"And...done."
Brandon cracked his knuckles and looked over his work with a smirk on his face. Brandon wasn't much of an artist, but he had recently developed a taste for powerful dragons, and he figured he could try his luck at one. A few hours later, Brandon had drawn a purple and black dragon with silver scales on her sides, and blue claws. While it wasn’t the most detailed drawing, it was one Brandon was satisfied with as his first try. "Now...do I upload it, or do I just trash it." He asked himself with a chuckle as he readjusted his glasses.

"Ah fuck it, what the hell." Brandon threw his arms up in the air, and hit upload. He typed in a quick description of the dragon, and named it Raysa. He didn't focus much else on the details of the dragon, and just noted it was something he drew since he had nothing else to do for those hours. Once he uploaded it, he immediately turned off his computer, and went to bed. It was already quite late anyways, and Brandon had a job to go to in the morning. Brandon went into the bathroom and looked over his tan body, short brown hair, and generally fairly average body underneath a t-shirt and pajama pants. He brushed his teeth, used the bathroom, and then went back to his bedroom, and went to bed.

During his sleep, Brandon found himself in Tokyo, surrounded by many countless Japanese that went about their day as any other. Brandon couldn't describe their faces incredibly well, nor the scenery around him. There was a large fog that hid much of the surrounding area, although he could make out tall buildings, and a large body of water off in the distance.

Suddenly, the large body of water began to rise up, and underneath the water was a massive dragon, the very dragon that Brandon had drawn and uploaded onto the computer. This dragon in particular was far more fleshed out than the version Brandon had drawn though. This dragon was clearly a female based on the slit between its legs, marked by a light glowing blue color on her purple-pink scales. The purple-pink scale color ran straight up the center of the dragon and ended just below her neck.  The rest of her arms and legs were covered in black, except for her glowing blue claws. Her tail also ended in white scales, and almost looked as if they were a crag of some sort, and likely just as hard, too. There were other white scales that covered her upper thighs, as well as her wrists, arms, and shoulders. Speaking of arms, this dragoness had four of them. She also had two large wings as long as her arms could stretch. The sides of the wings were covered in the white sharp spikes, and while the back of the wings were black, the interior of them were purple.
The dragoness's head was black with sharp almost crystal-like spikes that surrounded its face as if it were a crown of sorts. She had black hair, but as the hair went down her head, it changed to a light blue color, the same color as her eyes. There was what looked like a center jewel right in her forehead where the 'crown' she had was located on, and she had pristine white sharp teeth.

Brandon stared at the creature with wide eyes in disbelief. The other people around him began to shout in Japanese, a language Brandon just could not understand, though he wasn't focused on all of those people anyways. He stared up at the giant dragon as it emerged. The fog still hid much of the city, though the massive dragon was clear. Her clawed feet could have easily crushed Brandon. Hell, her big toe was enough to smash his head open. Deep down though, Brandon knew this was a dream. This was far too unrealistic to have been otherwise. He wanted to speak, but he just stared up at the massive creature.

The dragon looked around with a frown, then her massive body noticed Brandon. She leaned down her head and, while it was slow to her, it felt like a massive gust of wind struck Brandon's body, and it was a struggle just to stay in one place. The dragoness placed her head on the ground, and her eyes stared directly at Brandon. "I thought you'd be more afraid of me." She spoke in a deep, feminine voice. She grinned to show off her massive pristine white fangs. It would have been effortless for the dragoness to swallow Brandon whole.

Brandon's eyes were wide as he stared at the dragoness. The many other nondescript people around him, the buildings, none of it mattered anymore. He was solely focused on her. "It's a dream." he replied, quietly. "I don't know how it is, but I know it is. You can't hurt me." He sounded calm, but he felt his heart pound underneath his chest. For a dream, this felt very realistic.

"Maybe," the dragoness opened her mouth, and blew a warm puff of air at Brandon. "But, give it time. I'll soon become more real than you will never realize."

Brandon felt the hot air strike his face. He knew that sometimes, though incredibly rarely, the brain could help stimulate things that a dream might do, but it could never simulate things such as pain and heat. Brandon kept his eyes shut, and wrinkled his noise. "Yeah...right." he mumbled, although it sounded to him as if he had just said that in more in just the dream.

Brandon lost his focus for the rest of the night. He knew there was more to the dream, but his brain just couldn't focus enough to remember it by the time he opened his eyes to wake up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock. Brandon smacked his clock, and pulled himself out of bed with a sigh. "Why I took the morning shift, I'll never know." He muttered to himself. He got out of bed, stretched, and walked to the bathroom. Brandon's pajama bottoms and t-shirt felt off to him. He could feel his belly partially exposed, as if he were showing a midriff, yet no matter how much he pulled down his shirt, it just didn't stay down. He knew his pants were pretty high up too. It wasn't that Brandon was fatter though, he looked at himself in the mirror and, while his waist was slimmer and his rear larger, it was nothing alarming or drastically changed enough for him to worry about it. "Ugh, whatever." Brandon tossed off his clothes, and took a hot shower to wake himself up. He failed to notice the other changes about his body, including a lack of body hair, his own hair a few inches longer, and his cock that was just barely an inch smaller, though his testicles remained the same.

Brandon showered quickly, dried himself off, and then he put on a white shirt with white dress pants, his work uniform. He grabbed his wallet, as well as his notebook and cell phone, and went off to work without a second thought. To him, the morning was as normal as any other morning, just one where he had to work, and he was still a bit groggy about it too.

Brandon arrived at his job, a standalone pharmacy, though it was also a convenience store. He got out of his car, and grumpily walked inside. Like so many other people, he loathed his job. In this particular case, his job was quite boring, especially during the morning. The pharmacy part of the store where he worked in was located in the back, a drive-thru was included. At the pharmacy, on the other side of the counter, Jason was there. Jason was, at least sort of, a friend to Brandon. He wore the same outfit, though he had shorter blonde hair, and blue eyes.

"You look like a monster disturbed you in your sleep." Jason said when Brandon got to the back counter of the pharmacy. "Or you're the monster that got no sleep." He added with a chuckle. "Need some caffeine in your system?"

Brandon shot Jason a frustrated glare, though the glare quickly faded. "Just...just a rough night is all." His clothes felt uncomfortable on his body, and he felt much more irritable than normal, granted it was early in the morning and he hadn't even eaten anything yet. "What's there to do today?"

"I took care of all of the refills, we got a truck coming in at noon to restock everything." Jason shrugged. "There's not a whole lot to do except check for expired things in the store, and I checked all the stuff that nobody shops for, so...hope you brought your phone with you."

Brandon wasn't sure whether to be happy, or sad that there was no work to do at his job. "Fine, I'll be in the back checking inventory if you want to take the calls for refills. Let me know if a big order comes." Brandon opened up a white door to a stockroom. The stockroom was fairly plain with stone walls and wooden shelves. On the shelves were white containers with prescription bottles, and on those bottles was the name of a drug. There was also a small table at the far end, with a machine for mixing drugs, as well as various measuring labels for dosing.

Brandon mentally groaned at the sight. He grabbed a sheet of paper with a marking for inventory, and just based the inventory count off of last time's count. As he got started, his phone vibrated once, then again, and again. Brandon pulled out his phone, and expected it to be just spam about News, but when he saw what the notification was, he casually shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, neat, someone liked my..." Brandon paused.

He looked at just how many notifications he had gotten in the middle of the night, well over 100. There was a combination of likes, and comments, all from the one picture he drew and posted. Brandon's account was a nameless nobody with a generic picture of an anime guy with brown hair, and a few favorite pictures and stories here and there, but no content himself. "How the hell...did this picture become a meme?" he swiped up, logged into his account, and took a look himself at the picture, and the many comments about how good it was, and how great the picture looked, as if it was the real thing. Brandon raised a brow at the realistic comments, knowing full well it was a 2d picture, and little else. "This is...unbelievable."

As Brandon scrolled through the many comments, he paused at one comment in particular. This comment was a response to another. The first comment wished that the dragoness Brandon made could have been real, and there was a reply below it that said 'anything is possible' underneath. It was who said the comment though, that made Brandon do a double take. The comment came from Brandon's own account. "The hell?" he knew he didn't type in that comment. With a confused grimace, he changed his password, and then closed his phone. He couldn't stay on his phone for long at work, his boss would likely just catch him at the most inopportune time and scold him for it. He decided to get to work on what he promised earlier, and take care of inventory. This time, he actually counted everything, if only to get his mind off of the picture, and his account making an odd post.

A few hours into work, Brandon quickly got bored. Jason went into the back now and then to get some pills, but outside of that, it was an incredibly boring shift. Brandon found himself spending more time drawing a piece of paper than he did actually working. He just drew whatever his mind thought of at the time, and his mind thought of that dragon. He wasn't sure why, but he just couldn't get her out of his head. He blamed the inability to get her out of his head on how much attention his first drawing was getting. "It wasn't THAT good..." he muttered to himself.

Brandon lost track of time at work. He went between drawing, and inventory. There was little action that required him to actually even leave the stock room, although each time he did, he noticed the person that needed assistance was Japanese. Brandon didn't discriminate, but he knew he didn't live in Japan, and it was odd how many Japanese people were coming in for prescriptions today. Brandon just dismissed it as pure coincidence, and went about his work shift as per normal, having finished the drawing of the dragoness by the time his shift was over.

Brandon had only used a pencil to draw the dragoness. Brandon drew the dragoness the same way he drew her the first time, just in a different pose, this time with her back turned to the viewer to reveal her sharp scales. She looked at the viewer with a wicked grin and showed off her white fangs. It almost looked as if she were trying to hide her nudity, but she was being playful about it. Brandon even added some side cleavage to the picture. He also made sure to include her plump rear, and her four arms. Her upper arms reached upwards to the sky, while her lower ones held onto her back. The back of the dragoness's head had dark blue hair that lightened the more it traversed down her body. The hair just ended below her shoulders, and glowed faintly. Brandon had put a surprising amount of detail in the dragoness in such a short period of time.
Brandon double checked his drawing with a small smile, slightly proud of his work. Sure, he didn't focus much on his job, but he got inventory done, as well as helped out a few people, basically, he had done his job.

Brandon left the afternoon and went about his day as normal. He didn't think too much about how weird his clothing felt, or how much stranger he felt between his legs. He had to pull down his shirt more than once, but he just dismissed it as his clothes shrinking in the wash. He carried the drawing with him when he did his errands, but he didn't bother to show it off to anyone. That was for the internet to see.

Brandon got home at around dinner after having purchased fast food. He uploaded the image, and played a few computer games, fairly standard stuff for him. He noticed that his second image was getting even more likes and comments than the first. He was in disbelief of how popular that dragoness was, but he just passed it off as maybe a natural talent he had. "Maybe I can try to draw something else tomorrow." He said to himself, jokingly. "Maybe the internet is just that perverted for dragons."

Brandon double checked the many comments on the new picture, just to make sure his account hadn't posted anything. He noticed nothing out of the ordinary, and just went to bed like any other normal night.

Brandon's new dream had similarities to last night's, but at the same time, it was different. This time, Brandon woke up, and HE was the massive giant in Japan. He was as huge as the dragoness was that he dreamt of last night, and he looked down upon the city below him in disbelief. He heard the many people below yelling in a language he couldn't understand. He watched as they pointed at him and ran off screaming.

Brandon wasn't sure what to do. He was a giant in a dream. Part of him wanted to just have fun with it. He raised a hand, but then he paused as he raised that hand.

Brandon turned to his side, and he noticed two massive black claws he raised. He turned to his other side and saw two more hands, and then straight down to see massive tits. Brandon just didn't dream of himself as a giant, he dreamed of himself AS the dragoness, as Raysa.

I am obviously fixated WAY too much on her. He thought to himself. Brandon was well aware he was dreaming, and he tried to think of something different in his dream to change things, yet no matter what he thought of, he couldn't change the scenario. He was a she, and a massive dragon monster. Brandon stomped his foot angrily, and he heard the slam sound like an earthquake as his clawed dragon feet left an imprint on the road.

Why am I dreaming of THIS?! Why can't I wake up? Brandon thought to himself. He grit his sharp teeth as he glanced around at the scene of Japan, and how detailed it was. He just wanted to wake up, or dream of something else, although he hated to admit it, but being in the body of Raysa felt pleasurable. He could feel his body in the 'awake' world grow aroused. He had the odd sensation of a phantom erection. "Now I'm getting turned on by her body." he said out loud, and paused as he heard himself speak in a deep feminine voice.

Brandon thought if he wasn't going to wake up, and if he was feeling this aroused, he may as well take advantage of it. "Fuck it..." he muttered to himself. He slowly lowered his lower arms to his crotch while his upper ones worked on his large pair of tits. He felt a sense of realism that he hadn't felt in dreams before as he fondled his tits, and his other hands worked his vagina. He wasn't even sure how he controlled both sets of arms so well, just that he did, and he wasn't going to complain about it.

There came a point in Brandon's dream where he felt himself orgasm in his sleep, and it was then that his eyes closed, and then slowly reopened back in his bed with one arm on his chest, and another at his crotch. He blinked a few times as he started to wake up, though his eyes slowly widened at the sight below him. His chest, the same chest he had one hand on, had developed into a small 'A' cup pair of tits. Brandon wasn't exactly fat enough to have the infamous 'man boobs' so to speak, plus as his hand rested on his chest, he felt an odd increase in sensitivity. Worse yet, he felt strange between his legs. He reached down and, while he felt his cock, it felt smaller than he remembered.

Calm down Brandon. You just woke up...it's... Brandon thought to himself, and then he glanced to a clock. He had a good hour before he actually had to go to work. "Still early...maybe I'm just...just out of it." Brandon thought that had to have been it. It was early, he woke up even earlier than when he normally did, he just must not have been fully awake yet.

Brandon crawled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He pulled off his pajama clothes, and then looked at himself in the full length mirror. He couldn't deny how different he looked now.
Brandon's hair was a few inches longer. His face softened, his waist was a bit smaller while his ass and hips were larger, as was that breast he had. He looked like a cross between a man and a woman, though still with the muscles of a man. "The fuck happened to me last night?" Brandon didn't even care his crotch was wet with his seed, he was too worried about his slightly altered appearance to do anything about it.

Brandon looked away from the mirror, and back down at his body. His head kept drifting to the image of Raysa, but he didn't see any dragon parts on him, at least yet. "Ugh. Maybe I'm still dreaming." He shook his head rapidly. Maybe I need a shower, or caffeine, SOMETHING. Nobody just wakes up looking this weird. He thought to himself. He was thankful he didn't work that day, but it did little to help his situation.

Brandon started up the water, took off his clothes, and helped himself to a shower, and as the hot water rushed over his naked body, he looked down at his chest, and his arms. He still had the muscle tone of a male, but with a build that also looked feminine. "This is unbelievable. Something has to be up...maybe I need to visit the doctor or something. Maybe it's some sort of disease." He knew of no such illnesses that could transform a body, at least rapidly.

Brandon's shower was quick. He did not want to explore his body any more for fear of what else different he might find about it. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off before he put on new clothes, different clothes that used to fit him well, but his jeans were so tight around his waist they dug into his skin slightly, as well as exposed his bare hairless ankles to the world. Brandon's shirt didn't cover up his belly either, and it felt tight around the shoulders. It wasn't that Brandon was growing fat, it was just that, in addition to looking more feminine, he was also at least half a foot taller, although his growth was proportionate. He grew both taller, and wider.

Brandon was uncertain about what he should do. He picked up his cell phone, ready to call a doctor and do some research on what was happening to his body, but before he did, he noticed his account had gotten a message from a person regarding 'permission' for something. Curiously, Brandon checked the message on his account where he had posted the two drawings. "This person...made a comic of Raysa?" he had to admit that the person must have made that comic really fast. Brandon wasn't expecting a good quality comic, but as he checked out the image to the front page, he noticed it was actually really good. It looked as if someone had drawn Raysa in granite. The more Brandon inspected the front page though, and the more he looked into the comic, the more he slowly realized something. The comic the person had created of Raysa was of the exact same dream he had when he first met Raysa. He hadn't told anyone of his dream, it was just too crazy of a dream to even bring up to anyone to begin with. To see the dream put into real format though, by a total stranger who never even knew of Raysa, or Brandon, that absolutely frightened him.

"That didn't help me decide what to do at all!" Brandon frustratingly walked over to his window, opened it up, and then froze in place. He rubbed his eyes, and then stared outside again. He could only explain the sight he saw outside as impossible. "I-I'm asleep. That has to be the only explanation."

Brandon was looking outside from a tall building. No longer was Brandon in his own country, but now he was in the country of Japan, and a busy city by the looks of it. It had the resemblance of New York, although the world was more foggier compared to that city, and the buildings had an art style about them that was not American. Brandon could make out neon lights and signs that read in Japanese, and when Brandon turned on his television, sure enough it was tuned to Japanese television. Brandon could not make out heads or tails about what they were speaking, but he saw subtitles that explained all that he needed to know.

"I'm in the same city in my dream." He said to himself, and breathed quickly in and out. He looked at his body, and then outside again. "I'm not becoming her...right?" He was even less sure what to do now than before. He checked his driver's license, he checked his address, yet everything he looked at gave him the Japanese address. It seemed as if nothing else had really changed, just that he was now in Japan. "What about my job?" Not that Brandon liked his job, but it was something that put money on the table. Brandon paced his home back and forth in disbelief. It was as if his entire place had just been magically relocated by an unseen force, a force he wished he knew what caused it so he could undo these changes. At the same time, something made him feel empowered by the new alterations. If he was truly becoming something, someone else, he knew Raysa was strong, powerful, she had the capability of growing giant, something Brandon already was bigger and taller, so much so that his clothing strained to stay on his body.

"Maybe it won't be so...no, come on I don't want to become a girl." He grabbed onto his cock and balls with a sigh. He knew something was different about them, though as he held onto his shaft, he felt a pulsing sensation between his legs at the thought of becoming powerful. He quickly let go, and then looked back outside to change his focus on something else. "The fuck am I supposed to do here anyways?!" he said out loud, mostly to himself. "Friends, family...okay none of whom I ever kept that much in contact with anyways, what the hell happened to all of them?!"

Brandon tried to wrap his head around how he got into Japan, and how he could get out. He still wanted to convince himself that this was a dream, but if it were, it was the most damn realistic dream he had ever been in. "Fuck it." Brandon tossed on a black shirt with jeans. His shirt felt ready to rip at his own spine, and the top part of his jeans dug into his ass, but he didn't care. "If this is a dream, I may as well just play along with it." He grabbed his wallet, and went out the door.

The exterior of Brandon's room now was that of an apartment hallway. The design of the building was made so a path circled around to the apartment rooms, while in the center of the building stood the stairway and three elevators. Brandon's room had been placed on the 20th floor, fairly high, but that was the least of his concerns. He made his way to the elevators, pressed the down button, and glanced around at the scenery. Everything looked both so alien, yet at the same time, so familiar. I can't believe this. I never even specified where the fuck Raysa lived. Maybe I didn't want her living in Japan, maybe I wanted her to live in Italy or something! He thought to himself. He knew he didn't speak a spec of Japanese, and he had no idea if anyone else was even going to understand him. Not that it mattered to his particular situation. He knew nobody would have ever believed him, much less been able to help him.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a wood-finish interior with handles. Brandon stepped on inside, and went down the elevator. He wasn't even sure where he was going at this point besides just exploring. I guess...what do I even know about Raysa? He thought to himself. He didn't think he would actually be becoming his character. He hadn't thought much of what she was like, much less what he should even do. Maybe, I have to determine her job? I just...go somewhere and start working? The fuck would a dragoness even work at?

The elevator stopped, and Brandon got off. He couldn't shake the feeling of pulsing between his legs, and it bothered him, though not nearly as much as his situation in his new location in the world did. Maybe I can change where Raysa lives. Maybe I can develop her. I barely fucking fleshed her out, after all. He kept thinking to himself. He left the apartment complex, and walked onto the streets of Japan. While it was foggy, it was easy to make out the hundreds of people, many of whom looked identical to one another in a gray business suit, black hair, and dark skin, with very little variation between one another. Brandon knew this was in no way what the real Japan should have looked like, yet this was HIS Japan, the one HE dreamt of, and the one that one person made a comic of. The only thing this city was missing was an attack from a rampaging dragoness, but Brandon just hoped that wasn't happening, or at the very least, he was going to be the dragoness.
No. What am I thinking?! I don't want to BECOME that creature. He thought to himself as he stared at the many countless people.

But maybe, just maybe I can put some control in her. He then thought to himself. With a deep breath, Brandon walked across the street over to a fast food place that was inside another large building. But first, I need to eat something. He was too afraid to speak out loud in fear that he might say something that made his situation worse, not that he knew how speaking out loud could make it worse. He was just that paranoid about it. Luckily for Brandon, the fast food joint had a large touch screen where he could place his order in English. He grabbed himself a cheeseburger, fries, and soda, a fairly standard meal. As he waited for his order, he looked around the fast food place. It had no drive-thru, but with how many people were inside, it very clearly did not need one, the place was very busy! He heard his number, and then got his food by paying with his credit card. He wasn't sure what the amount he paid translated to in terms of dollars, but he didn't care about such things.
With food in hand, Brandon then made his way back to his room, now a single bedroom apartment.

Brandon sat at his computer, and looked over the first picture he drew of Raysa. "I don't see her being a big giant. Maybe she can GROW to such things...but I don't want to go through with that." He said to himself, now free to speak without anyone nearby. "I just...ugh..." Brandon began to draw another picture of Raysa, though this time he drew her differently. He drew her taller than most people, but nowhere near big enough to crush buildings, 8'11 at most. He wasn't sure what made him decide on that height, just that he wanted something more...realistic, so to speak. "And I can't be living in fucking Japan. Not that I don't like the country. Fuck, I'd love to visit the real place someday, but I can't live here not knowing their language." Brandon wasn't sure where he would want to live as a dragoness though, if he couldn't control himself becoming her at least.

He decided that she should live in an isolated area, an area humans couldn't get to. As he drew her, he included her name, height, and pointed out that she lived in a place known as the 'Cold Lands', a place humans could not access, but a place where Frostheart dragons, the kind of dragon that Raysa was, definitely could. He wasn't sure where he was getting these ideas from, just that they popped into his head, and he rolled with them. "Maybe transformation needs to be one of her primary abilities...if fate is going to fuck me over, I'm going to make sure I can damn well turn back into myself!" He wasn't even sure who he was talking to.

Brandon finished up his artwork, and glanced over his new work. This was a shorter Raysa with two arms instead of the four he had drawn before. Her wingspan was massive- almost double her height. Raysa's tail also was almost twice as long as she was tall, but Brandon wanted her to look elegant. She still had the same scales with white tips on her on places of her body, such as her head, thighs,  shoulders, the base of her tail, and then at the very tip of her tail too. "This will have to do." He muttered as he uploaded the picture. He wasn't sure if uploading made a difference or not, he just had to hope to have at least some control over himself. Deep down, he thought about trying to draw himself and his normal life, but he doubted he could pull it off. Despite drawing Raysa incredibly well, he wasn't an artist.

Brandon looked at the new image of Raysa online, and he felt a pulsing sensation between his legs. He still very much knew he had his cock and balls, although deep down, he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to keep them. It was one thing to transform into a dragon, but a female dragon made him feel embarrassed. He spread his legs, and reached down to his sex. He didn't even want to get a look at what it had become now, although as he pressed his fingers into his testicles, he gasped as his cock suddenly leaked cum. It wasn't that he was fully aroused or pleasured, it was just that his balls just suddenly leaked out his seed in the open. "W-what the hell?"

Brandon pulled down his pants quickly to see his testicles shrank as he leaked his seed, and he couldn't stop it. He had leaked almost twice as much as he would have normally came before it stopped, though his balls were a good third smaller than they once were, they looked almost childish in appearance. "Ugh...can't you think of a more dignified way to make me a woman?!" he spoke angrily, but he still wasn't sure what he was talking towards.
As he looked down at his sex, he noticed there was a faint blue glow with it, a glow with purplish colored skin that surrounded it.

Brandon just tried his best to ignore his sex, and went about his day on the computer as he normally did. Part of him was tempted to explore this new world he had been placed in, but deep down, he feared what might happen to him if he did. He spoke not the language of anyone around him, so if he got lost, who knew if he would have found his way back. He was also frustrated at whatever was changing him, whether it was fate, or some overwhelming powerful person just having fun, he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of giving in and taking today different than any other day. His skin took on a sickly darker color as the day went on, except for the front part of his toro and legs, which looked much more purplish, though on human skin, it looked as if the skin had been exposed to extreme cold, even if Brandon physically felt just fine. Brandon was determined not to look in a mirror though, even as he felt slight pain in his teeth and face. "Just...don't freak out. Whatever the hell is changing you probably just wants to make you panic, or maybe give some kind of show. Just don't give in..." he mumbled to himself as he went about his day on the computer. He only got up to use the bathroom, get a bite to eat, and walk around the house in general. He didn't look outside, nor did he look at his television. He was not going to get attached to whatever new reality he had been thrown into.

As the sun went down, Brandon took the time to go to bed much earlier than normal. He could only hope that the next time he woke up, that he'd be somewhere different. His phone and computer had been popping up tons of notifications about his latest artwork, but he didn't care about the fame of having a popular character. As he went to bed, and didn't even bother to change out of his clothing, he laid there looking up at the white ceiling. Something crept into his mind. "...am I replying to all of these comments and not even knowing it?" He recalled the first time he saw his profile post a comment, one he knew he didn't make. He hadn't really paid too much attention to the comments since then, but he wondered just how much of himself he was going to lose. He closed his eyes, and quietly drifted off to sleep.

Brandon had no dreams that night, at least ones that he could recall. He awoke the next morning, and this morning, he found himself still in the exact same room as before, although the fog was far clearer, and when Brandon looked out the window, there was no denying he was in Japan, or at least, something that looked like Japan. At the same time, when he turned to see the window, he noticed his entire body was different.

Brandon's body had a very feminine shape. He woke up nude too. A look at him from afar could have easily mistaken him for a woman. He was dressed, but his clothing did little to hide his changes. He had boobs, there was no denying it now. By his guess, they looked to be as big as a mid B cup. He placed his hands on his sides, and gently traced downwards. His waist was slim, but his hips and ass were large.  His body was mostly black, but smooth. His front however was purplish with signs of scales, though when he felt them, they felt more like bumps. He was also undeniably taller. He must have guessed he gained twice the height, although it was proportionate to the rest of his body.

Brandon then reached down to feel something he was very concerned about, his cock. He knew how much smaller it had become before. He could barely feel his balls last night! Today, he couldn't feel them at all, just a soft feminine slit. Brandon shivered as his delicate fingers ran across his nether lips. It felt a little strange though, and not just because he was much more of a she. While Brandon could feel nether lips, he couldn't feel them open. Hesitantly, he slid a finger between them, and he didn't feel them grow wet. He felt a hardness, as tiny as it was, in front, and when he felt it, and looked down, he noticed it was what appeared to be the clit that grew hard, although upon closer inspection, Brandon could see that it was his cock, at least what USED to be his cock. His balls had since long vanished, but his shaft was now pathetic in size, a few inches, and that was when it was erect. He could feel the tip of his pathetic cock drip seed, but not from an orgasm.

"I really am becoming her..." Brandon said quietly to himself. He noticed his fingernails, toenails, and even his crotch had taken the light blue hue that he had drawn on Raysa, and that there were rock hard scales growing on him. As he looked down on the city of Japan, he imagined himself crushing people, and stomping on the buildings. He was nowhere near that height, but he could feel a power surge through his body that he couldn't explain. Brandon, the normal Brandon, would have no desire to be so evil, but not Raysa. "Uhn...get a hold of yourself, you're not even..." Brandon put his palm onto his head, and turned away from the window. The tail of his that had grown lashed out behind him, and smacked the glass. The hard shards that grown at the tip of his growing tail were hard enough to visibly crack the glass.

Brandon swiftly turned his head to see the cracked glass. While he didn't smile, part of him felt happy deep down. He was really becoming stronger, and he could feel himself growing, even though he was already so tall. "I had made this whole new area for her though, I...uhhnn..." Brandon stumbled forward as a sense of vertigo took hold. He suddenly felt the top of the ceiling with his head, and his bare dragon feet touch the ground beneath him. He was definitely taller than the last picture he drew of her. If I'm becoming as tall as when I first drew her, or as big as the one in those comics... Brandon thought to himself. His eyes glanced around frantically from wall to wall before he looked at the doorway. "I need to get out of here!"

Brandon quickly opened up the doorway to get out. His body continued to grow, seemingly more rapidly now that he was aware he was growing larger and bigger. He knew the elevator wasn't an option with his growing size, so he opened up the door to the stairwell and used that. His ever growing tail dragged behind his naked body. He was too worried about being stuck in a building to notice wings also grew from his back.

At the same time, he doubted the building would crush him if he grew out of it. He would sooner likely end up crushing the building, and deep down, he enjoyed that idea more than he liked to admit.

As Brandon raced downward, his heart pounded, and his changes quickened with his pulse. He could feel the air grow cold around him, and his tail dragged on. For every flight he made it down, his tail felt an extra two steps behind him, growing proportionately with him, and also growing bigger on its own. He could feel his snout pushing out, his hair turning smooth, he knew he was becoming that dragoness, Raysa, and by running, part of him felt he could outrun the transformation, although deep down, he knew he could not. He felt phantom limbs below his arms inspect his body, unaware he was gaining extra muscles below his armpits. Five stubby tips appeared, and slowly pushed outwards into arms as Raysa made it down to the tenth floor of the building, although he had grown so tall he was twice the height of the doorways, and he practically took up the entire width of the staircase, but not the stairwell. He had no idea how he was going to get out of there, but he had no intention to grow so big that he would destroy the floors he was on and fall to the ground.

Brandon made it to the very bottom floor. He could feel his tail so big that the tip of it was on the floor above him. His body was slowly converting his skin into scales. The black part of his skin was smooth, but the purple parts became rough. Large hard crystals developed on the sides of his feminine thighs, but Brandon wasn't concerned about that anymore. He reached down to the door, and opened it up. The door was so tiny to him by now that it looked as if it were part of some silly dollhouse. He knew he wasn't going to get out of the stairwell without breaking some walls.

Just as Brandon's eyes turned a glowing light blue, he turned around to the outer wall of the staircase, the idea of smashing the wall to get out sounded appealing to him, as much as he disliked violence. With a grimace, he rolled his hand into a fist to hide his glowing blue nails, and slammed it into the concrete wall. He didn't apply all of his force, just in case he wasn't strong enough, but the strength he applied was more than enough to shatter a hole, and reveal the outside world.

Brandon stared with wide eyes at the hole he had just created. He didn't want to admit it, but it felt...good...to create a hole like that. He knew the world was not going to accept him for who he was, and if he couldn't fix himself, then maybe he should punish the world. He reached back again, but before he could punch another hole, he felt an arm that was not there before slam into the wall instead to create a new hole. Brandon looked down, and noticed that he was growing another set of arms, just like he had first seen Raysa before. "This shouldn't feel so good to be so bad..." 

Brandon grunted as he continued to grow. He felt his head tap against the bottom of one of the staircases. "Fucking..." he could feel his aggression rise within him. He did not want to be stuck in that stairwell forever. His wings were already growing to the point of where they couldn't even stretch out fully. With a grimace, Brandon rushed forward, and smashed the wall with his feminine body to free himself of the building, and finally get out into Japan, or at least, the Japan that he had been placed in.

Brandon was greeted with a breath of fresh air once free of the constricting building behind him. He breathed in deeply, and smiled. His smile faded as he shivered, and his small cock between his legs let loose a spurt of seed, the last of his humanity, and manliness as the nub of his cock became his clit, and his nether lips parted to reveal a feminine light blue glowing vagina between Brandon's legs. No longer was Brandon male, but now he was a she.

Brandon walked out of the building, and onto the streets. His growth measured as tall as two stories, and he was still growing. He looked down at the sight of the many Japanese folk that looked up at him into a panic. He grimaced at the sight of them as he continued to outgrow them, and the buildings. "Pathetic..." he mumbled under his breath. He knew these humans weren't going to accept him for his new form. He didn't want them to be running around with fright, he just wanted to live out his normal life, but he knew that was impossible now. Not unless he was changed again, and he doubted that he would change back to his normal human self anytime soon.

Brandon had no desire to actually crush these people underneath his foot, something he knew he could do easier and easier as he grew three stories. His body was fully female, and he stretched out his arms, his new lower pair cracked multiple times as they stretched, although they moved in sync with his top pair as he wasn't quite used to controlling four arms. His tail lifted upwards in the air to reveal a light blue anus, and that same tail smashed one of the smaller buildings nearby. Brandon couldn't help but smile as his dragon ears picked up the noise of the smashing. "Well...maybe this is a dream, maybe this is reality, but if people aren't going to like me for who I am, and if it was people that made me this way somehow, then I may as well enjoy myself."

Brandon's height continued to skyrocket. Four stories, five, in a matter of minutes, she was soon competing with that very same building that she woke up in moments ago. Brandon could no longer call herself male, she had the vagina, the ass, the hips, the bust, she was female, and she was Raysa.

Raysa's tail smashed buildings behind her, and with each step she took, she felt her growing dragon feet leave imprints on the road, and smash cars as if they were nothing. She started to care less and less for people. Crushing one particular person didn't matter, she just wanted to break buildings and have fun, so what if humans were in those buildings she broke? Had they been in her feet, they would have done the same thing. With each building smashed, and each crush made with her feet, she forgot more and more about her past life until there was soon nothing left but Raysa.

With one more building crushed, one Raysa didn't pay much attention to what kind of building it was, just that she had fun hearing the crumbling sound, and feeling the debris underneath her claws, she looked over to a nearby city with a wicked grin.