his excitement. He… he yearned for this, deep down, to have a firm hand taking control of his life, shepherding him and putting him to some kind of purpose. \nHe needed to show the large, powerful brute of a man above him just how well he could serve. A brief strategic assessment suggested that trying to take this problem head-on would just lead to a sputtering, choking failure… but taking an approach to engage that vanguard position and limit himself from advancing ahead of his ability to hold ground might at least bear a bit of fruit. Jake felt like he was shoving himself into a thick cloud of that musk again as he opened his muzzle and leaned forwards, one of those enlarging sets of claws from his would-be dominant reaching out and palming his head at the top and leaving Jake able to feel the subtle sensation of bones in the hand rolling around, the whole frame of it beginning to shift larger on him. It felt like it was anchoring him, keeping him in a smooth arc downwards towards the rod, making sure he was perfectly aimed to fall onto that pulsating cockhead that reminded him of a doorknob in its size. He let his lips touch to it, breathed in, held his breath, pushed down…\n“G-gglllph… M-mmmh…” It was obviously a little difficult to take in, but he expected that and was prepared for it as he wrenched his eyes closed. His body warped under the heavy use of that nose to take in both oxygen and musk as he let his lips wrap outwards more against the top of that cock, saliva spilling across it as he began to try and put the whole thing in his mouth. Fur wisped and faded away like layers of dust being brushed off of him with some great brush, bristles being left behind in a wave across his form that turned into shortening grey hairs past the extremities, pushing back over his head and down his neck and spine. His receding coat left him looking peach-fuzzed at points with a light dusting of fur and like he was covered with grey moss tight to his body around his back and shoulders and just above that tail. That, too, was losing most of its fur now, working back from its end that was turning into a rounded point as the limb it was a part of continued its transformation into a barely furred cone, the grey veil around its form being removed as new scaled texture poured across the skin with every breath in, like those scales were the tide rolling in and pushing up across the shore bit by bit. It was growing to become twice his size, still limber and dextrous but far less so than its previous shape, carrying more size and power in it. That change in size was too much for the back of his pants, the hole there ripping apart after being weathered weaker by the limb’s growth. As he snorted and tried his best to push himself downwards on it, the scaled beast in front of him starting to press him forwards with a “T-take it down, whelp…”, the probably-not-a-cat-anymore was losing the last of those feline traits as he filled his mouth with flesh, his whiskers seeming to whisp away off his face. His pawpads were starting to pull up on his hands and feet, melding in with the rest of those appendages, leaving the squishy flesh there smoothed over as the extra mass pulled away down to that tail. Those ears were taking their last twitches as the rounded shapes looked more and more stunted on his head, pale fleshy arches that were drawing down further into his head as he sucked and lapped on that domehead, making pleased little snarls and feeling those claws ever-so-lightly placing more pressure on his skull as if to tell him to just keep going. His master, his overlord, his dominant wanted him to scour the last of himself off of his body, and he was more than willing to follow those orders. Whatever pleased his sire most.\nIt was easier, with time and lubrication, to get used to the feeling of all that dickhead in his mouth. The monster of a lapine in front of him was letting out rumbling snarls, gripping down on the bench and anchoring himself as Jake continued to try to wedge more of that shaft in his mouth, feeling the way that the length was starting to push further past his lips, a little dip of size leading to that girth starting to increase again. “Y-you smell… sooo…” The changing trainer pulled in a deep suck, the weight bench underneath him starting to groan in protest under his growing weight and size. “Meek… pitiful in the best possible way.” Firm, throbbing, hot… Jake could feel the splash of precum dousing the back of his mouth as he reached his hands up and grasped at it like he was trying to luge that sticky fluid down his throat, like he was trying to pipeline as much of that dick in as possible, leaning forwards, repositioning himself as he closed his eyes and let out another pleased little snarl… The reptile wedged him forwards, the sound of something leathery unfolding behind his dom mingling with another one of those pleased sexy snarls. Jake found himself forced to take enough cock that he could feel his jaw starting to ache as it was stretched open from just the first fourth of that dick being pressed in. S-so… so girthy… He gripped on that shaft with both his hands and started to pump at it a bit as he pressed back against that hand on his skull, breathed in, heard another KRCHK from behind himself, around his spine.\nHe was not done shrinking, and that felt right. That felt so fucking correct. The reptile with the increasingly miniscule feline ears and thickened tail, now barely coated in any fluff at all and a limited angle of movement from its changes, felt the way that bones were pressing and crunching together all over his body. Everything was shortening down now, and not just his spine, although he could feel the vertebrae pushing together there like it had outside of the gym, pressing the would-be minion’s frame that much more slight. He was rapidly losing height, those clothes growing increasingly baggy on his form as he did, his shirt starting to slip downwards and join his pants on the ground as he ended up sizing down, down, eventually leaving him with only those boxer briefs left on his form. His achingly rigid cock was the only thing holding them to his form, the tailhole at the back pulled ragged and beginning to fray apart like the outer clothes. More than that, though, his legs and arms were both beginning to shorten, making him feel all the more like the world was becoming too oversized for him. The more he shrunk, the more that the dragon in front of him grew larger, the red-scaled hulking beast looming over him more and more. Jake was allowed to pull himself off of that shaft as he started to have to tilt his head upwards to take it in comfortably. Eventually, the dragon had to get off of the groaning and collapsing weight bench as his size became too much for it, the heightening beast falling on his knees and pushing his hips forwards, his own body starting to reach upwards to the ceiling as he let out a pleased hiss and spread his thighs. The barely-a-cat stood up and looked over the wyrm’s hard-on. I-It… it wavered there as it kept on growing out to stay proportional to the dragon’s body, pushed out towards his face, and the reptilian found himself practically at perfect level to show that arousal just how skilled he was at taking care of a man’s needs.\nJake hungrily drove himself onto the tip and started to slather his tongue across it, practically making out with it as he felt the way that his shoes were starting to crack open at the tops as he stepped forwards, sharpening claws finally busting out of his sneakers and leaving the kobold absolutely nude as he shed his shoes. The lizard-like creature that he had almost completely turned into would only come up to meet his waist if he was still a cat. He was made to be shadowed by his master’s prominent cock and body, and that worked out perfectly. Let his master bellow his glory to the world, Jake would be in the shadows either taking care of all the little problems that got in his way or preparing to strike from a prime vantage spot at any of his foes that were too stupid to realize that they were not to bother the great wyrm with their attempts to resist his wishes if they wanted to keep their lives. Jake began to roll his hands around that cock, reaching his arms up and stroking and brushing across the sides, finding the veins and giving them extra attention as he nuzzled his face into that dickhead, shuddered and walked forwards. The dragon worked with him, leaned back, let his cock become a tree trunk covered in sap or a massive icicle that Jake was practically trying to clean off with his tongue, hugging tight around it, nuzzling his head in and taking long lolls of that flexible pointed tongue across that surface in front of himself. Those throbs were almost coaxing him to do more to feel them, to make them more prominent, he could not help but desperately begin to press his dick forwards and rub his hips against that heavy length in front of him, pulling his legs open a little bit as he ripped through his own underwear and exposed himself. Soon enough, he was just pressed up against that rod with his whole body, groaning and shuddering as he desperately rolled his hips against the fuckpole in front of him, panting and huffing and snorting and absolutely being basted in the dragon’s fluids as he used his whole form to pleasure him.\nIn the midst of teasing and caressing at this member that was now practically the size of his body, Jake could feel the shrunken hills that his ears had become giving a few more twitches, the scent of draconic primacy too much for them, before they smoothed down and completely disappeared from view, leaving only subtle holes in the sides of his head behind. The kobold did not notice that last gasp of his feline nature fading away, not when he was too busy mashing his hips up against that heavy rod, shuddering frantically while he ground on that massive pole. He was not going to miss it, either. It was being burned on the sacrificial altar to attain service and sexual pleasure, leaving him in a form more suitable for use. It was not like kobolds lacked claws, either. The word he came back to was “streamlined”. Talons that flicked out, ears, fur… these were all extraneous things that a servant like him did not need. His teeth were sharper, too, having continued to grow out during his changes until they had become like those of a shark. Jake may have been born a free cat, but he was now the useful subject of a dragon, and there were certain things that being a kobold could give him that would make him a stronger combatant and a harder-working instrument of the wyrm’s will in general.\nHe ended up stuck in that position for a good long while, still continuing to lap and squish and thrust himself against the length in front of him even as it became too big for his body, even as the dragon’s moans started to rise up from several feet above him. That dick continued to cascade precum down onto him like an erratic curtain of fluids as the dragon tensed and groaned, occasionally reaching down and pushing him into that cock with a hand that felt like it took up most of his back, Jake losing it and beginning to put everything into bucking frantically as he did. He could feel the sheer excitement pouring off of the dragon as his owner’s rod began to press back against him too, sandwiching him between those two firm points. The kobold was doing such a good job, something that got reinforced with every gush of precum raining down on him and every throaty and increasingly rumbly grunt and shudder pushing from his tyrant above him. Eventually, the kobold could feel him starting to tense up as the constant deluge of precum above him started to flicker back and forth, making Jake start to move even faster, he was about to get his master to climax, he was so cl-\n“T-that’s enough, runt,” the dragon breathed out as he pulled the reptile away from him, two fingers pinching around his waist like a loop and drawing him back as the dragon let out a shuddering breath, that twitching and tensing cock in front of him still showcasing just how primed for orgasm the dragon was… “I need this load for other purposes. We’re wasting too much time playing with each other here. The time is right to build my army…” The dragon brought that tapered snout up, like Jake’s own but writ large, and took a few soft breaths in. “ I smell others like you… others that are in need of control before another swoops in and takes them.”\n“Of course, sire!”, Jake blurted out as he was set onto the ground, looking up at the huge dragon and understanding immediately that he was right. “We need to bring them into your service!” He was going to become part of a unified front with other kobolds like him… some of which did not even know they were supposed to be kobolds. Sound plan, if he was a dragon he would have done the exact same thing… and there probably were other dragons out there too that they needed to beat to the punch!\nHis handler and master looked down at him, delicately lowered a claw… lightly nudged at the kobold’s dick with the bridge of one of the talons. “I can’t have you desperately attempting to relieve yourself using my leg like some mangy animal,” the dragon sneered as he lifted Jake up, the kobold giving out a little desperate yelp as he was squeezed securely between those claws. “I’ll have to deign to make your balls empty themselves before you can offer your proper duties to me.”\n“Y-yes, my lord!”, the smaller reptilian yelled out at the top of his lungs as he twisted himself around as best as he could within the dragon’s grasp, planting his ass out between those spread fingers as his tyrant started to reposition himself, getting up and moving away from that weakened bench as he no doubt looked for the clearest spot on the gym’s floor. “Whatever you feel is best!” His dragon was so fucking smart. A clear, level head was what was necessary in order to protect him, and he was going to make sure that Jak-\nThe kobold let out a sharp “O-oooooohhh!”, eyes going wide as he got an extra huge smile on his face while he felt that draconic tongue expertly pushing between his cheeks and then pressing to his pucker, immediately starting to push against it and prod it open like he was desperately working at some kind of handheld treat. The dragon sat back down again, and there was a loud KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSH as his tail thumped through one of the walls, breaking it apart. Even that amount of destruction was arousing in its own way. His tyrant and ruler was soooooo marvelous, still growing, pushing up towards the sky, emperor of whatever he wanted to take, conqueror of every ass and pussy that could take his girth and would submit to his power. There would be other giants out there soon, behemoths of myth and legend, and the dragon that Jake had given his body and soul to was soon going to lay them just as well as he could have laid anyone in his fitness class. \nIt was an aphrodisiac on top of the main event right now, the feeling of his body starting to get the message and beginning to open itself up as Jake wiggled around in the dragon’s grip as he kept on pushing his ass back. His flustered little groans started to be joined by frantic yips as his tail kept on thmp thmp thmping on the dragon’s snout, both from the way that he was rocking his ass back into that thick tongue and because his tail was now pounding out his delight on those tough plated scales. Those tail movements were in tune with the feeling of that organ pushing against his rear, pressing against his pucker as it started to get the point and began to open, little by little. Soon, it was spreading, and Jake’s voice curled into an elongated, sultry groan as the tongue began to slither its way in. It was both dextrous where it needed to curl around that resistance and powerful enough when it started to get deep enough that the sheer squeeze of Jake’s tailhole started to hold it back, making sure that it could push through and really, thoroughly fill the contours of his passage as much as possible. The brownish-grey reptile grunted and reached up to squeeze his claws around the top of the dragon’s hand and anchor himself, doing his best to keep on pressing back as he felt his tailhole widen and shrink with the drake’s movements. That former rabbit felt like he was trying to reach and press the flat of his tongue and the tip against as much of Jake’s rear as he possibly could, trying to map it out, and the result was that Jake was starting to find it increasingly difficult to actually try and have any input in how he was being plowed into. Any attempt to clench down was met with the dragon lolling his tongue back and forth and deliberately resisting, pushing against the walls, forcing them to stay open. Any attempt to press back rapidly faded away as the dragon pushed forth, curled, and drew his tongue back again, over and over. This was meant to be something that was done for his benefit, not a shared fuck session… and eventually, Jake gave up and just let the pleasure wash over him, his groans turning into pleased sighs as the dragon kept on tonguing him out with a speed and force that spoke to the dragon wanting to push him into a climax that would hit like an oncoming semi.\nAt that point, as that tongue continued to practically core Jake out, its girth pressing itself deep into his innards and stretching him out in a way that was both much like being filled with a cock and far beyond any that he had been filled with before, the kobold knew that everything was going to be alright. They were going to build a strong basis for the future together, carve out a small empire from a world that was becoming dissolute, he… h-he… was going to give his overlord this new world, a-and…\nOh fuck that felt amazing. Jake yowled out happily as he felt the dragon’s tongue flick upwards, a blunt push that was overt in its intent to get himself off as soon as possible as it touched on his pleasure button. The kobold straightened out in his grip, tightened up like he was going to plank in that grasp as the dragon gave out a pleased grumble. He had been drawn to someone that fucked, first and foremost. That might have been the most salient point on why the wyrm deserved this new future bouncing around in the kobold’s head right now as he was bounced around on that tongue.\nThat former personal trainer and would-be conqueror rolled his head forwards like he was trying to imitate a harsh shove forwards with his hips, again and again, working that thick organ over that spot repeatedly, not giving the kobold any time to breathe, any time to try and pace things, any time to try and resist being pushed hard towards that edge. Soon, he was drooling a little bit down that snout, eyes planted practically into the back of his skull as his member twitched and hot lust was billowed through his body with each push. H-his tyrant, his overlord, his master was so skilled, he must have instinctively known the kobold body, how to play it like an instrument, how to pluck that singular high note again and again, the one that rushed pleasure into his head and kept on working his arousal higher within him, that incessant tremble that pushed stronger, and stronger, and stronger!\nI-It was happening, it was already happening, Jake’s breathing quickened and turned into exhales pulsing out of him as he rapidly pushed them out, his dick twitching and tensing down against his pelvis. He could not help but start frantically wiggling, feeling the grip on him shifting as if the dragon knew himself just how close he was to letting loose. Even the way he was being held was exciting in its own right, a reminder of just how pitiful he was compared to the creature deigning to eat him out, his dick twitched again at that along with the next press into him, one final push getting him toppling off the edge, making everything quicken to the point where it refused to be held in any longer. His shortened body felt like it was absolutely radiating heat at this point, his senses alight, his nerves singing to him, as everything rose, rose, welled up in his needy and tight shaft, the length pulling back one more time…\n“H-hhhssrrrraaaah!”, the kobold yelled out as that first cumshot practically rocketed out of him, the dragon moving to spread his hands so that he was carefully flexing his claw in a v-shape around that crotch, letting him gush out his excitement onto the floor. “H-haaaah, haaaah, haaaaaaaaaah…!”, Jake rasped out as pleasure hammered through him, struck with another flash of that overwhelmingly joyous mind-smashing excitement as another cumshot escaped him, splattered against the ground, left shiny wet splashes and trails on the floor as he added more fluid down there. He groaned frantically, his member releasing swell after swell, started to melt deeper into that grasp and shuddered happily as those heights of excitement shifted within him, transmuted, became a wonderful warm pool that he could float through as the dragon held him there, drawing his tongue out slowly. It practically slithered out of him, worked more excited gasps and delirious moans out of him as it undulated back, brushed and stroked across his innards before it pulled away and left him feeling so very thoroughly empty. He was left in his state, allowed to keep on spilling cumshots out until those gushes became trickles of sticky, stranding white fluid…\n“There.” The dragon effortlessly twisted Jake around in his claws so that he ended up cradled in his claws, legs and arms sheathing in between those digits while his wet and leaky shaft continued to pulse and spill outwards onto his own dick, cradled like he was a particularly ripe grapefruit in that hand. “Hurry up and run yourself dry, we have rivals to bring low.”Jake groaned blissfully as he was carried away, legs spread, dick moistening his crotch scales. Serving this huge, magnificent creature was going to be the best thing he had ever done in his life.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "As far as Jake was aware, nobody in the restaurant could go home right now. The cat had made the choice while carving through his waffle with his fork and knife to keep his phone on the table and keep watch on the news as it was developing. He had already been caught in a near-accident on the way in, that flash nearly making him veer into an oncoming semi before he swerved back on his side of the road. The feline had practically been on autopilot after that, ordering his food and orange juice and sipping it down… maybe getting a bit too much food, having it all laid out in front of him as he read the news. Funny, the near death experience felt like it had primed him to basically accept anything that he was reading at the moment. Oh, people were turning into werewolves? Sure. The government was saying to stay off the roads? Okay. He muttered some of the news he was seeing to his waitress as she kept on coming over with his drink refill and another order of sides, the service in the kitchen obviously moving a bit slower than usual considering that everyone there was a bit busy trying to get a grip on what was happening. He supposed the only reason that he was actually getting food right now was because there was only one other table with a part of five in the building at the moment and the cooks in the kitchen needed something to distract him from the existential terror. Well, that and everyone at Pancake Home was willing to stare God in the face and tell him to go fuck himself. Guess his decision to try out America’s Breakfast-And-Fisticuffs HQ worked out for today.
So, the strategy was this. There was no way that he wanted to be driving right now with the amount of chaos that was going to be out on the roads. Jake was pretty certain with his luck that he was going to become something that was incapable of holding a steering wheel soon. Whatever the feline ended up as, he was pretty certain that there were other people who would have it worse and still insist on trying to get home. No amount of safety warnings could beat the kind of panic that he was seeing online… and the fact that he occasionally saw someone gunning over ninety in suburban streets outside the small little strip mall area he was in said that plenty of people were already losing their shit in real life and not just performatively melting down for their followers. So, Jake was going to take things slowly and finish his meal, considering that he was not really thinking of heading out once he got home. Once he was done eating, he was going to get in his car and wait out whatever it was the world was going to put him through. Heading home could wait until he was finished turning into a harpy or something. As far as he was concerned, his mind numbed enough that he could come up with a solid plan unadulterated by panic, this might have been the very end of the world considering the horror stories that were starting to crop up whenever he looked at his feed. End of the world, birth of a new one. Damn, the cat was really shook up by that car accident, huh?
Jake took another bite of the waffle beneath him and the doughiness of the waffles mixed with the sweetness and richness of the butter and syrup topping it stuck with him. It was enough to shake him out of the numbness, put him in the moment instead of being stuck on the horrors that were waiting for him when he looked down at the screen and saw what was happening to the world. Jake shoveled another fork of that waffle into his mouth, went for a slice of one of the sausages after chewing that buttery and doughy treat down, hesitated for a moment after bringing the rounded section of meat only a few inches from his mouth… breathed and gave a pleased little shudder, closing his blue eyes and letting himself luxuriate in the scent coming off of it. M-mmmmh… That was new. It had all smelled so good when each plate had been laid out to him before, sure, but now, as he was holding it up close to his face, he could smell the way that all the layers sort of divided further beyond just the mingling pleasant mixture that they had been before. It was more than the sausage, it was the processed tang coming off of the ketchup, the crisp fried aroma of the hash browns mingled in with it, the differentiated greasiness of the bacon, the sweetness of the syrup on top of the pancakes mixed with the telltale scent of that melting butter… It smelled like the dream of a starving man who had been told to try and imagine breakfast instead of being fed it. Taking his time, taking things slow, enjoying what might have been the last early morning spread he ever had before the world went to total hell, that was an important action, even if it was a small thing to do. The amazing thing was that none of this was top-tier food, Pancake Home was well-known for just being good greasy spoon diner fare, and yet he felt like he was having a ten-out-of-ten experience. He could not see the way that his nose was starting to meld back into his muzzle as he took another soft whiff in, tilting his head up a bit in order to catch the aroma that was floating off of his meal. The nostrils were starting to draw away from each other as the little pink pad on the front of his muzzle began to settle into the rest of the flesh around it, losing its distinct coloration as it melded in beneath his fur and rolled out along with the front of his face. Those growing slits were going rogue as they broke away from the rest of his nose, began to draw downwards and groove into the contours of his upper muzzle while thinning out, looking far less feline to anyone who was paying attention to him. The more that they changed, the more that they began to reveal the gentle scent of wafting cooking meats coming from the kitchen that layered over everything, the subtle antiseptic scent of table cleaner that he pulled his head away from and gave out a soft, displeased rasp at. Something in his throat quivered and twitched with the noise like a latch getting ready to lock down into the next divot in its chain. It was like the space around him had come alive, like his sinuses were unclearing even further than they already were when he had come in… Even the next glass of orange juice practically radiated the scent of bright citrus with sugar, every breath in helping to pronounce those nostril slits that much more, the front of his face starting to taper forwards and grow pointed around the front of his muzzle while that smell lingered in his senses. The tart sweet fluid washed over fangs that were starting to sharpen and shrink at the same time, the curvature of them beginning to simplify out in his muzzle into straighter cones that were most definitely not feline in shape.
When he was ready to pay, he thanked the waitress for the meal in a tone that was just a little more higher-pitched and a bit more raspy at the same time, like he had swallowed down something that was putting his voice through a filter. Then, he stepped out of the Pancake Home and out into a world that was struggling to try to figure out what exactly it was now. The sound of a society on the edge was more… quiet than he expected, honestly. He could hear a tumultuous KRSSSSH somewhere off in the distance as he listened, but otherwise it was more like everything had momentarily gone still. Hopefully with a full stomach, he was going to be able to adapt to any situation that came his way and satisfy his objectives of getting back home in one piece… Weird way for his mind to phrase that, but okay. He could see another one of the cars in the parking lot pulling out and heading away, and as they did they were going down an empty road… The cat was going to stick with his previous plan, though. He walked across the parking lot in front of that small restaurant, two rows of spaces on opposite sides of a tarmac thoroughfare, and clicked his fob to unlock his car door…
         One of the strip mall’s buildings opened its sliding doors as someone within walked past them, and something tickled at Jake’s senses, leaving the feline to stand frozen in the middle of the road, eyes widening. He breathed in, unknowingly traded more of his self for knowledge, and found himself sucking down a curious odor that reminded him of sour cream and onion chips with less herbal or yeasty consistency, just… just that pure sharpness to it. At the same time, some of the vertibrae in his back began to meld together, not a lot, just some of the bone beginning to prepare itself for further changes as he found himself turning and beginning to step forwards towards… towards whatever that intriguing scent was. It was like with the meal that he had been having just a few minutes ago. Jake knew that he had had better before on an objective level, but there was something about it subjectively that just made him crave it a little bit, whatever it was…
         He could almost tell without thinking about what he was doing that the scent was leading him along, less like that cartoonish idea of someone being pulled to a pie by a vapor trail and more like… like he was taking important information in by breathing. This was good, Jake could react more competently to any problem that was coming his way, even the end of the world, if he had more of a grasp on what kind of scenario he was heading into, if he needed to prepare for combat or take an alternate approach. … Where were these thoughts coming from? The cat was unsure, and he did not have an answer to that question that he could readily obtain… but as his attention turned away from that itch in the back of his thoughts that something was wrong with those new notions pouring through his head, they alighted again on that question he could more easily answer… What was that smell? He sniffed in deeper, and the changes that had been primed through his back lightly krchked themselves into being as those changed spinal bones suddenly pulled down, making the world around him lurch slightly as he let out a scratchy gasp, everything about his clothes feeling more loosened as the world grew larger. Jake looked down at himself, trying to keep his focus on the fact that his body felt wrong, noticing that his pants were more baggy around the legs, the t-shirt that he had on eating up some of his thin upper biceps despite the fact that he was wearing a short-sleeved tee. The cat was absolutely changing now, the problem coming down the pipeline for what seemed like everyone on Earth taking its turn with him, but… but that scent was so much more vivid just a few steps away from the car, or maybe it was just that he was pointing his head the right way. The problems of the world and of his own life seemed to fade away in the question that those inhales offered, every sniff coaxing him towards further recon. Jake was not sure what was happening to him, aside from maybe losing half-a-foot of size to just breathing in and taking in the fresh air around himself. He was sure now that whatever that sour scent was, almost a little moist in the air, led to something that would only be rewarding to breathe right at the source.
        He walked out to the strip mall, stopped in front of a few cars, breathed in again like a bloodhound and pushed his irises into sharp reptilian slits as his claws began to press out at his hands, getting sharper and permanently elongating themselves out as they started to lose their curl while the front of his shoes began to feel tight on him. Jake’s socks ripped around his toes as his talons down there grew ferocious and pointed forwards, pushing past the fabric as they strengthened and thickened, beginning to prod new holes into the front of his shoes and make every step a little bit off-balance, like he had to lift his toes up just a bit to handle the new shape of his claws down there. The next breath in was just… o-ohh. Ohhhh, that was so much new intel to understand, so much clarification, the changing feline’s dick pulsing in those pants as his mind ended up settling on… virility, control, masculinity. That was what that scent was, the scent of a man exuding potency in the midst of some sort of showcase, and it was centered within that gym in front of him. Jake could not help but want to enter that potential engagement zone as he stumbled forwards and up to the door with an expectant grin, his smile looking awkward in that slightly shifted mouth, his teeth not entirely sitting right within that snout at the moment.
        The sight that he got greeted with as the doors opened did not let him down one bit. He had never seen anyone wear lycra before to a workout outside of period piece films, but the red rabbit in front of him just made that deep purple and blue gear wrapped around his tight body work, a visible sheen on his dark hair as the bangs flopped around while he exercised. This lapine was toned, for sure, tight arms lifting dumbbells to his chest as he breathed out, his whole body shaking from the sheer pace he was going with his reps as he pushed himself through his workout. It was clear to Jake as he watched the rabbit working out that he was the source of that wonderful masculine odor pushing out into the world. It was supercharged in a way that was either catching the kinda-cat or that Jake was fixating on all his own, that scent of perspiration sinking into his nostrils like a hook sinking into a fish’s cheek. He had to be aware of the feline, right? This was…
        This was weird, and stupid, and clearly something was happening to his mind, and he needed to put himself in the car before whatever was causing him to watch people work out like some… some spec-ops stalker or something got him into some real trouble. Jake put those sharper claws around his face and tried to cover up his snout, keep himself from breathing, quickly recognizing that inhaling sharp and evocative scents was beginning to affect his capability to be combat-ready and telling himself to at least try and think of it in some kind of different term. Unfortunately for the cat, his object of admiration had already noticed him while deep in those reps. “Hhhhey there, kitty cat,” the rabbit said with a grunt as he took one more pump of the dumbbells up against his firm and slightly jutting chest and then dropped them onto the mat he was standing on. “I’ve been having weird thoughts about wanting to show this body off to people, and I cancelled my afternoon class waaaay too soon. I guess you’re my audience today.” There was more than arousal in those green eyes looking at him, as beautiful and bright as emeralds.
        “I-I’m just trying to deal with whatever’s going on with me,” Jake tried to explain, only to inhale inwards at the end of that sentence and get a thick blast of that wonderful musk coating his lungs, so powerful, there were so many different imprints of other men in the room but only one was worth focusing on. “H-hnnnnnnh…”, he groaned as his snout began to blossom out past his fingers, stretching outwards while it narrowed down, the top beginning to arch and round while his lips began to curl and harden.
“You don’t have to lie to yourself,” the rabbit grinned, his teeth beginning to round and stretch as he spoke, his incisors pushing out from each other and curling into fangs. “I see people in my classes coming in and looking at my abs, my arms… my dick in my pants, just barely following along with the exercises, using the excuse to come in and watch a toned hotty in the best shape of his fucking life work his body, get that flesh primed and pumped, ready for some real exertion. Y’know what I think when I see that?” He reached down with blunting claws that were starting to expand and lengthen and grabbed at the throbbing shaft in his outfit, the material squeezing to that rod and showcasing how it just kept on pulsing larger, larger… “M-mmmmh… usually it’s just that I’m lucky that I’ve got a job that pays me for being sexy as fuck, but right now my mind’s on the fact that I’ve got basically a harem that I’ve been letting go to waste. All I needed to do was say the right word and I could get those panties and jocks to drop, I am a fucking sexual titan.” Jesus fuck, with every pulse, he had to keep spreading his fingers out to grasp it as it kept on swelling out in his grip. “The opportunity’s just been… withering on the vine, with no one to claim it.” Soon, he was having to fucking double hand it as it crept up his belly, pushing past a foot and still going, like embracing whatever mood he was in was growing his dick out… “So go on, get hard for me. Let it start to push out into your pants. I know you’re starting to thirst over me and I don’t blame you, you’re like fucking putty around my finger, kitty. You just can’t help yourself.”
Jake was trembling now at the thoughts pouring through his head, that increasingly beak-like snout opening up wide as he blushed furiously, those slit eyes focused directly on the rabbit in front of him. What made more sense tactically right now, to be by himself at risk of being eaten by someone in the throes of their own untamed new mind or to be with someone who was not only in clear control of their faculties but thriving in the midst of the chaos around them? This was… this was offering his services to a figurehead that could steer him through the horrors to come… a fucking sexy figurehead, h-holy hell, Jake could feel himself tenting out those looser pants against his dick as he stood there and breathed heavily, sucked in more of that scent, that wonderful scent. It was a binding odor, it rolled up into his thoughts and left him captivated, spellbound by it, increasingly convinced himself that he was making a decision to throw himself behind a rising power at its start, one that would keep him safe and that he would thrive under.
The more that he breathed in, the more his dick hardened out in front of him, grasping on his libido that the lapine had pushed off of the side of a mountain and turning it into a rolling avalanche. “Oh, you like how I smell?” The rabbit gave out a rumble that filled the air as he lifted his arms up and flexed them up above his head like he was getting a big stretch in, exposing pits full of deep dark black fuzz that absolutely looked drenched at the moment, that left Jake’s tongue falling forwards out of his beak with the organ beginning to elongate a little bit as he breathed in hard. “Fuck me, you’re so easy, it’s… it’s so fucking fun how easy you are.” The tip of the “cat”’s tongue was beginning to grow pointed as the pink flesh pushed outwards across the side of his mouth, the fur underneath it beginning to grow increasingly thin as the top of the coat began to disappear. “Bet I could get you to do anything I wanted, you fucking perv. You’re so eager to be dommed by me and I’m not gonna let another one of you horny bastards go untouched.”
It was… it was… there was no tacticlol explanation for why he wanted to shove his face into that pit despite how much the cat’s brain was trying to reorient himself to see it as “expedient”, Jake could wrench it away from control of his inner monologue long enough to know he just wanted to absolutely bury himself in that forest even if it was going to fuck him up. He knew that being around that hot lapine that was starting to show strange texturing underneath his russet fur was eroding his body and whittling down his mind faster, but goddamnit Jake felt like he could fucking drape his pants across his rod at this point if it got any more loosened. His libido was in full control as the lapine walked over to one of the leg weight benches, got mounted up on it so that he was laying back at an angle, and kept one of his arms raised. That trainer did not even have to gesture him over, not when Jake found himself starting to stumble forwards all by himself out of sheer need while those slits flared slightly, twin KRCHKH-KRCKCHs sounding off as he stepped and his legs shifted, the ankles pressing back while the feet pushed forwards to make his steps more effortless. Soon, he was stumbling into a digitigrade gait as those altered feet balanced him out further, making those new claws down there push forwards further into his fraying shoes, those ripped socks drawing apart even further and turning into ruined white rags down there as he reached his claws out towards the rabbit’s body. Grasping it was just a precursor, an anchor to the main event, even if he felt so good to massage over, to feel at those hardened curves along his form… M-mmmmfh, he could feel the lapine’s body throbbing under his touch as he shoved his face forwards underneath that heavy arm, let his vision become a mixture of red fur and black shiny hairs…
Jake’s eyes rolled up into his head again as he breathed in deeeeeeep, a loud “Hhhnnnnnnnfffh!” escaping him as that potent scent of conquering masculinity practically surged into his veins through his supercharged olfactory sense, every breath changing him further while also making him more and more dedicated to the man that was letting him pull it in. With every breath, more of Jake’s striped grey coat was beginning to fade away, revealing more and more pink skin that itself was almost getting imprinted by the coloration that was fading away, dark textured stripes beginning to appear across his increasingly hairless body as he huffed in that musk. The claws at his fingers were beginning to get sharper as he pulled them across flesh that was decidedly not that fuzzy anymore on the rabbit’s form, Jake’s digits almost feeling like they were starting to become more claw forwards than anything, the keratin whitening as the tips of his digits were capped by the shifting points. Soon enough, he was trying to hug around that rabbit, finding it harder than it should have been as his arms wrapped the best they could around thickening sides. By this point he knew somewhere in his deeply hazed head that it was not the smell of the man in front of him or even that breakfast that was changing him, it was the fact that he was leaning on those improving senses. What was he going to do, though? Not breathe in ever again? If he was going to be fucked, he wanted to be fucked by… h-haaaah, hiiiiim… Jake melted deeper into that pit as the lapine let out another pleased little growl and squeezed tighter around the cat’s head, able to just feel the way that those lats were surging out to press against his body as he nuzzled into that grip. They were both changing, but the rabbit was changing to put him more in… i-in his place.
Y-yes, oh fuck yes. God, that really did put everything together in his head. Jake let out a soft hiss that was decidedly unfeline but distinctly filled with pleasure as he pushed that elongating tongue out and took a thick lap of that pit fuzz, causing another excited snarl to escape the trainer. “G-good, good fucking choice, give in and become mine…”, the rabbit said with a deepening voice that was starting to become unable to hold back the bass behind it, like there was a subwoofer within him that was constantly thumping within his chest, pushing out when he opened his mouth. The feline’s tongue was beginning to gain that much more flexibility as Jake kept on breathing in, that tip gaining a reptilian taper to it as the rest of it continued to grow out so that he could really angle and press it into that space underneath his arm and tonguebathe the man that the “cat” was starting to find more and more worthy of worship. W-was he changing because he was flexing his dominance over Jake? Why did that thought excite him so thoroughly? H-he was… he was creating his own top, his own master, his own tyrant. God, he hoped that was the case. His increasingly hoarse, yapping inner monologue started going on about, as he nuzzled into that pit, how he could strengthen his chosen dominant’s position in the world, obey his every order with so much competence and honed skill, make him so proud, so happy. He was going to wear the collar and chains that this trainer wanted to put on him with such dedication, like it was armor ready to deflect any blow to his new self away from him.
The increasingly-less-feline’s tongue was not the only thing that felt like it was starting to grow as Jake found himself increasingly awed by the musclebound and possessive lapine that was holding him “trapped” beneath expanding biceps. It started at the base of Jake’s tail, thinning fur looking increasingly more stretched across far too much skin as it waved back and forth. Flesh expanded and drew out, began to take the straight length of that limb behind himself and shift its curling balanced snake-like shape into something more anchored and rooted. That started with the base, drawing outwards above his backside as he continued to worship at his would-be master and beginning to move less like it was pulling through the air behind him and more like it was fanning through it, working that increasing weight around behind himself with ease. That tangible heft was hammering it in more and more that he was not going to be a cat when this was all finished, that he was becoming something… more focused and prepared to serve his tyrant lord. Felines were not ready for the kind of world that was coming. The reptilian creature that was starting to take shape in him as he sucked in another breath, a little twitch working through his increasingly bared ears lightly pulling them down and melting them more into his head, would be more than capable of delivering it to his master.
“I’m gonna love keeping you a-around, hnnnnfh, if you threw yourself at me like t-this then I’m doing you a favor…”, the maybe-a-hare breathed out as he pulled his arm off, showcasing a changed face that was now mostly uncovered grey skin as the reptilian cat hybrid leaned back, eyes half-lidded, tongue still flopped out his mouth. “Keeping you as my sssslut is going to keep you from falling into the hands of anyone that won’t use you like you should be.” Jake panted loudly, unashamedly sucked in more change, fattened the changing cone that was his tail out further and banished away more fur from his body. His tinted skin was starting to grow a touch less squishy as he took in more of that scent, starting to gain a tinge of brown to mix through the grey and change the shade that much more as lines started to groove their way through his skin. This was… this was incredibly fortuitous for him, he realized as his dick twitched and splurted a nice thick gush of precream into his pants, his dick starting to create a large stain in the front of those bottoms as his body was overwhelmed by his own arousal. Fur would simply leave him overheating when he was in the midst of heavy activity, like when his lord was partaking of his body. Scales, sleek and streamlined, were the optimal choice for a servant of a ferocious brute with an appetite to match his musclebound and increasingly thick doorbuster of a body.
The trainer reached a hand down, Jake’s eyes following along with it as drool began to pour down the sides of his beak while his attention was drawn towards that heavy foot and a half cock in front of him, and carved one of his sharp clawpoints through the lycra, his nails starting to look like miniature tusks that pulled back to plated ruby red-scaled fingers. The fabric parted like wrapping paper being opened with a knife, the pumped and swollen dominant with an expanding muzzle grinning down at him in a way that Jake only caught glimpses of as he looked up and then immediately had his focus rocket back towards that throbbing shaft within his outfit. It seemed ready to burst forwards, as if its natural state was not to be covered, to sway freely, to be easily accessed by anyone that he not so much pressed it against as thumped down against. The claw rolled up and then to the side and then down again, creating a flap that he then moved to cut off, that heavy dick rolling forwards and just… A-aaaah, Jake could not help the little squeak that pushed out of his beak as his voice cracked with the next sniff and he went up another octave, pushing himself into a scratchy parody of his former voice that was almost cartoonish in its combination of raspiness and higher tone. Look at the way it rolled forwards and collided down against his overstuffed football of an upper bicep, making the increasingly scaled muscle wobble with its sheer heft plapping down against it. That was a foot and a half of pure unadulterated man, and it was being readied for him as the fitness instructor turned, spread his legs, and sat back.
That thing about panties and jocks dropping? It was so fucking true. Jake could feel his tailhole quiver at the thought of having all of that dick being stuffed down the pipeline and absolutely wrapping his body around it like some kind of increasingly-less-fuzzy fleshlight. He had to have it in him in some way. “Suck it, polish it like it’s a jewel…”, the creature above Jake said as the not-just-a-cat reached out and took that monstrous cock in his claws, staring at it with awe in his blue slit-eyes. “Put that new tongue you’ve got to use, pipsqueak.” Everything about his tyrant lord was making him increasingly trembly with delight and excitement, and not just in the fact that his crotch reeked of his particular odor despite the fact that that dark tuft of crotch fuzz around his massive club of a dick and those achingly full balls was fading away to reveal similar scale markings. That voice… it was now impossibly deep, with a tone that Jake knew could absolutely shake the foundations of the building if he only raised his tone. He radiated control, it surged off of him, and there was nothing more arousing than someone who knew exactly how to order him around… Jake, in another moment of rapidly fading lucidity from underneath the minion-mind that was starting to coalesce permanently around his thoughts, was beginning to realize that he was becoming the kind of person that was a lifestyler when it came to serving this man. Maybe that was not entirely good for him, considering the violent urge to protect that came to mind whenever he thought about the reptilian rabbit coming to harm, but… but the thought of just spending his whole life servicing this man and his rod was taking him over in a way that urged down into him through his libido. It was not entirely of that arousal, though, not something that he would simply forget or think was a mistake when he emptied those balls of his excitement. He… he yearned for this, deep down, to have a firm hand taking control of his life, shepherding him and putting him to some kind of purpose.
He needed to show the large, powerful brute of a man above him just how well he could serve. A brief strategic assessment suggested that trying to take this problem head-on would just lead to a sputtering, choking failure… but taking an approach to engage that vanguard position and limit himself from advancing ahead of his ability to hold ground might at least bear a bit of fruit. Jake felt like he was shoving himself into a thick cloud of that musk again as he opened his muzzle and leaned forwards, one of those enlarging sets of claws from his would-be dominant reaching out and palming his head at the top and leaving Jake able to feel the subtle sensation of bones in the hand rolling around, the whole frame of it beginning to shift larger on him. It felt like it was anchoring him, keeping him in a smooth arc downwards towards the rod, making sure he was perfectly aimed to fall onto that pulsating cockhead that reminded him of a doorknob in its size. He let his lips touch to it, breathed in, held his breath, pushed down…
“G-gglllph… M-mmmh…” It was obviously a little difficult to take in, but he expected that and was prepared for it as he wrenched his eyes closed. His body warped under the heavy use of that nose to take in both oxygen and musk as he let his lips wrap outwards more against the top of that cock, saliva spilling across it as he began to try and put the whole thing in his mouth. Fur wisped and faded away like layers of dust being brushed off of him with some great brush, bristles being left behind in a wave across his form that turned into shortening grey hairs past the extremities, pushing back over his head and down his neck and spine. His receding coat left him looking peach-fuzzed at points with a light dusting of fur and like he was covered with grey moss tight to his body around his back and shoulders and just above that tail. That, too, was losing most of its fur now, working back from its end that was turning into a rounded point as the limb it was a part of continued its transformation into a barely furred cone, the grey veil around its form being removed as new scaled texture poured across the skin with every breath in, like those scales were the tide rolling in and pushing up across the shore bit by bit. It was growing to become twice his size, still limber and dextrous but far less so than its previous shape, carrying more size and power in it. That change in size was too much for the back of his pants, the hole there ripping apart after being weathered weaker by the limb’s growth. As he snorted and tried his best to push himself downwards on it, the scaled beast in front of him starting to press him forwards with a “T-take it down, whelp…”, the probably-not-a-cat-anymore was losing the last of those feline traits as he filled his mouth with flesh, his whiskers seeming to whisp away off his face. His pawpads were starting to pull up on his hands and feet, melding in with the rest of those appendages, leaving the squishy flesh there smoothed over as the extra mass pulled away down to that tail. Those ears were taking their last twitches as the rounded shapes looked more and more stunted on his head, pale fleshy arches that were drawing down further into his head as he sucked and lapped on that domehead, making pleased little snarls and feeling those claws ever-so-lightly placing more pressure on his skull as if to tell him to just keep going. His master, his overlord, his dominant wanted him to scour the last of himself off of his body, and he was more than willing to follow those orders. Whatever pleased his sire most.
It was easier, with time and lubrication, to get used to the feeling of all that dickhead in his mouth. The monster of a lapine in front of him was letting out rumbling snarls, gripping down on the bench and anchoring himself as Jake continued to try to wedge more of that shaft in his mouth, feeling the way that the length was starting to push further past his lips, a little dip of size leading to that girth starting to increase again. “Y-you smell… sooo…” The changing trainer pulled in a deep suck, the weight bench underneath him starting to groan in protest under his growing weight and size. “Meek… pitiful in the best possible way.” Firm, throbbing, hot… Jake could feel the splash of precum dousing the back of his mouth as he reached his hands up and grasped at it like he was trying to luge that sticky fluid down his throat, like he was trying to pipeline as much of that dick in as possible, leaning forwards, repositioning himself as he closed his eyes and let out another pleased little snarl… The reptile wedged him forwards, the sound of something leathery unfolding behind his dom mingling with another one of those pleased sexy snarls. Jake found himself forced to take enough cock that he could feel his jaw starting to ache as it was stretched open from just the first fourth of that dick being pressed in. S-so… so girthy… He gripped on that shaft with both his hands and started to pump at it a bit as he pressed back against that hand on his skull, breathed in, heard another KRCHK from behind himself, around his spine.
He was not done shrinking, and that felt right. That felt so fucking correct. The reptile with the increasingly miniscule feline ears and thickened tail, now barely coated in any fluff at all and a limited angle of movement from its changes, felt the way that bones were pressing and crunching together all over his body. Everything was shortening down now, and not just his spine, although he could feel the vertebrae pushing together there like it had outside of the gym, pressing the would-be minion’s frame that much more slight. He was rapidly losing height, those clothes growing increasingly baggy on his form as he did, his shirt starting to slip downwards and join his pants on the ground as he ended up sizing down, down, eventually leaving him with only those boxer briefs left on his form. His achingly rigid cock was the only thing holding them to his form, the tailhole at the back pulled ragged and beginning to fray apart like the outer clothes. More than that, though, his legs and arms were both beginning to shorten, making him feel all the more like the world was becoming too oversized for him. The more he shrunk, the more that the dragon in front of him grew larger, the red-scaled hulking beast looming over him more and more. Jake was allowed to pull himself off of that shaft as he started to have to tilt his head upwards to take it in comfortably. Eventually, the dragon had to get off of the groaning and collapsing weight bench as his size became too much for it, the heightening beast falling on his knees and pushing his hips forwards, his own body starting to reach upwards to the ceiling as he let out a pleased hiss and spread his thighs. The barely-a-cat stood up and looked over the wyrm’s hard-on. I-It… it wavered there as it kept on growing out to stay proportional to the dragon’s body, pushed out towards his face, and the reptilian found himself practically at perfect level to show that arousal just how skilled he was at taking care of a man’s needs.
Jake hungrily drove himself onto the tip and started to slather his tongue across it, practically making out with it as he felt the way that his shoes were starting to crack open at the tops as he stepped forwards, sharpening claws finally busting out of his sneakers and leaving the kobold absolutely nude as he shed his shoes. The lizard-like creature that he had almost completely turned into would only come up to meet his waist if he was still a cat. He was made to be shadowed by his master’s prominent cock and body, and that worked out perfectly. Let his master bellow his glory to the world, Jake would be in the shadows either taking care of all the little problems that got in his way or preparing to strike from a prime vantage spot at any of his foes that were too stupid to realize that they were not to bother the great wyrm with their attempts to resist his wishes if they wanted to keep their lives. Jake began to roll his hands around that cock, reaching his arms up and stroking and brushing across the sides, finding the veins and giving them extra attention as he nuzzled his face into that dickhead, shuddered and walked forwards. The dragon worked with him, leaned back, let his cock become a tree trunk covered in sap or a massive icicle that Jake was practically trying to clean off with his tongue, hugging tight around it, nuzzling his head in and taking long lolls of that flexible pointed tongue across that surface in front of himself. Those throbs were almost coaxing him to do more to feel them, to make them more prominent, he could not help but desperately begin to press his dick forwards and rub his hips against that heavy length in front of him, pulling his legs open a little bit as he ripped through his own underwear and exposed himself. Soon enough, he was just pressed up against that rod with his whole body, groaning and shuddering as he desperately rolled his hips against the fuckpole in front of him, panting and huffing and snorting and absolutely being basted in the dragon’s fluids as he used his whole form to pleasure him.
In the midst of teasing and caressing at this member that was now practically the size of his body, Jake could feel the shrunken hills that his ears had become giving a few more twitches, the scent of draconic primacy too much for them, before they smoothed down and completely disappeared from view, leaving only subtle holes in the sides of his head behind. The kobold did not notice that last gasp of his feline nature fading away, not when he was too busy mashing his hips up against that heavy rod, shuddering frantically while he ground on that massive pole. He was not going to miss it, either. It was being burned on the sacrificial altar to attain service and sexual pleasure, leaving him in a form more suitable for use. It was not like kobolds lacked claws, either. The word he came back to was “streamlined”. Talons that flicked out, ears, fur… these were all extraneous things that a servant like him did not need. His teeth were sharper, too, having continued to grow out during his changes until they had become like those of a shark. Jake may have been born a free cat, but he was now the useful subject of a dragon, and there were certain things that being a kobold could give him that would make him a stronger combatant and a harder-working instrument of the wyrm’s will in general.
He ended up stuck in that position for a good long while, still continuing to lap and squish and thrust himself against the length in front of him even as it became too big for his body, even as the dragon’s moans started to rise up from several feet above him. That dick continued to cascade precum down onto him like an erratic curtain of fluids as the dragon tensed and groaned, occasionally reaching down and pushing him into that cock with a hand that felt like it took up most of his back, Jake losing it and beginning to put everything into bucking frantically as he did. He could feel the sheer excitement pouring off of the dragon as his owner’s rod began to press back against him too, sandwiching him between those two firm points. The kobold was doing such a good job, something that got reinforced with every gush of precum raining down on him and every throaty and increasingly rumbly grunt and shudder pushing from his tyrant above him. Eventually, the kobold could feel him starting to tense up as the constant deluge of precum above him started to flicker back and forth, making Jake start to move even faster, he was about to get his master to climax, he was so cl-
“T-that’s enough, runt,” the dragon breathed out as he pulled the reptile away from him, two fingers pinching around his waist like a loop and drawing him back as the dragon let out a shuddering breath, that twitching and tensing cock in front of him still showcasing just how primed for orgasm the dragon was… “I need this load for other purposes. We’re wasting too much time playing with each other here. The time is right to build my army…” The dragon brought that tapered snout up, like Jake’s own but writ large, and took a few soft breaths in. “ I smell others like you… others that are in need of control before another swoops in and takes them.”
“Of course, sire!”, Jake blurted out as he was set onto the ground, looking up at the huge dragon and understanding immediately that he was right. “We need to bring them into your service!” He was going to become part of a unified front with other kobolds like him… some of which did not even know they were supposed to be kobolds. Sound plan, if he was a dragon he would have done the exact same thing… and there probably were other dragons out there too that they needed to beat to the punch!
His handler and master looked down at him, delicately lowered a claw… lightly nudged at the kobold’s dick with the bridge of one of the talons. “I can’t have you desperately attempting to relieve yourself using my leg like some mangy animal,” the dragon sneered as he lifted Jake up, the kobold giving out a little desperate yelp as he was squeezed securely between those claws. “I’ll have to deign to make your balls empty themselves before you can offer your proper duties to me.”
“Y-yes, my lord!”, the smaller reptilian yelled out at the top of his lungs as he twisted himself around as best as he could within the dragon’s grasp, planting his ass out between those spread fingers as his tyrant started to reposition himself, getting up and moving away from that weakened bench as he no doubt looked for the clearest spot on the gym’s floor. “Whatever you feel is best!” His dragon was so fucking smart. A clear, level head was what was necessary in order to protect him, and he was going to make sure that Jak-
The kobold let out a sharp “O-oooooohhh!”, eyes going wide as he got an extra huge smile on his face while he felt that draconic tongue expertly pushing between his cheeks and then pressing to his pucker, immediately starting to push against it and prod it open like he was desperately working at some kind of handheld treat. The dragon sat back down again, and there was a loud KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSH as his tail thumped through one of the walls, breaking it apart. Even that amount of destruction was arousing in its own way. His tyrant and ruler was soooooo marvelous, still growing, pushing up towards the sky, emperor of whatever he wanted to take, conqueror of every ass and pussy that could take his girth and would submit to his power. There would be other giants out there soon, behemoths of myth and legend, and the dragon that Jake had given his body and soul to was soon going to lay them just as well as he could have laid anyone in his fitness class.
It was an aphrodisiac on top of the main event right now, the feeling of his body starting to get the message and beginning to open itself up as Jake wiggled around in the dragon’s grip as he kept on pushing his ass back. His flustered little groans started to be joined by frantic yips as his tail kept on thmp thmp thmping on the dragon’s snout, both from the way that he was rocking his ass back into that thick tongue and because his tail was now pounding out his delight on those tough plated scales. Those tail movements were in tune with the feeling of that organ pushing against his rear, pressing against his pucker as it started to get the point and began to open, little by little. Soon, it was spreading, and Jake’s voice curled into an elongated, sultry groan as the tongue began to slither its way in. It was both dextrous where it needed to curl around that resistance and powerful enough when it started to get deep enough that the sheer squeeze of Jake’s tailhole started to hold it back, making sure that it could push through and really, thoroughly fill the contours of his passage as much as possible. The brownish-grey reptile grunted and reached up to squeeze his claws around the top of the dragon’s hand and anchor himself, doing his best to keep on pressing back as he felt his tailhole widen and shrink with the drake’s movements. That former rabbit felt like he was trying to reach and press the flat of his tongue and the tip against as much of Jake’s rear as he possibly could, trying to map it out, and the result was that Jake was starting to find it increasingly difficult to actually try and have any input in how he was being plowed into. Any attempt to clench down was met with the dragon lolling his tongue back and forth and deliberately resisting, pushing against the walls, forcing them to stay open. Any attempt to press back rapidly faded away as the dragon pushed forth, curled, and drew his tongue back again, over and over. This was meant to be something that was done for his benefit, not a shared fuck session… and eventually, Jake gave up and just let the pleasure wash over him, his groans turning into pleased sighs as the dragon kept on tonguing him out with a speed and force that spoke to the dragon wanting to push him into a climax that would hit like an oncoming semi.
At that point, as that tongue continued to practically core Jake out, its girth pressing itself deep into his innards and stretching him out in a way that was both much like being filled with a cock and far beyond any that he had been filled with before, the kobold knew that everything was going to be alright. They were going to build a strong basis for the future together, carve out a small empire from a world that was becoming dissolute, he… h-he… was going to give his overlord this new world, a-and…
Oh fuck that felt amazing. Jake yowled out happily as he felt the dragon’s tongue flick upwards, a blunt push that was overt in its intent to get himself off as soon as possible as it touched on his pleasure button. The kobold straightened out in his grip, tightened up like he was going to plank in that grasp as the dragon gave out a pleased grumble. He had been drawn to someone that fucked, first and foremost. That might have been the most salient point on why the wyrm deserved this new future bouncing around in the kobold’s head right now as he was bounced around on that tongue.
That former personal trainer and would-be conqueror rolled his head forwards like he was trying to imitate a harsh shove forwards with his hips, again and again, working that thick organ over that spot repeatedly, not giving the kobold any time to breathe, any time to try and pace things, any time to try and resist being pushed hard towards that edge. Soon, he was drooling a little bit down that snout, eyes planted practically into the back of his skull as his member twitched and hot lust was billowed through his body with each push. H-his tyrant, his overlord, his master was so skilled, he must have instinctively known the kobold body, how to play it like an instrument, how to pluck that singular high note again and again, the one that rushed pleasure into his head and kept on working his arousal higher within him, that incessant tremble that pushed stronger, and stronger, and stronger!
I-It was happening, it was already happening, Jake’s breathing quickened and turned into exhales pulsing out of him as he rapidly pushed them out, his dick twitching and tensing down against his pelvis. He could not help but start frantically wiggling, feeling the grip on him shifting as if the dragon knew himself just how close he was to letting loose. Even the way he was being held was exciting in its own right, a reminder of just how pitiful he was compared to the creature deigning to eat him out, his dick twitched again at that along with the next press into him, one final push getting him toppling off the edge, making everything quicken to the point where it refused to be held in any longer. His shortened body felt like it was absolutely radiating heat at this point, his senses alight, his nerves singing to him, as everything rose, rose, welled up in his needy and tight shaft, the length pulling back one more time…
“H-hhhssrrrraaaah!”, the kobold yelled out as that first cumshot practically rocketed out of him, the dragon moving to spread his hands so that he was carefully flexing his claw in a v-shape around that crotch, letting him gush out his excitement onto the floor. “H-haaaah, haaaah, haaaaaaaaaah…!”, Jake rasped out as pleasure hammered through him, struck with another flash of that overwhelmingly joyous mind-smashing excitement as another cumshot escaped him, splattered against the ground, left shiny wet splashes and trails on the floor as he added more fluid down there. He groaned frantically, his member releasing swell after swell, started to melt deeper into that grasp and shuddered happily as those heights of excitement shifted within him, transmuted, became a wonderful warm pool that he could float through as the dragon held him there, drawing his tongue out slowly. It practically slithered out of him, worked more excited gasps and delirious moans out of him as it undulated back, brushed and stroked across his innards before it pulled away and left him feeling so very thoroughly empty. He was left in his state, allowed to keep on spilling cumshots out until those gushes became trickles of sticky, stranding white fluid…
“There.” The dragon effortlessly twisted Jake around in his claws so that he ended up cradled in his claws, legs and arms sheathing in between those digits while his wet and leaky shaft continued to pulse and spill outwards onto his own dick, cradled like he was a particularly ripe grapefruit in that hand. “Hurry up and run yourself dry, we have rivals to bring low.”Jake groaned blissfully as he was carried away, legs spread, dick moistening his crotch scales. Serving this huge, magnificent creature was going to be the best thing he had ever done in his life.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Submission in his Genes", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "233" }