A man took a deep breath as he sat in the locker room. He opened up a locker and took off his clothes. He slipped on a football uniform that said 'Juan' just above the number '23' on it. Juan wasn't very strong, but playing football was his dream. He recently made a wish to a genie to become the best football players, but he didn't feel stronger or faster. He felt, and looked the same as before. He wondered if the genie played a trick on him, but he remembered the genie's words. 'You'll get better the more you play it. So just get to playing it and you'll improve.' Although he knew, the concept applied to anything, with or without wishing. "Well, let's just get out there and try my best. The genie wasn't wrong about the first two wishes, they wouldn't be wrong about this one." With his football gear on, he rushed out to the field.

There was only a small crowd for the game today. It was still early in the football season. Most of the people in the crowd consisted of people in either colleges, or the relatives of players. Juan still felt a sense of adrenaline when he raced out to the field with the rest of his team. As he took his position, he wished he had a better role on the team, as he was playing on the right side of the field, which often got little action besides slamming into the person in front of him.

As the game began, Juan performed poorly. He wasn't the best football player, but he also wasn't the worst. He couldn't believe how much worse he was doing though. He began to wonder if that wish really was a dud. Maybe the genie made him a great soccer player instead of a football player. He failed to notice his muscles bulging and growing underneath his outfit bit by bit. It made his tackles easier, but in addition to the growing muscles, he was also getting angrier. His tackles grew stronger; he found the players unable to keep him held down.

Juan felt an incredible sense of pride and accomplishment as he performed better. He was performing on levels that intimidated both the football players on the other team, as well as a few teammates of his own. During the huddle, they repositioned him more towards the center. He was very violent with his next few tackles. He wasn't so violent as to draw blood, but it was enough that it was a penalty as the judges considered his tackles as 'unnecessary roughness', which just angered him. Here he was growing bigger and stronger, yet people tried to put him down for it.

 When he finally had a chance to get the football, he managed to score a touchdown with his incredible speed. He slammed the ball down into the grass happily, just in time to hear a rip from behind him. He turned and noticed a sleek red dragon tail. 'Huh, that's not normal.' He turned back to the other football players. Some pointed at his tail and seemed startled, while others didn't notice. He doubted anyone in the crowd noticed his tail either. With a deep breath, he walked back to the center of the field and felt smoke shoot out from his nose.

Juan's face started to feel strange in his helmet. He noticed a snout growing out from his mask too, and the other football players were catching on. He took off his helmet, and noticed that the players screamed and began to scatter. Juan felt his face and noticed he indeed had a snout. Even his hands changed into green dragon hands with black clawed tips. He chuckled as the others around him scattered, and the crowd, seeing something wrong began to leave, although a select few recorded him. Juan's eyes scanned the crowd that remained, and noticed these few people. While he transformed into a massively powerful creature, he wasn't mad at those people recording him. In fact, he felt a surge of pleasure from others watching. His cock which grew with him, orgasmed the last of his human seed onto the grass beneath him proudly.

Juan's outfit ripped from him entirely as he grew in size. His now naked body showed off his red scales with a growing draconic cock and the sign of two small wings on his back. A terrible odor filled the air when his outfit ripped, and if the people around him hadn't fled from terror, they would likely flee from the scent. The scent was akin to that of a horny dragon mixed with burning embers. Juan didn't seem to mind the smell, but the scent was coming from him. His body continued to grow and swell and he fell onto his hands and feet. His tail lashed as he grew to the twenty-foot mark, and he growled at the audience, which sent many of them running.

Juan felt so much bigger and stronger, and he looked that way. His muscles bulged, his cock pulsed, and he was a fierce dragon that no human would try to contend. He flapped his wings. They grew nearly as big as his thirty-foot body was. He remembered his first two wishes were the standard immortality and infinite wealth, which the genie said he would get after he fulfilled his third wish.

Juan looked around as his eyes changed into that of a dragon's own. He took a deep breath in, and breathed a spout of fire directly into the air. Whatever humans recorded him quickly dispatched after that performance. He smiled with his many sharp teeth, and flapped his wings just enough to get him off the ground. The genie didn't grant his wishes in quite the way he wanted, but he was happy all the same. As a massive dragon, he flew off into the night sky. His nose picked up the scent of a cave filled with riches, miles away from humanity, and he intended to find it and hoard it all to himself. 
