I can't believe this. Brandon thought to himself as he re-read the letter he had obtained in the mail. It had to have been a mistake. He had not only been assigned to an anger management class, but he had apparently already 'completed' it, and all he had to do was avoid getting angry, or stressed, or anything that 'made his heart beat faster than normal' according to the letter. He read the name, and then he read the address. "I guess there's nothing to do about it...if they said it's already over..." he crumpled up the letter and tossed it aside. He had received all sorts of emails that were spam, but this was the first time Brandon had obtained an actual physical letter that was just as confusing as the spam emails.

Brandon saw there was a number at the bottom of that letter and to call it if there were any questions, but he just tried to pass it off as a joke, or a scam. The letter didn't say he was in trouble, it just said that he had experienced anger issues, and Brandon didn't remember any time he was angry, or at least angrier than the average person. There were things that upset him, but there were things that upset anyone else.

Brandon was a fairly normal tanned skinned man with short black hair and glasses. He lived as normal of a life as anyone else. He worked at a job, he played video games on his computer, and he kept himself, and his house, clean. He had a separate room for his computer which had a shelf of books to one side. He called it his work room, and it was designed to look as such. Brandon did have a job, but he also worked at home for extra money when the time provided, and that was exactly what he was working on, at least after reading his mail.

Brandon's morning was fairly normal outside of the bizarre letter. He had gotten quite a bit of work done at his computer until he heard a small ding through his speakers. "An email huh?" Brandon normally ignored emails as most of them were spam or just reminders of bills, but this email's title caught his attention. The title of the email read 'how to deal with your new anger management' on it.

Brandon thought this was just getting ridiculous. "Okay, I'll read what it says, but I'm not clicking on any stupid links or downloading any files from it." He told himself. The letter he had obtained at the beginning of the day had already raised many red flags. He didn't know who the company was that sent him the letter, and now he was getting an email from that exact same company that simply called itself 'BBE'

The email read: 'Dear Brandon, as we strongly think you do not believe that you have any emotional management issues, we have decided to take it upon ourselves to also have you transform every night on a regular basis. The transformation will occur as thusly. From 6PM until 12AM you will transform into a creature that we believe will assist you with your emotional issues. From 6AM until 7AM you will transform back. This will occur every night until we believe you are properly under control. Please call our help line with any questions or concerns. Thank you for your time.
-T.T'

"Uh.... " Brandon wasn't even sure how to respond to the email. He could only assume that the company was foreign and that the exact wording of the email must have been lost in translation. Transformations weren't real, and he wasn't sure what kind of management was needed. He decided to discard the email into the trash bin like he had crumpled up the letter he had obtained. "Just people trying to harass me and want free stuff I'm sure." He mumbled.

The rest of Brandon's day went as any other day when he didn't have to go anywhere. He made himself lunch, he worked until afternoon, and then he did chores around the house to make sure it was clean, and then he played video games until dinnertime came. His place was a little barren, although in the living room where he played video games he had a shelf that had a variety of movies and games with a decent sized television, as well as a leather couch on the side with a recliner in front of the television.

As dinnertime arrived, Brandon heard his stomach growl. He glanced up at the clock and noticed it was six pm, the exact time the email said his 'transformation' would occur. "Heh, is it going on my time, or whatever time zone that company is from? India or something I bet." He mumbled as he got up from his chair to make dinner.

Brandon glanced down at his body, as if to humor the email he had obtained. "Transformation, so stupid, unless they were referring to mental and it's some sort of self-belief thing, like I'm supposed to feel happier between certain hours, but why the hell would it do something like that?" Brandon walked into the kitchen, and searched through his fridge and freezer to find something to eat. As he searched, he shifted his pants, and adjusted his shirt. His clothing felt oddly tighter on him, but he dismissed any thoughts of his body actually changing. Had he actually looked at himself though, he would have seen muscles not only slowly formed on his body, but they grew in mass. 

Brandon decided on a simple microwaveable pizza. As he put the pizza in the microwave though, he paused to look at his arm. He could actually see the muscles on his arm bulge much more prominently than he did before, as if he had worked out at the gym once a week. The muscles were by no means extremely strong, in fact, an average person could have easily had them, but Brandon knew he didn't have muscles like the ones he had now. "I don't remember having these before..." he mumbled to himself, but he shook his head, and just started up the microwave. He thought maybe he was having a blank moment as people had now and then, where they forgot where they were, or what part of their body looked like. Nobody just grows muscles like that. I must have just...always had them. Besides, they aren't even that big...it's more like, toned muscles. He thought to himself, although he couldn't recall a single moment when he went to the gym to even train himself to get such muscles, but maybe they came naturally and he just didn't remember them. He made a mental note to take a look at older photos of himself to compare, not that he'd find much a difference if he did.

While Brandon cooked his dinner in the microwave, he went to go use the bathroom. He didn't really have to go that much, but he was curious about the muscles on his arm. As he walked into the bathroom he confirmed that indeed he had a lot more muscles on not one, but both of his arms, more than he remembered having. This isn't one of those moments where you blank out and don't remember you ever having something on your body. I really DON'T remember having these! He thought to himself in a small panic. His spine felt a bit uncomfortable too, but in ways he just couldn't explain easily. It just felt as if his pants stretched not just from his body, but from something behind him as well.

Brandon grimaced down at his rear. He heard the microwave go off, and he let out a frustrated sigh. "I'll have to figure this out after I eat." He thought it was strange, but he just had more muscles, his clothes felt tight, and he had an odd feeling above his rear. The feeling was bizarre, but it wasn't painful. In fact, the sensations were almost pleasurable.

Brandon grabbed his pizza from the microwave, and went to his chair in the living room to eat while watching television. As he began to take a seat, he set his rear down on the soft chair, and then immediately jumped up with a loud yelp that had a slight hint of femininity to it.

Brandon's pizza flew from his hands and onto the brown shag carpeted floor in front of him, but that was the least of his worries. It felt as if he had tried to sit on an appendage that bent awkwardly and painfully. He looked back and saw there was a noticeable bulge behind him. He pulled down his pants, and winced as the 'thing' behind him bent downward until he got his pants and underwear off to reveal he had grown a small tail.

Brandon reached down to touch the tail, but he felt a small 'wiggle to it, a wiggle that he felt control over, but it still had a feeling of stiffness to it. It had barely grown in, but he couldn't deny there was a tail there. The tail was real, and it was definitely his. "W-what..." with his pants down, he could also confirm that his legs were also a bit more muscular, and rapidly shedding his human hair too. "Okay, I know I didn't have this. What the fuck is going on?!" Brandon pulled off his socks and shirt, but he could only see the front of his body this way, and some of his behind and feet. His feet looked unchanged, as did his rear. The changes throughout the rest of his body were almost miniscule enough to ignore entirely, but the tail definitely threw him for a loop he didn't expect. His breathing quickened as he felt a sense of panic rush through his body.

Brandon made his way into the bathroom so he could get a better look at himself from there. He glanced up at the time and noticed that it was almost 6:30 PM along the way to the bathroom.
Once there, he was able to see his small tail better. 
He saw his muscles, but he just dismissed them as something he must have always had. He remembered the letter about transforming, and he grimaced at his stiff tail. Brandon could barely keep his eyes off of his tail. There was minor pain to it as it grew, but it wasn't enough to be flat out bothersome. It felt like a headache kicking in with the lowest pain on a pain scale threshold.
Brandon had entirely forgotten that he went to the bathroom to get a better look at himself besides his tail. He slowly tilted his head up to the mirror, and he saw what looked like a massive dragon muzzle. He wasn't sure if he had hallucinated the muzzle as he definitely didn't remember growing it. He took faster shallower breaths at the sight of his head with an extended dragon muzzle. "T-these changes were...were supposed to be SLOW!" he wasn't sure what was coming over him. He felt like he was getting hit with a panic attack.

Brandon reached up to touch the muzzle, and as soon as he felt the warm touch from the sharp muzzle that stuck out almost half a foot in front of him, and the warm air from the tiny nostrils on that muzzle, he collapsed to the ground in shock. 

Brandon's eyes slowly opened up as he groaned. His back was sore, and the back of his head pounded. He woke up nude on the bathroom floor, and the position he had fallen down in hadn't changed, though he was completely naked. He pulled himself up and heard several pops as he stood up. Before Brandon got to the mirror though, he closed his eyes. He was afraid about the reflection he was going to look back at. He felt as if he were in some sort of horror film where the person looks in a mirror and sees themselves as a total monster. He grabbed onto the sink in front of the mirror with a grimace, and slowly opened one eye.

Brandon noticed nothing different. He opened his other eye, and then felt his face rapidly. He brushed his hand to his ass, and he felt nothing but his slightly flabby rear he always had. Brandon looked over himself, and then at himself in the mirror again. He looked the exact same he always had. He glanced up at the clock and noticed it was eight in the morning. It was incredibly early for him to have gotten up, but then again he knew the time he had passed out last night was also quite early.

"Was it...was I dreaming?" He mumbled as he looked at himself in the mirror. He winced a bit when he bent his back. He had likely been in an uncomfortable position all night and it had really gotten to him. If it had been a dream, he shouldn't have been in the bathroom, but he knew nobody could just transform like that. "I- I must have just been so tired that I was hallucinating or something." He concluded. He couldn't really think of a reasonable answer as to what exactly happened last night, but he knew nobody transformed like that. He made his way out to the living room and noticed the pizza was still on the floor. It had been on the floor for so long it was cold and hard. With a frustrated sigh, Brandon decided to plan out his morning. He doubted he was going to get back to sleep. He could feel his heart practically pound right through his chest.

Brandon remembered what happened last night, but the more he thought about it, the more it felt like it was something someone with a fever dream would have had, except far more real. He remembered the tail, and then the pizza he dropped on the floor, and then he rushed to the bathroom, and that's where he fainted. Brandon kept feeling his face. His nose was right where it was, as was his normal lips, his cheeks, his ears, he looked like a normal every day human. He had a few red spots on his back, but they were the kind of red he could tell that came from being on the bathroom floor in such an awkward spot. Plus, a quick touch of those red spots confirmed that it was just human skin. "It had to have been a dream...it was a dream...it was a dream." Brandon kept repeating to himself. But damn, if it was a dream, it was the most realistic dream I've had. I never woke up in the bathroom before! He thought to himself.

Brandon turned his attention to the shower and tub. He still couldn't get the thoughts of last night out of his head, but he knew that tonight, right at that moment at least, he needed a hot shower. He turned on the water, stepped inside, and let the water wash his thoughts away, as well as help him with the pains he had from sleeping so uncomfortably on the floor.

"I've never had a fever dream that took me out of my room and into the bathroom unless I was like really sick or something." He said to himself with closed eyes. He remembered the letter he had gotten about transforming, and then his tail. Sitting down, and then the tail, and then his muscles, the same muscles he didn't remember having or not. He turned his head to let the water run over the back of his head. He opened up his eyes and glanced down at his arms. He gave a flex, and noticed he had about as much muscle as a computer geek his age would normally have. That is to say, not that much at all.

After a quick shower, Brandon hopped out of the bathroom and dried himself off. He took some aspirin to help with the minor pains he had, and got dressed. He put on light blue boxers, jeans, and a black shirt. He didn't bother wearing anything super fancy. Once dressed, he put on his glasses he had near the computer, and then cleaned up the pizza. He took his morning one step at a time, and tried to get his mind off of what happened last night. People often had a crazy night or two in their lives and it was nothing to be ashamed of.

With his morning routine finished, Brandon checked his schedule to see what he had to do today. He wasn't sure what he even should do as his thoughts drifted repeatedly to last night. Brandon remembered the phone call and the email he was given. He crumbled up the letter last night, and it was still there on the floor. Brandon grabbed the letter and took a glance at the phone number. He was tempted to call it, but he wasn't sure what to even tell them. Part of him told him that they deserved a call anyways. The worst-case scenario was that he'd look like a fool to someone in customer service that probably spammed calls twenty times a day anyways.

Brandon held onto the piece of paper and reread it repeatedly. "Anger management, anger management...why would they use this out of all things?" he asked himself. With a frustrated sigh, he put the piece of paper on the fridge. He figured he could give it a call that night if he was transforming again, but for the time being he decided to focus on the day.

Brandon's day went about as any other day. He had woken up earlier than he expected so he spent time getting chores and tasks around the house done. He finished well in advance, and spent the afternoon mostly lazing about. It's not that he himself was lazy, he just wanted to do whatever he could do to clear his head.

Brandon wasn't scheduled to work today either. He knew he was tomorrow, but he wished it was today instead. A job could have really taken his mind off of things! He browsed the internet with various videos, played a few games, and helped himself to food when he was hungry, but every now and then he checked his email. He found the letter he had put into the trash folder, and he read the letter. Brandon knew he was a normal human. There were times during that day he felt a few parts of himself as if to confirm his humanity, but deep down, something inside of him felt a little different.

Brandon had a normal day, but at the same time, the things he normally did throughout the day to keep him occupied was not working nearly as well as he wanted. He tried video games old and new, videos old and new, cleaning his house, something, anything, but nothing seemed to make him happy or give him a sense of satisfaction that he normally got for doing such things. Brandon briefly thought to himself that he might have had a case of depression of some sort, but he didn't feel sad or anything of such sort, just empty.

He did have one strange thought that kept coming up in his head though. He had a strange desire about going outside and going from there. He lived near a mall, and he knew there were a few places there. Brandon normally never worried about that mall as the stores were mostly mom and pop shops that almost never had the things he wanted, but something told him that there may have been something there that could sate the growing need inside of him, a need he couldn't quite identify what exactly it was, just that there was something he had to do.

Brandon grabbed his cell phone and wallet, and went outside. He was greeted with the slightly chilled air of fall. It was told enough that wearing a sweatshirt wouldn't have been considered weird, but it also wasn't a requirement. It was still early enough in the day that the sun was high up in the air too. The strip mall was located a few blocks away from where he lived, and as it wasn't a popular one, it didn't really make his street any busier than normal. In fact, because his street wasn't an outlet for cars, the only kind of traffic he ever saw in front of his house was the kind of traffic that lived at the houses down his road. To the right there was much more traffic as that road was one of the main roads, but Brandon didn't have to cross that street to get to the mall anyways. He put his hands in his pockets, and made his way down the sidewalk.

Brandon kept his eye on the time. He had barely remembered to even eat, but that was the least of his worries. He made it to the mall, and glanced at his options for the stores. There was a small grocery store, one he could see through the windows of easily. At this time of day, the grocery store had a decent amount of people out and about shopping in it. Brandon's stomach rumbled slightly, but he didn't feel any different about going into a grocery store, so he doubted that's what he needed.

Brandon then looked at the next store. The store next to the grocery store was a hardware store, a very small one at that. Brandon had been in there once or twice for a few things, but it was such a tiny store that it was hard to find what one needed. He knew there was a much bigger hardware store a few miles away if one was willing to drive down to it. At the same time, Brandon didn't feel any different about going to a hardware store.

"I just need...something." he mumbled. He wasn't sure what it was he needed so much, just that he thought he might find what it was when he saw it. Part of him wondered if he just needed to buy a video game or a new system or something, but the thought didn't excite him. "Just tell me what the hell I need."

The next store was a haircut salon, and that just frustrated Brandon more. He knew he definitely did not need a haircut, and he knew at the far end of the mall there was a liquor store and a food joint, neither of which excited his thoughts. He felt anger rise in him, but it was one he could control. He remembered the letter about anger management too, he didn't carry the letter with him, but he couldn't get the phone number out of his head. "Damn people don't know what they're talking about." Brandon told himself. He didn't have an anger problem. He just had a problem with idiots, including those that sent him such spam in the first place.

Brandon's eyes paused as he saw the very last thing that was on the strip mall, a 24 hour gym. Brandon had heard of the gym, but he had never attended it. He kept his eyes on the front of the gym, and with his glasses still on he could make out treadmills out in front with a television above the treadmills for viewing. He could also make out biking machines, and then a few doorways that led to other areas. Brandon felt a surge of something inside of him, something that he couldn't explain what it was, but he could just tell that the gym, the gym was exactly what he needed.

Brandon made his way to the gym and opened up the door. He was greeted with the cool air of the air conditioning, and the scent of salty sweat coming from he could only guess how many people that were there.
The gym was a special kind of gym that didn't require a membership, but it did have postings about its website, as well as a donation jar and how 'donations keep this gym running' on that note. Brandon slipped in a $5, and then glanced around at the few other people around the gym.

Nobody seemed to even care that Brandon had just walked in and they went about doing their own thing. Brandon saw all men, and not a single woman. He didn't question it, he just wasn't sure what he should even do at the gym. He felt like an alien going to a new planet. He wasn't so much of a nerd that he didn't know how the machines worked, one could tell by a quick glance how a person used any of the exercise equipment, and he just didn't know what he should do first.

Part of Brandon thought the first thing he should just do is walk out and away. He looked up at the time and blinked as it was 6 P.M. He blinked rapidly at the time, not even sure how time had passed that quickly. He knew the note said his changes would begin at six, but he didn't want to let some spam email and nightmare deter him. He was stronger than that, and he was going to prove it. He looked around once more, and he decided the best spot to start was with the bikes.

Brandon hopped on one of the bikes, reset the mileage, and just started biking without a second thought. He started up at a slow pace, and glanced up at the television. The television was mute, but he could make out the closed captions. Deep down, Brandon wasn't even sure what he was doing. He was at a place he virtually never went to, doing something he never would have normally done, but it did help clear his thoughts. In fact, as he felt small sweat beads form at the back of his neck, he started to actually enjoy himself a little bit.

As Brandon biked, he shifted a bit in his clothing. He was unaware that, as he biked along, subtle changes slowly brushed over his body, but a lot of the changes were focused on the legs, as if to help encourage and push his capability to exercise on the bike. The muscles used to bike and to run, while some were the same, others were different. Brandon found that, the longer he biked, the faster he felt he could go and have little struggle, so he pushed himself just a bit, and then a little more, and then just a hint more. He was biking at the speed that one might normally be on a bicycle outside.

Brandon kept on going as his mind drifted away and he focused on the television. He was brought back down to reality when he heard the music coming out of a nearby person's earbuds. Brandon shook his head a bit, and glanced at his phone. He had been biking for a good thirty minutes at a brisk pace, and he didn't feel a hint of exhaustion. He hopped off the bike, and as he did, he felt a hint of sweat to his body, but he also felt lighter in a way he couldn't explain it. He glanced down at his body, but he didn't see anything visually different. By now, he swore he would have expected something to be different. The transformation process surely should have begun by now, yet the only thing he felt was lighter. He wore long pants so he couldn't get that good a look at his legs though, and he felt a little silly about going to the bathroom just to try to see his normal hairy legs. He instead turned his attention to the treadmills that weren't far from the bikes. "Well, may as well keep this pace going." He felt a bit of excitement exercising, more than he thought he would have felt.

Brandon barely even broke a sweat on the bikes, although he felt warmer and a bit wet around his neck, he just decided to keep the flow going. He hopped onto the treadmill, and with a push of a button, he started up a small walk. He smiled as he was able to still watch television, although there was nothing really good on, it helped distract him. He felt much better working out at this gym than he had doing anything else throughout that entire day.

Brandon briefly glanced from side to side to see the other gym goers. None of them seemed particularly interested in talking, just working out. Brandon couldn't blame them. He himself looked like the kind of person that would go to a gym for new years and then quit after a few days, but while he looked the part of someone who never went to the gym, he was doing surprisingly well, even as much as he imagined. He pulled out his phone and decided to view some videos of his own while he was at it. He didn't even realize that the treadmill was picking up in pace more and more every minute. "Transformation...pah." Brandon mumbled to himself. It sounded silly when he thought about it, but he could feel something about his body that was different.

Brandon raised one arm and gave it a quick flex. He didn't see any more muscles than he remembered before, but then again he was barely one to flex in the first place. The sensation of flexing however made him feel...good. He flexed his other arm, and smiled faintly. He could sense a growing arousal between his legs, but then he noticed one of the men looked at him with a raised brow, and he quickly regained his composure with a nervous chuckle.

Brandon turned his attention back to the treadmill and continued to run. He knew the time came for him to start his transformation, at least, if it were supposed to occur. He felt different, but at the same time, he told himself that the only reason he felt any different was due to a placebo effect. "I'm not any different." He mumbled to himself. "I haven't changed any. The most I'm getting is faster."

The machine continued to slowly move faster and faster. Brandon's legs kept up with the pace easier than he thought he should have been able to. He felt his body sweat a bit, but not nearly as much as he thought he was going to. I don't get what all the complaints are about when it comes to exercising. This is easy! He thought to himself. He smiled faintly as he kept on running. He was going to stop when he got tired, but since he hadn't seemed to be getting tired anytime soon, he wasn't sure how long he was going to be at it.

Brandon suddenly felt a small wriggling in his pants. The wiggle was faint, but he couldn't deny it was there, and it came from right above his ass too. The wiggle was enough to cause him to stop and trip himself up on the treadmill. He fell forward with a thud and landed with his chin on the top of the treadmill. The treadmill sensed the fall and came to an emergency stop, and left Brandon on the treadmill with a painful chin, and a question as to what that was wiggling in his pants.

Brandon could tell he was definitely getting a few stares. He blushed lightly and pulled himself up. He could feel a hint of blood from his chin, but nothing that called for immediate medical attention. "I-I'm fine!" he shouted, and raced to the bathroom.

The bathrooms were multiple stalls. Brandon ran to the front of the bathroom to get a look at the multiple mirrors on top of the sinks though to look at himself. He had a chin that was red with blood and black with a growing bruise, but his face looked like any other human's outside of that. Brandon let out a sigh as he cleaned up his face, but he felt the wiggle in his pants again which deeply disturbed him.

Brandon's mind recalled to last night when he felt the wiggle. He remembered the tail. He felt his heart pound with adrenaline as the 'fight or flight' response kicked in, but he wasn't even sure how he could react properly to his tail. He pulled the top of his pants down after making sure that the bathroom was clear, and there was the tail once more. The tail was the same color as his flesh, and barely a few inches long, but he couldn't deny that he once again had a tail.

Brandon felt faint. He knew he didn't want to pass out at a gym though. He looked back at his face to see that his face was normal, and his arms looked normal too. "J-just calm down..." he pulled back up his pants. The tail stuck out very slightly, but other than that it was very difficult to see unless one focused hard on his butt. He wanted to tell himself that maybe he had worked out too hard and that he was seeing things, but he could FEEL the tail behind him.

Brandon went into one of the bathroom stalls and took a seat on the toilet with his pants still on. He put his head in his palms as he tried to figure out what to do. It's a real tail. I'm really transforming aren't I? Last night wasn't some stupid fever dream. I'm really changing, and in the public eye no less. Brandon thought about running home, but part of him wanted to stay at the gym. Working out at the gym just made him feel so...good. It felt like he was getting major stress relief with exercising.

Brandon remembered the email and letter had a phone number. He also had put the number down on his phone. He couldn't deny that the transformations he was going under were fake either. He wanted to pass it off the letters about anger management as nothing more than some kind of weird scam, but here he was, sitting in the bathroom with a small tail. He looked over his body for any additional changes, but he couldn't find anything else that stuck out, at least while he had his clothes on. Part of him was too afraid to take them off in fear of what else he might find.

Brandon picked up his phone from his pocket, and gave the phone number a call.
While the phone call was quick to answer, it was an automated answer, which Brandon figured as much. To talk with a live person right off the bat would have just been too easy.

The automated voice spoke. 'Thank you for calling BBE. If this is a complaint about a letter you have received in the mail, please stay on the line, our operators will answer your call as soon as they are able.' As soon as the voice was done, cheesy jazz music with a lone saxophone played, although over the phone so it had quite a bit of static to it.

"Why am I not surprised?" Brandon said out loud. The voice even sounded as if it were foreign, but Brandon couldn't make out the language. Brandon waited on hold, and he kept his eyes on his body. He didn't think any other part about his body had been changing, but he swore the air around him felt much lighter than normal. He gave the phone a good fifteen minutes of waiting before he grew bored. He had been waiting in the bathroom on hold, and the scent of the bathroom, while not unpleasant, did not make him happy to be in.

While he kept the phone app open, Brandon accessed the local Wi-Fi at the gym. He set the phone on speaker so he could listen for an operator. He then opened up his browser, and began to look up information about the company. He used his email app to get the name of it down and looked up 'BBE therapy' and he quickly found a website. He sat on the toilet with his back tilted forward, and his butt nowhere near the back of the toilet out of fear of hurting his small tail.

The website Brandon found for BBE was fairly plain and simple. There was a banner of smiling people consisting of various races, and pages that indicated that the business was founded to help 'transform lives to be happier and healthier' on the main page. The page didn't give that much information besides a few names, and the phone number about the company. The website was incredibly plain and unordinary, as if someone had just spent an hour creating it.

"Well, the transformation part is true. It still doesn't explain why I was selected by them." Brandon said to himself as he looked over the page. He looked over his body, and then back at his tail. He felt bits of pain, but most of it was coming from his shoes, as well as his waist. He wasn't sure how much he was transforming exactly, but he was afraid to find out.

Brandon groaned as he heard the music echo in the bathroom. He was thankful that nobody else had entered yet. He looked down at his arms and he swore he could see more muscles than he last remembered having, but he wasn't entirely sure. He knew the tail behind him was definitely not supposed to be part of him, but any other changes he was unsure of. He remembered last night when he looked in the mirror and saw that draconic muzzle and how much it shocked him. Brandon grabbed his face, and let out a sigh as his face still felt like a human's at least.

Brandon looked down at the phone to see how long he had been on hold for. It had already been a good ten minutes. He was getting tired of hearing the jazz music, and worse yet, he was feeling aroused too. He couldn't explain where his arousal was coming from, but it was undeniable as his shaft slowly rose up. His clothes hid it a little bit, but it still made him embarrassed. Is this part of the transformation too? He thought to himself. He wasn't sure how else he was changing, if he was. A tiny tail just felt as if it would have been too easy to be the only change.

The jazz music suddenly cut out, but only to be replaced by an automated message. "Your current wait time is five......hours." the automated voice spoke. "Please remain on the line and your call will be answered in the order it was received." The jazz music then picked back up once the voice finished.

Brandon gripped his phone tightly as heard that. "SERIOUSLY?!" he shouted with an echo in the bathroom, although he knew it was fruitless to try to communicate with a voice. Part of him was ready to crush the phone, but he didn't have the muscles to be able do to such things. 

Brandon was beginning to get frustrated. The website gave him no answers, the phone wasn't going to give him answers, and when he tried to look up any names or other information online, he was getting nothing, as if the company itself was a no name place that nobody cared to gather information about. Brandon hung up the phone in pure frustration, put his phone back in his pocket, and stood up with clenched fists. He felt the tightness from his tail, and it felt even tighter than before. It hurt a little, but it felt more as if it hurt because of his clothes, not because of the transformation.

"Maybe I just need to use that...god whatever the fuck it's called." Brandon knew the gym looked small, but it had all the accommodations that a gym had, and then some. He made his way out the bathroom, and headed down a hallway. He went into the men's locker room, and then paused at one of the lockers. He knew what he wanted to do, but it required to get naked to do such a thing. Nobody will look at me odd if I have a tail. Anthros aren't uncommon, but fuck if I won't feel weird showing it off. He thought to himself.

Brandon glanced to the left, and then to the right. He then took off his clothes, and looked down at himself. He paused when he noticed that his legs looked much stronger than he last recalled. His legs still very much looked human, just he could see the muscle tones on them, and he swore he was nowhere near that powerful before. It explained how he could have ran on the treadmill and biked so effortlessly, but he was still baffled. He saw his cock too, the same as it always was. "It figures that wouldn't have changed yet." He mumbled with a small, if nervous, laugh.

Brandon then glanced back at his tail. He watched as it swayed from side to side. He could feel as if he had some control over it, but it wasn't like controlling any of his appendages. It acted a lot on emotion with only a little bit of control from himself. It felt so bizarre to not only have a tail, but to try to use it too. He reached down and gave it a touch, and then quickly jumped. The tail didn't hurt to touch it, but it felt as sensitive as his own sex.

Brandon let out a frustrated sigh. He wasn't going to get anywhere trying to call the company, and he really wasn't going to get anywhere by hiding his form if he really was transforming. He undressed completely and tossed his clothing into a locker. He slipped in a quarter, and made his way to the mirrors in front of the showers, if only to get another look at his body.

Brandon's chin, and quite a bit of his front in fact, was tinted red. The redness he assumed was from the fall earlier, and it was no more red than what a normal person would have had anyways. A quick brush over his chin confirmed it still felt soft like skin, but a bit more sensitive with a hint of pain to touch. He thought about a quick shower first, but he figure he'd take one after he was done doing what he had planned.

Brandon covered his waist with a towel, a little thankful that he could also cover his small tail, and he made his way into the steam room. The room was designed to appear to be made of wood, complete with wooden benches, but it wasn't hard to see the hard walls beyond the cracks of the wooden 'walls.' There were two sections in the center of the room with rocks, and a place with water not far from the rocks. The room was also completely empty, much to Brandon's relief.

Brandon grabbed a ladle, poured water on the rocks, and then took a seat on the bench as the water vaporized into steam. He wasn't sure what purpose the steam rooms even served, but he could calm himself down. He could feel his tail wiggle behind him though which didn't help him. "What am I going to do..." he mumbled to himself.

Brandon buried his head in his palms as he thought about his options. The website gave him nothing useful, he couldn't call the information, and there wasn't even an address he found on the website or phone number. It was extremely frustrating, and the last thing he wanted to do was to just give in to whatever was happening to him. He pulled his head back and noticed his arms had muscular lines to them, lines that he knew he didn't have before. He also noticed his body looked redder than normal, but he just passed that off as something from being very hot.

Brandon raised his head back up as he tried to focus his thoughts. He felt so confused and at odds. He was ready to do whatever it took to find a way to turn himself back to normal, but at the same time, he hadn't transformed that much. He recalled the letter said it would take quite a few hours before his transformation finished, and he wasn't really sure what time it even was. He had to keep feeling his face, as if to remind himself he was still human, but if his transformation wasn't stopped, he knew that would be changed.

There was another issue Brandon was facing, one that he hadn't paid much attention towards, but it stuck out like a sore thumb between his legs. His cock was still hard. He hated to admit that he felt small waves of pleasure throughout his body in the gym, but right now the sensations were small at best. Something deep down told him that more time at the gym would make him feel better though. He figured he'd just have to ignore his raging hard on. He couldn't masturbate, especially in such a public place.

Brandon spent some more time in the hot box. His body had a cold feeling, and being in heat just made him feel so much better. He wasn't sure if it was part of the 'transformation', but so far he hadn't noticed that much changed besides the tail, and maybe more muscles. Part of Brandon wanted to blame the muscles on working out at the gym, but there was no way he would have gotten results that fast by normal methods.

Once Brandon felt better, he stood up with the towel still wrapped around his butt and crotch, and made his way back into the locker room. His tail was still exposed, but for some reason he couldn't place, he just felt...more comfortable with it exposed. He still didn't like having it, but showing it off didn't feel like a terrible idea, even if he was still afraid about it.

Brandon looked at himself in a full length mirror once he was back in the locker room and saw his beet red skin. His chest was a bit pinker compared to his arms, legs, and head, but it was still a shade of red that made him think he had been in the sauna for a little bit longer than he should have. Brandon still had his erect cock too, and it was getting a little bothersome.

Brandon glanced around the locker room, and sighed. He pulled out his phone, and grabbed onto his shaft gently. He wasn't even sure what he was doing, but since he was alone in the locker room, he wanted something to get done about his erection. "The minute I hear a door open, I stop." He told himself. He sat in one of the end aisles of the room, a little bit in isolation compared to the rest of the locker room.

Brandon looked up pictures on his phone, pictures of adult related content. He started with normal women as he stroked his shaft, and looked left and right to see if anyone was watching. The locker room didn't have cameras so he knew he was safe there. Part of him felt humiliated and embarrassed at what he was doing, but a small part of him, a very small part of him, actually liked the idea of masturbating out in public. They should see the results of his labor and muscles, even if he didn't have that many, he still had more than people that didn't exercise. The sensations were enough to keep him going, though he felt his ears widen just in case someone was to come in on him.

Brandon just couldn't orgasm to normal human women though, no matter how sexy or attractive they were. He was a little bit of a 'furry' deep down as some people called it, so he looked at pictures of anthro creatures instead of a variety of species. He was shown the typical dogs, cats, a few horses here and there, it was enough that he could feel his cock pulse in timing with his rapid beating heart, but it wasn't enough.

No matter how sexy or whatever they were doing wasn't doing it for him, he just couldn't orgasm. He wasn't sure if it was because he was too nervous while he masturbated in a public place, or what it was. He figured he'd try one more thing before he stopped, something that just told him he should try it. He then switched to dragon anthros, and he felt an increase in pleasure just by looking at the dragons.

Brandon didn't have to look long, or hard at dragons to finally achieve his first orgasm that night. Brandon let out a small grunt as his cock came right at a picture of a female green dragon flexing, as if they were flexing to the person looking at them. He swore he could feel something else drain from his body in addition to his seed, but he didn't care. The orgasm was pleasurable, it was satisfying, but it was also not quite enough. 
He was still rock hard, even after just cumming.

He couldn't believe what he had just done, Brandon orgasmed to a picture of a dragon on his phone, all while in a public place at that. He felt more humiliation, but at the same time, he felt a strange sense of pride as well.

Brandon glanced down at his hands and thighs. He wondered what someone would think if they had come in and saw he was stained with his own seed. He took a few deep breaths and a minute to recover, and then he set his phone into the lockers, and took a shower to clean himself up. He got another look in the mirror while in the gym showers, and he couldn't deny that he definitely had bigger muscles than he last remembered. The muscles were by no means unreachable by an ordinary man, but Brandon knew he wasn't nearly this strong before. 
His skin also looked different, except the front half of his body which still had the same skin hue as before. The rest of his skin looked like it was much more of a blood red, but as he ran a finger along his skin, it didn't feel any different than before, and there was no pain. "This is...this is so weird." He mumbled to himself. Brandon wanted to dismiss his skin as something he got from the sauna, but the red and pink hue he had was something that no sauna could have given to a normal person.

Brandon couldn't stop himself from stroking his cock again as the gym shower water ran over his body. Something felt strange about his shaft though. He knew he was still fully erect, but he felt a bit smaller than before. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but had he known any better, he would have thought his manhood was smaller.

Brandon recalled the image of the dragon he had orgasmed to, and he felt a strong pulse from his cock at the image. It wasn't quite enough to orgasm again, but it was definitely enough to get his attention. Dragons normally turned him on about as much as any other anthro, but today in particular the thought of the creature made him even more aroused than usual. Brandon looked back to his locker, tempted to get his phone, but his phone wouldn't work in water. Just a few more pictures of dragons. He thought to himself.

Before Brandon went back to his phone though, he paused at the mirror. He looked at himself, and then at the tail. His tail was almost a foot in length by now, and it wiggled with both the feeling of his emotions, as well as his own natural ability to control some of it too.

Brandon imagined himself as a powerful dragon. He already had muscles, he could see it in his shoulders, and the lines in his arms and legs. He was also forming a six pack. He wasn't sure how much time had passed though, he didn't look at the time on his phone. He just casually flexed in front of the mirror with a grin, and he felt a throbbing sensation between his legs. "Heh...don't tell me I'm so egotistical I can make myself cum by looking in the mirror." He said to himself.

Brandon flexed his arm and gave a squeeze to see a few blue veins. "God...I am so much stronger though...I know I wasn't this strong." It was a change that Brandon couldn't complain about though, a transformation that he welcomed. He noticed that his breast looked little off however. While he was definitely getting a stronger torso, his chest looked as if it had formed tits. The tits were smaller than an A cup, but they were undeniably filled with something. He knew it couldn't be fat, the muscles on his chest flattened his stomach.

Brandon made his way back to his locker and pulled out his phone. He was surprised that nobody else had even entered the locker room, but he wasn't going to argue about that. He looked up his phone at more pictures of dragons, but this time his mind shifted to look at muscular dragons rather than just normal feral or anthro ones.

Brandon had another small orgasm after viewing pictures of muscular dragons on his phone, but it didn't feel as if it was enough. He didn't feel emptied, he didn't feel exhausted, and he was still very hard and aroused. He didn't even bother cleaning off his cum after his next orgasm, he just continued stroking his shaft with his ears alert for any other sounds in the locker room. He swore his ears felt different, but he was too focused on masturbating than his own body at this point. If I'm going to change, I'm going to enjoy it dammit. He thought to himself.

As he masturbated, he felt a strange sense of power, and of domination. The images of dragons on his phone turned into more muscular ones, muscular female dragons. He tried hyper sized, but that didn't do it so he tones it back down.
He orgasmed quicker each time, but with each orgasm, his seed was reduced. He grit his teeth as he sweated from stroking so much, but he just had to sate his arousal somehow. 

Brandon stopped counting how many times he orgasmed. It wasn't a tremendous amount, but it was hard to focus on anything but pleasure. There came a point when he just couldn't cum though, and he wished he could explain why. Had he been able to see his balls, he would have noticed they had decreased in size by a good half their length, and his cock just as much so. He could feel that his cock was smaller, but he was too aroused to care. He just had to cum one more time, just reach one more orgasm, then he could worry about it. At least, that's what he told himself.

Brandon's ears perked at the sound of a door opening. He paused his cock mid stroke, and grabbed a towel. He had orgasmed so much, and he had cleaned up none of it. Brandon grimaced at the sight between his legs, but thankfully whoever it was that entered the locker room didn't go anywhere near Brandon. He would have let out a small sigh of relief, but he didn't want to do anything to draw attention to himself. He glanced back at the showers, and then between his legs. I REALLY need a shower after all of that. He thought to himself. He couldn't believe he had cum so many times, and all to the sight of muscular dragons, something that he had an interest in, but not anywhere near this amount when he last recalled.

Brandon waited for the sound of a door to open again and the person to leave before he tossed the towel he had, took another brief shower, and grabbed a fresh white towel. He was still muscular, and he had seen his cock shrink in size too, but he couldn't bring himself to worry about it. It just looks like I'm on damn steroids. He thought to himself. He put on some swim shorts and headed for the pool. He thought a relaxing swim might help him calm down from his transformation, or at least let his mind wander so he could think of what to do about it.

The pool was as empty as the locker room. The pool was fairly standard with a high dive, a low dive, and a regular rectangle shape from side A, all the way to side B. The scent of chlorine was strong. The temperature was normal, if not a little cooler, and the lights overhead illuminated the entire pool, as well as the sides of the pool. Brandon spotted a hot tub in a small rise, along with some pool supplies such as noodles, floaties, and balls of all sorts.

Brandon tossed his towel onto a chair, and then he glanced down at the water. He couldn't quite make out his reflection, but he knew he was different. He still looked mostly human, but his tail stuck out from behind him much more prominently than before, and his muscles were bigger. Worse yet, he was still aroused, but unlike before, his erect cock didn't show nearly as well through his swim shorts, likely due to his shaft being a much smaller size now. With a deep breath, Brandon dove into the water with a quiet splash.

Brandon dove down in the shallow end of the pool. He was quick to stand up with his feet placed onto the floor under the water, and get his now soaked head out from up top. He closed his eyes when he went underneath the water, but he opened them back up as he got out from above water. "Oh, fuck yes." He said to himself. The water was cold, but that was natural to feel it freezing at first. He knew his body would quickly get adjusted to the temperature. The showers were one thing to feel the heated droplets on his skin, but the pool was something else entirely. Brandon turned his belly up to face the ceiling, and began to float on the pool's surface with a smile on his face. He wasn't the best swimmer out there, but he knew a good enough amount to have a good time. "This is what I need. To do stuff to forget all about that...change." he mumbled. He felt his tail flicker from between his legs though, and with his eyes closed, he just grimaced. Am I just going to give in and accept this transformation? He thought to himself as he floated along. The water definitely made him feel better, but he wasn't able to ignore the changes going on with his body, especially when one of them kept flickering between his legs.

Brandon opened up one of his eyes to see the muscles on his arms, the same muscles he swore looked even bigger than before, and with a red tint he couldn't deny that was sticking there for far longer than he thought they should have. He then looked down at his chest, but it was hard to see as there were growing tits. He was afraid to feel them, and he was definitely afraid to call them what they looked more and more like with each passing moment.

"Am I really turning into a girl?" Brandon said to himself. He put his hands behind his head, and crossed his legs as he floated atop the water. He wasn't even sure how he was floating so casually. He just simply...was. He looked down at his legs and noticed how hairless they were. In fact, a lot of his body had shed body hair. "I really do look like some muscular man on steroids." He said to himself with a sigh. And I've got the curves that make me look like a woman. He added to himself in his thoughts. He swore he could feel his body continue to change and transform. A small crack here, a pop there, he raised his head when it sounded as if there was an explosion that came from inside of his mouth, yet as he ran his tongue along his teeth, he didn't feel any different.

Just then, his stomach let out a rumbling growl. Brandon looked down, and after the pair of tits it looked like he was growing in, he rubbed his now flat stomach. "Hm...I haven't eaten that much today now have I." he told himself. He let out a sigh, and pushed himself out of the water. He barely had a chance to swim at all, but the water did help relax him a bit at least. Brandon made his way back into the men's locker room, showered off the pool water, dried off, and then dressed himself back up. 

His pants slid on easily, but they had a much harder time covering his butt with his tail in the way. Brandon's tail had been slowly swelling, and continued to do so to the point where a good third of his butt was showing off with his pants. Brandon rolled his eyes. He didn't bring scissors to cut into his pants, but he wish he had now. He pulled down his pants and underwear and turned his underwear around. He slid the underwear up, and he then grabbed onto the tail. Grabbing his own tail felt so strange to him, it was an appendage he had never had before after all. Brandon pushed the tip of the tail through the underwear, and then he could at least cover his crotch with it. Fuck if I'm going shopping for clothes with a hole in them. He thought with a sigh. His tail had measured at least two feet in length by now, and was fairly thick too, but not so much it didn't fit through the hole in his underwear.

Brandon then put his pants back on. Besides the tail, his pants fit him, if a little tighter thanks to increased muscle mass, but nowhere near big enough that he couldn't wear his pants at all. Brandon's shirt however, proved to be a much bigger hassle. Brandon could slide the shirt over the top of his head, but as he slid his arms through the sleeves, he could tell the fabric strained to keep his shoulders in place. Worse yet, while he could cover his increased bust size with his shirt, he struggled to get the shirt below his tits. As he struggled, the tits jiggled, and Brandon blushed as he felt an erection rise between his legs. "G-go down dammit, all three of you."

Brandon was at least presentable with his tits covered and his crotch covered, but he looked a lot more like a strong woman than he did a man. Even the erection between his legs didn't show through his pants. With a frustrated sigh, Brandon made his way out of the locker room and back to the front of the gym. It was then he could tell a few people stared. Part of him felt embarrassed, but another part of him felt aroused. They're jealous... He thought to himself, although he wasn't sure where the thought came from. Brandon shook his head, and left the gym to go grab food. Luckily there was a place right next door that sold sandwiches that let him build it in whatever way he wanted called 'Monorail.'

The store was designed fairly simple. There were tables with booths designed to be comfortable, but not fancy. There was a cooler, a soda fountain, and the main counter that had the various ingredients one could put on a sandwich, along with the bread and toaster placed in the back for the employees to use. Brandon had visited this place a few times. He thought it was a little silly as the food was barely healthier than most fast food, yet it almost doubled the prices on everything for those that fell for the trap. Brandon was just hungry and he wanted something, and he was too lazy to go back home to try to grab something there.

"Welcome to Monorail, what can I get started for you ma'am?" the woman behind the counter said with a smile on her face that radiated fake, but then again it was literally her job to be nice to customers.

Brandon wasn't sure how to react to being called ma'am. He knew that he definitely wasn't a she. Sure, he had breasts, and a body that took more and more of a female shape by the second, but he didn't think his face looked feminine, at least when he last checked it. He brushed his hand on his face to feel a lack of any hair on his chin and mouth, and it made him second guess just what exactly his face looked like. Part of him was ready to correct her, but another part just told him to go with it.

"I'll take that bread..." Brandon pointed to rye, the bread he normally got. He then glanced over the various meats he could pick from. Normally Brandon was a fan of ham, but for some reason, a lot more meat seemed to appeal to him today. It wasn't just the typical ham or beef, but also the meatballs. Brandon licked his lips and ordered a sub with his ham, but also roast beef, meatballs, turkey, he didn't get all of the meats, but he definitely got plenty of them, and toasted too. Of course he also added cheese, and a hint of lettuce, all on a foot long. 
He wasn't sure what came over him, but he wasn't going to argue with what he felt hungry for. He blamed working out for giving him this particular appetite, not his transformation.

Once Brandon got his sandwich, he grabbed a drink, and then helped himself to a booth. He couldn't sit straight back onto it thanks to his tail, but he just sat closer to the table's edge than the back. Brandon was still frustrated at his tail. Sure, he liked the muscles, but his skin, his body, even being called ma'am just signified how much he was transforming.

On top of all of that, Brandon still had an erection, but at this point it was impossible for one to see it. He could still feel it, but now it felt more bearable than before. At least going out and getting some food doesn't make it excited. He thought to himself. Deep down though, he knew what did make it excited. He didn't want to think about it too hard, but showing off his body made him feel more excited than he thought it should have. Brandon took a deep breath, and then tried to focus on eating. He opened his maw, took a bite of the sandwich, and then he heard loud crunching noises, as if he were biting down onto a rock, except the rock wasn't hard, but still enough to damage his teeth. Brandon pulled the sandwich away with panic in his eyes. He turned to the counter to see the person had gone into the back and left him alone. Brandon opened up his mouth and let the food drop onto the napkin below. In addition to the food in his mouth, Brandon saw bits of his teeth fall out from his mouth too. He wasn't the best at taking care of his teeth, but he knew they shouldn't have been THAT fragile!

Brandon rushed to the single stall bathroom the store had to offer, and locked the door. With deep, heavy, panicky breathing, he opened up his mouth to look at his teeth in fear for what had happened. While his teeth had cracked and clearly fell from his mouth, he didn't feel any pain, but losing even part of one's teeth was still enough to send a person into a panic. Brandon took a look at his teeth, and what he saw astounded him.

Brandon's teeth were still intact, but some of them had become razor sharp, particularly the front ones where he bit down onto the sandwich. Brandon reached up with shaking hands, and gave the tip of the tooth a touch. He quickly retracted when he felt just how sharp his teeth had become. This is another part of that transformation. He quickly thought to himself.
Brandon's heart pounded hard in his chest. He knew the transformation process went on for another few hours, but he had completely lost track of time long ago. He saw his muscles, his red skin, his tail, his breast, slight curves that gave off a feminine appearance, and now he had fangs sharper than most animals that Brandon knew about.

I'm really just going to accept this, aren't I? He thought to himself. The muscles and the teeth were things he couldn't complain about, but the changes were still alarming. He was filled with adrenaline, as well as the fight or flight response, but there was nothing to fight from, and he couldn't flee from himself either. The company he had tried to call earlier didn't help either, and while he could call again, he was sure he was going to be greeted with the same results.

Brandon's belly rumbled again, as if to remind him the reason he came to the small shop to begin with. He imagined that if he ate more, his teeth would reshape more, but at the same time, they would probably reshape into sharp fangs regardless. Fine, you win this part of the transformation. He thought to himself. Fangs weren't the worst thing he could have had. In fact, there were quite a few bits of this transformation he actually enjoyed, although he wasn't sure if that was because he was changing mentally as well as physically.

Brandon stepped back out the kitchen, and then back to his sandwich. While he was afraid about his teeth, the taste he got from the sandwich was quite good. He opened up his mouth and took another bite. The sandwich where his bite landed came off into his mouth much easier with his sharper teeth this time, and he had more time to enjoy the mixture of meaty flavors, all of them a hint of salt, but also very delicious. He smiled to himself as he ate and swallowed. He could hear more crunching noises inside of his mouth, but he didn't let that stop him. Just fuck it, they're going to go anyways, so may as well go now. He thought to himself.

Brandon swallowed the sandwich bite after bite. The first few swallows felt hard as he thought he was swallowing teeth particles, but once he no longer heard any crunching noises besides the ones that came from the sandwich he ate, it was much easier for him to devour, and much tastier. Had he not been so worried about his transformation, or focused on what he knew was happening with his teeth, he would have enjoyed the sandwich all the more, but as it was, he was too distracted.

Brandon quickly finished the sandwich, and wiped his lips. He put his face in the palm of his hands as he thought about what he should do. I'm going to transform no matter what. He thought to himself with a frown on his face. If nothing else, the thought about his erection had faded, though he could still feel it. Am I just going to accept this fate? I may be a bit more feminine than before, but I also feel so strong, and so powerful. God, if I just showed off my muscles to everyone at the gym... He could feel his cock pulse even harder.

Brandon wondered how much he was changing not just physically, but mentally as well. The thought of showing off normally didn't appeal to him, but now as he looked down at his shirt that rode up on his breast, and his pants that he couldn't wear just right, he imagined himself working out in even less clothing than before, and he could feel his body grow so aroused from it. I'm not going to work out fucking naked, especially when I know I'm so... He didn't want to say it, even in his thoughts he didn't want to think it.

With the sandwich gone and his thoughts somewhat more focused, Brandon got up from his seat, and made his way out. Even his shoes felt uncomfortable by this point, and he knew exactly why. He glanced over at the gym, and then he remembered his house wasn't too far either. He thought he could go back and finish this transformation he was going through in the privacy of his own home, yet at the same time, the thoughts of working out as he transformed into whatever he was becoming, something big, muscular, and feminine, aroused him far more than he wanted it to.

With one more step, Brandon could feel part of his toe poke through the socks in his shoes. His feet hadn't grown to a massive size, though they had grown some. He could almost hear something sharp scratch the inside of his legs, and it felt as if his toenails were getting stuck on something. There wasn't much pain, but it was irritating enough that he wanted to see what was going on with his feet. Rather than go straight home, he went back to the gym, and took a deep breath as he walked back inside.

The gym was emptier than the last time Brandon entered. There were still a few people inside, but this time, unlike before, Brandon got quite a few more looks, specifically from men. Brandon was well aware of how feminine his body looked now, as well as quite stronger. He had abs showing off because his shirt was too small to conceal his stomach otherwise. Brandon remembered the first time he entered how he looked as if he were someone going to the gym for the first time, probably because he was. Now it looked more as if he owned the place and went all the time. Brandon wasn't sure how to react. He still felt that throbbing erection between his legs, something he knew had to be sated, but at the same time his shaft was so small that it didn't show between his legs. It was both a blessing, and a curse. "Excuse me." Brandon walked in. He felt his hips sway which helped flick his tail from side to side. He made his way, not into the men's locker room, but the women's. Not even Brandon fully knew what he did until after he had entered the women's locker room, and nobody even tried to stop him from doing it.

Brandon paused once he was in the women's locker room. He was grateful the room was emptied, but not even he could explain what made him just waltz into the room to begin with. I just...what am I even doing? He mentally asked himself. He looked down at his shoes, and wiggled his toes. There was a twinge of pain from wiggling, and he knew right then and there he just had to get out of those shoes.

After taking a seat on one of the benches, Brandon undid the knots in his left show and took it off. He was immediately greeted with his socks which had holes in them and blood red claws that jutted out instead of normal toenails. The shape of his feet were different too, though not much larger. He wouldn't describe the shape as paw-like, but instead more of a reptilian in nature. He tried not to think about it too much, and just took off his other shoe, and then both of his socks. "From head to toe I'm changing huh..." he mumbled to himself.

Brandon's reddened foot stepped onto the ground. He had far less of an arch before, and as he felt the ground, he could tell that his very feet were made more durable for walking barefoot. He also hated to admit it, but it felt good to be rid of some clothing, even if it was a simple as shoes and socks. He wondered what it would be like to get rid of the rest of his clothes, but he blushed underneath his red skin at the thought of showing off his breast. N-no! I'm still a guy, I can't be running around topless...can I?

As if to answer his own question, Brandon heard a slight rip from his shirt. He put his face in his palm with a groan, and he swore he could feel his face stretch out more. His face wasn't quite as long as a dragon muzzle, but he could tell his nose and mouth were definitely pushed out more than normal. "Fucking hell..." he mumbled under his breath. It looked as if he wasn't going to have a say in the matter, unless he dug around other women's lockers to try to find something to cover him up, he was likely going to inevitably be topless.

Brandon felt a surge of anger rush through him. Sure, the body he was being given looked to be absolutely strong and fantastic, but at the same time, it was a transformation he couldn't control. He was going to change into this creature whether he liked it or not, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had already attracted attention from the gym by walking in with his new form. There was no way he could just walk right out casually. His tail lashed out behind him, but at this point Brandon had long stopped caring over his tail. He could feel the back of his shirt pull upwards, in addition to the small rip that had been created in the back too. Out of pure frustration, Brandon grabbed the sides of his shirt, dug his sharpened nails into it, and ripped the shirt off of him in one clean tear. He exposed his chest to the world, and he was ready to let out an inhuman roar, but he was able to control himself enough that he refrained. He still shouted. "Is THIS what you wanted to see, world?!"

Brandon felt frustration, but he also felt relief that his tits were now out in the open. God, I'm even more aroused than before. He thought to himself. His erection was still an issue, but not once did he see it. He reached down to his pants and he could feel his cock, just a smaller size than before. He had been so focused on other things that he didn't even realize his own horniness had been with him the entire time, and exposing more of his body just made him more turned on. I'm becoming some muscle girl freak exhibitionist physically and mentally aren't I?

Brandon made his way to a full length mirror to get another look at his body. His face was pushed out a few inches, though his eyes stayed back, his nose and mouth protruded farther than before. His hair looked longer and smoother, it also looked as if it were turning another color, but Brandon couldn't identify it. His torso was physically fit, there was no denying it. He had abs, but he also had tits, ones that, upon touching, he almost felt his legs give away from the sensitivity. He was poor at comparing how big tits were, he would have guessed D cups at this point.

He then glanced back at his ass and noticed, while it was toned, it had that feminine shape to it. His thighs were absolutely thick as well, he could just imagine crushing a watermelon between them. He wasn't sure how much more his transformation was going to progress. He still had many human traits about him, but with his tail, his teeth, and his reddened skin, he wasn't sure how much longer that was going to last. He still hadn't kept track of time either. At this point, he was more concerned about when it was going to be midnight which would mean his transformation would have been over.

Brandon still felt a sense of anger in him. He took deep breaths, but he could feel that the air escaped from his nostrils that jutted out farther away from his head. Fuck it. If I'm going to transform, I may as well enjoy myself while I'm doing it. He was at a loss for how to fix himself. He was stuck at a gym, topless, and he could tell he would enjoy walking out without a shirt, so he may as well just give in and go with the flow. With a grimace on his face, he stomped out in his bare clawed feet back to the front of the gym.

The first time Brandon came, there weren't very many lookers. The second time, he got quite a few stares at his new form. This time as Brandon came out into the main area, he got looks from men and women alike that stared at his bare chest and large exposed tits. It almost looked like something out of a movie where everyone would stop doing what they were doing to focus on the protagonist entering the bar, as that was exactly what happened in the gym.

Brandon let out a deep growl, one that almost sounded inhuman. "What? Nobody ever see a man want to lift weights before?" Brandon walked over to the small round weights, the individual tiny ones that one could easily lift in one hand, and he lifted up a ten pound with extreme ease. Even Brandon was slightly caught off guard with how pathetic the weight was in his grasp. Brandon tossed aside the weight, and his ears flickered at the thud it made when it hit the carpeted floor. Brandon then tried a 25 pound weight, and he found it was just as light. Brandon was still amazed at how easily he lifted both weights. He had expected the 25 pound weight to prove at least some challenge, but it felt just as light as the first. Brandon then turned his attention over to the benches, and the massive weights around there. He knew he would have never stood a chance lifting weights there before, but the small weights felt so easy, he just had to give the heavier ones a try.

Brandon walked over to the small round weights that attached to the barbells, and picked up the 30 pound weights. Even the 30 pound weights felt like nothing in his grasp. The weight was so light in fact, it was as if he were picking up a feather, just like with the previous weights. Brandon wasn't even sure how surprised he should be at this point. His muscles were absolutely bulging from his feminine body. Brandon being powerful wasn't the question. The question was how powerful his new form had become.

Brandon decided to pass on the 25 weights, and went for the 50s. The 50s proved a bit more challenging to lift, so he put one 50 weight on each side of the barbell, laid down on the bench, and then he looked at the silver bar above him. He wasn't sure about the time. He knew he was still transforming and growing in strength. 
He knew he was going to turn into a she at this point too, it was undeniable, but even if he was going to become a she, then 'she' was going to enjoy herself, regardless of gender.

Brandon took a deep breath, and smiled up at the ceiling. He grabbed the bar from below, and slowly wrapped his fingers around it one at a time. He could feel the small sharp claws he had grown gently brush up against the palm of his red hands, but he ignored the sensations.
He lifted the bar up above his head, and then down to his large chest. Even at 50 pounds each it felt like almost nothing, as if he were bench-pressing clothes. Brandon let out a chuckle as he set down the weights. He loathed the idea of getting up and grabbing more repeatedly though, but before he could even complain about such things out loud, his tail seemed to assist him. Brandon's lengthy dragon tail snuck another 50 pound weight onto his barbell onto one side, and then the other. Even Brandon's tail was powerful, and it didn't look like it had any muscles at all.

Brandon was barely even in control of his tail. He knew he had the muscles to move it, but the tail was more or less moving based on his subconscious. He went back to work lifting the weights while his tail added more. He lifted 100 pounds easily, and then 200. Every time he lowered the barbell to his chest, another weight was added from his tail. His bare toe claws curled as he lifted the weights. He couldn't explain it, but the more weights he lifted, the more aroused he felt.

Brandon paused briefly as he felt his erection grow strong between his legs. He glanced down to see that he still couldn't see his erection, and then he looked from side to side to see that, while some people had tried to go back to their own exercise, others still stared at him. His cock pulsed harder at the sensation, and worse yet, he felt a tingling feeling behind his very balls. He knew what that feeling was, as much as he might want to try to mentally deny it. God...this is so hot. They're watching me. They're seeing how strong I am. Are they afraid? Fuck I hope some of them are, especially those scrawny ones.

Brandon soon realized what he had just thought, but he didn't care. He pumped up the bar, and then lowered it back down. Up, and down. He could feel the muscles in his arms tingle, and his cock throb, but he kept going. He wasn't sure how heavy the barbell was, but each lift made him feel so good inside, as if he were viewing porn. Other people watching him just made him feel so much better, and after the tenth rep, he paused with the barbell in the air, and felt that small cock between his legs have a small orgasm.

Brandon grit his teeth as he came. The amount of cum that left his cock was small, so much so that nobody could even tell that he had orgasmed, although the long pause and shake in his body may have been a hint. He set the barbell back down, and panted slightly. The barbell didn't make him tired, but the orgasm was certainly something. He reached down between his legs and stroked his crotch through his pants. He could still feel his cock, though it had shrank even more during the orgasm. He couldn't even feel his balls though. At the same time, Brandon knew he was being looked at, but he found it hard to care about what people saw him doing. He sat up with a huff, and looked to those staring at him. "What the fuck are you all looking at?" he said with a growl, and a voice that sounded more feminine than he remembered having. He walked his way into the women's locker room again without a second thought.

Once in the locker room, Brandon tore off his pants and underwear to reveal his cock, at least what was left of it. His shaft had been reduced to nothing but a small nub, a nub barely as big as one of his fingers. He couldn't even tell if he was hard or not. Worse yet, he could barely even look down there. If it weren't his tits, the same tits bigger than a D cup now, it was the muzzle that stuck out in front of him. God, can I even call myself a 'he' anymore? He thought to himself. At the same time, he found it hard to be concerned over his changing gender. He reminded himself he was changing physically, as well as mentally, but he wasn't sure what parts of his mind were changed mentally and which remained the same. He knew exposing himself wasn't something that was part of him, but he also wasn't sure if wanting to be strong used to be part of his old self or not.

Brandon marched his way into the showers, turned on the hot water, and let the water rush onto his body. He used the hottest of settings, and even that just felt warm to his skin. I need to calm down and think. He thought to himself. He wasn't sure what he should be doing. He brushed his claw over his hair, and he felt just how smooth and long his hair had become. He also felt something else at the top of his head, and gave another stroke. Part of Brandon swore it felt like ears, but he knew his hearing hadn't shifted very much from where he could already listen from. "Horns?" he said to himself out loud. He stroked the upper corners of his head with both hands and felt two small things protruding out from the sides. While the shape, and the tip, of the things atop of his head had the shape of horns, they didn't feel as sharp as them. Brandon couldn't even find it in himself to be concerned about his transformation, he was more curious as to what it was at this point. His shoulder blades also bothered him, and when he turned around to let the water wash over his back, he swore he felt more water than he should have been able to feel on a part of his body he didn't think he had. He was confused, and he knew he'd have to check a mirror after he finished showering.

Once Brandon finished what he swore must have been his second or third shower, he checked the mirror again. Shape wise he remained largely the same, though he swore his tits were larger than he last recalled. He also had a draconic muzzle that jutted out in front of him, although it looked awkward and he swore it should have looked bigger. His ears were sharper, more like fins, and the thing atop of his head that he felt also looked like two large fins that could pass for horns. The fins curved into an L shape behind him to his luxurious purple colored hair. His eyes still looked the same, but they were now the odd part compared to the rest of his body that seemed to look more fitting on a muscular female dragon.

"So, that's what I'm turning into..." Brandon mumbled to himself. "A strong girl dragon that likes to show off." He had so many questions about the company, about his new shifting mindset, everything. He would have used his phone, but when he ripped off his pants his phone went with it, and he didn't even know where it went off to. He could easily backtrack to find it, but he felt too frustrated about his transformation to focus on such a task.

Brandon helped himself to one of the many towels the gym provided. He brushed his hands across his body and felt his new scales forming into place. He was reminded almost of how a fish felt, but not quite as soft. On the contrary, his new scales were hard with muscles underneath, although he felt as if he had dry skin. The sensation didn't feel bad, but he felt colder than normal. If I work out a bit more, then I can heat myself back up. He thought to himself. It was just one reason why a dragoness of his size would want to work out regularly.

Brandon walked back out of the locker room, after he had dried off. The gym had emptied out a bit by now, though what few people there were still stared at Brandon's form. Brandon himself didn't even care at that point that he was naked. He felt aroused, but he wasn't erect. He no longer had the capability to get an erection with how much his cock had transformed.

"What the fuck are all you little shits looking at?" Brandon said with another growl. He wasn't sure what else to do at the gym. He had gone to the sauna, he ran the treadmill, he lifted weights, he swam, he had done so many things at the gym one might normally do.

He then paused when he noticed there was a punching bag that sat atop of one spring. There were a bunch of them set up on mats, all of them unused. The punching bags were a fairly dull brown in color and looked simple. Brandon was still furious, and with a wicked smile, he knew he could use this to take his anger out on.

Brandon marched his way to one of the punching bags, and he made a fist. His ears flickered at the sound of silence that now filled the gym. He couldn't even hear the music that previously blared over the speakers, but he wasn't going to complain. With a hard right, he slammed his fist into the punching bag. The bag flew down and smacked the ground hard before it flopped back up, and Brandon gave it another swift punch to send it to the ground, and then another. The bag kept coming up, and he punched it back down.

Brandon wasn't sure if the punching bag was meant to smash repeatedly onto the floor, but he didn't care. He was furious, he was angry, and he knew he wasn't going to get answers, nor was he going to get help from anyone in the gym. He slammed the punching bag hard with his fist and watch it hit the ground so hard that his ears picked up the noise of the bag suddenly leaking sand.

"Pathetic." Brandon mumbled. He gave the punching bag one more punch, one that he thought was a light punch, but in reality was strong enough to send the bag to the floor again, and the hole widened big enough to the point it leaked rapidly onto the ground until the bag had been ruined. Normally, Brandon would have been concerned that he just broke someone else's equipment, but now he didn't care. It wasn't his fault that the gym couldn't handle the strength that he put out as a dragon. Brandon just moved to another punching bag, and started the process once more with a strong kick.

Even Brandon's kicks were powerful enough to break the next punching bag in less than a minute. Brandon knew he shouldn't have had the arm power, or leg power to do this, but it made him feel so good, and it gave him a sense of pride he never had before. Nobody told him to stop, they just stared. With a chuckle, Brandon looked back to the treadmills, one of the very first things he used to run. Before he was humiliated and he fell on them, but now was the chance for vengeance.

Brandon marched his way to the treadmills with a grin on his face. His tail lashed out, and he could feel something on his shoulder blades stretch outwards. He didn't look back to see what it was, but he could just mentally tell that it was a pair of wings, however small on his back. Brandon started up the treadmill on medium speed, and he started running naked. He felt his tits bounce up and down with each step he took as the treadmill began to pick up in speed, but he didn't care. He was enjoying himself. His cock for what size it was barely bounced at all, and his muscles were strong and firm, causing little bounce. His ass did move a bit, but nowhere near as significant as his tits.

This explains why sport bras are a thing. Brandon thought to himself as he ran. He could feel a burning sensation between his legs, right where his balls once were. He could tell that he was becoming a full-fledged she, and the more he ran, the harder it was to refer to himself as a male. He definitely did not look the part at all anymore, even nude.

Brandon doubted he could break the treadmill. He had set it at the highest speed, and even he was keeping up with that effortlessly. He could only assume it must have been close to midnight at this point. His tail had grown well over three feet long, his wings continued to grow in, as well as the muscles to control them, and he could feel his vagina slowly open. Unlike last time when he felt so distracted, he was able to be both distracted, and keep up running at the highest speed without any problems.

The treadmill continued to run at the highest setting easily. Brandon was a little disappointed he couldn't break that machine too. He was ready to break all the machines with his strength and speed, purely by using them at their maximum capacity. The difference when he first came to the gym was clear. He went from a pathetic looking nerd, to a very powerful looking dragoness. Brandon felt his hair flow, and the fins grow longer behind his head. He opened his wings, and gave them a few small flaps to test them out. He couldn't help but wonder if he could actually fly with them, and there was only one way to find out.

Brandon stopped the treadmill, and hopped off casually. If I'm going to become a woman, then I should become one in the most pleasurable way I can think of before I test out flying though. He thought to himself. He wondered what was pleasurable, and then he remembered lifting weights, and how good it felt to lift, and how people stared. Of course he still drew attention from what few people there were. With that grin still on his face that showed off his pristine white dragon fangs, Brandon walked back to the weights, and piled on the round weights onto the large barbell. He grabbed each and every weight that he could possibly put on the barbell and slipped them on. Tens, 25s, even 100s. He wasn't sure how much the barbell weighed after he piled on as many weighs as he could, but he knew it was well over 400 pounds. Brandon glanced to the left, and then to the right. He could tell there were still so many people staring at him, and at this point, he practically wanted them to see just what he was capable of, and how much he could lift with his newly formed dragon body.

Brandon made his way to the bench and laid down. He felt his tail lash happily, and his wings spread. His spiked ears that looked like fins flickered as he could hear the muscles stretch and bones crack in the new wings as they grew larger. A quick spread and he could tell they were almost as tall as he was, and growing wider by the minute. He was going to have to take a look in the mirror one more time once he was done lifting weights as heavy as he could have made them. For the time being however, Brandon wrapped his fingertips around the barbell slowly, and then with a focused look, he lifted up the weights.
The weight of the barbell was actually quite heavy. Even all of Brandon's newly formed muscles and stronger body had a tough time lifting as much weight as he had put on, but he didn't relent. The barbell slipped down closer to his body, but he managed to hold it up right above his tits. Out of the corner of his eyes, one of the few things that was still human, he could see others looking very, very worried. He could tell that, if he failed to get the weights lifted up, they were not going to be able to help him lift it up, not with how heavy he made it.

With deep rapid breaths, Brandon lifted up the weight, and let loose a draconic roar as he did. He felt the adrenaline race through his body, his heart raced, and the biggest thing of all, the slit between his legs finally opened up and changed his gender from a he, into a she.

Brandon felt himself, or rather, herself, have a small orgasm the moment her new vagina was created. She grit her sharp teeth, and she felt something strange happen with her eyes. She was too focused on the weights to pay much attention to her body though. She knew she was now a woman, and that her transformation had likely completely finished. It could only have meant that it was midnight. With a deep breath, Brandon set the weights back down onto the handle, and stood up. She could feel her body gently sweat, but she felt a sense of pride swell within her that she had never felt before.

Brandon stood up again, and she felt her wings stretch out as wide as her arm span. The changes to her wings was quite quick compared to the rest of her body, but since she couldn't look back and watch them change personally, it worked for her. She went to take a look in the full length mirror one more time to see her new transformed body.

Brandon's hair had changed into a purple color and it went down just past her neck in length. She ran her hand through her hair to feel that it was both soft, and smooth. She had what looked like two large red horns that went horizontally behind her head located just on the sides of her forehead, but the horns had a hint of a bend to them. The tips were still sharp enough to hurt if poked though. 
Her eyes were blood red and slit like a dragon's own, a change that occurred as Brandon looked at the mirror. It was almost scary to watch the last bits of her humanity fade in such a manner, but she knew it would return.

The top half of Brandon's head was as red as her eyes, while right below her extended muzzle and cheeks were a bright pink, almost girlish in appearance, but she didn't care. She also had two red fins that almost looked like a fish's pectoral fin. Of course, as she smiled, she revealed her pristine white sharp fangs.

Her torso, arms, and legs were flat out powerful. Her muscles weren't hyper, a person could achieve her kinds of muscle mass, but it would take a very long time. She had a six pack set of abs, and tits big enough to stick out even with the size of her muscles. She had an ass behind her too with those muscles, and thick thighs that looked as if they could crush a skull if placed between her legs.

Brandon's tail was mostly red on top and the sides with pink below it. The tail started off thick, and thinned down as it went to the tip, and was just a bit longer than her arms and legs. She also had her massive wings, and as Brandon flapped her colorful orange and purple wings, she had one burning question on her mind. Can I really fly with these?

Brandon was still angry at the people that had transformed her into a being without her consent, but if this was the form she was going to be given every night, then it was a form she could work with. She knew she had changed mentally too, but she wasn't sure in which ways as the mental changes were more subtle. She knew she was more egotistical, and being out in the nude turned her on more than usual, but that was all she had really thought was different. With her change finished though, and her mind having the burning question if she could fly, she knew she wasn't going to get the answer sitting around at the gym. Brandon made her way back out of the gym, and out into the night. 

The temperature outside had dropped to become more chilly, more so with Brandon's new form. Brandon took a deep breath and he was greeted with the scent of a bonfire. She glanced over at the apartment buildings where she had come from to get to the gym, and an idea developed in her head. The idea was crazy, but her new mindset loved it. She made her way back to the apartments. She lacked a key to get inside, but people often propped the outer door open anyways, and she was not disappointed this time either to get in. She had no intention to go back to her own apartment however. Rather, she continued climbing up the stairs to the very top. There was a ladder that led to a locked trapdoor, but that didn't stop her. With Brandon's newfound strength, she grabbed the lock, and broke it with a quick tug. She then opened up the hatch, and got up to the roof of the apartment building.

Brandon was greeted with a soft breeze on her bare naked body. She could feel the wind, and it caused her nipples to become slightly erect from the chill. She walked over to the front edge of the apartment building, and she glanced down to the street below. The drop was a good three floors, and while survivable by humans, Brandon felt a bit intimidated by the fall. Sure she was now a dragon, and one filled with ego and confidence, but there was still Brandon deep down in her. "I have wings. Why the fuck would I not be able to fly?" she asked herself with a hint of a growl. She had to get rid of the lack of confidence that the old Brandon had. She was now a strong dragoness with huge wings and a long tail that swept the ground. She could probably bench press a car if she tried hard enough at this point. Surely she could fly, and if not, she'd hit the ground with a hard thud and be fine. She felt like some sort of superhero in this new form, a superhero that came out of the shadows every night, she just needed to do one thing that many superheroes did.

Brandon closed her wings behind her, covered her arms in an X formation, and dove down the side of the apartment building. She felt the air rush through her body as she quickly approached the ground. She wasn't sure if she could have jumped from that height and lived in honesty, but something deep down told her that she could have, and whether that was her ego, or she actually could survive was another question entirely. Jumping from that height wasn't what she intended to test though. Brandon spread his wings and she felt her wings catch the wind. She went from vertically down, to horizontally in the blink of an eye. She wasn't quite flying upwards, but her descent was greatly slowed as she started to glide down. The drop was quite short, so she didn't quite get the time needed to try to fly upwards, but she landed on her dragon claws on the grass safely.

Brandon's heart raced with another surge of adrenaline, something that made her feel so aroused. She knew that, as a dragoness, she was clearly a thrill seeker as well as exercise enthusiast. "Fuck! That felt so good." She said to herself with a huge grin on her face. She needed something more though, she only had enough of a fall to glide down, she had no idea if she could actually fly back up, and she mentally begged to know the answer to that.

Brandon was half ready to try to fly up from the ground, but that just didn't feel nearly that exciting. She wanted to dive down from one of the tallest buildings and fly around up high, soaring through the sky! The sheer thought about flying over a city made her new nether lips grow wet with anticipation. She knew she wasn't going to fit in her car though, and walking was a no go if she turned back during the morning. One thing was for sure though, changing didn't feel nearly as much of a 'punishment' as the letter had made it out to be.

Brandon wasn't sure what else she could do. She knew it was midnight, and she only had a few hours based on the letter to try out new things in her new form. She flexed her muscles, and then looked over to a car parked in a driveway. She knew she had just found it a little difficult to lift a barbell weight not that long ago, and it made her wonder just how hard it could be to lift a car. This is ridiculous. Brandon thought to herself as she approached the back of the car. The car was a fairly standard four door small car. She could only wonder what people thought of her as she stood behind it, seemingly menacingly with her stature and the size of the car. I can't really lift this, can I? She asked herself, but she was soon greeted with an answer that she should be able to, after all, she was the strongest dragon alive! At least, that's what she told herself.

Brandon flexed her claws as she reached underneath the car, and grabbed the bottom of the back. She just tried to casually lift, and she noticed it just wasn't going anywhere. Brandon was only half sure as to why she was doing this. She needed a thrill, she needed something to get her heart pumping. The feeling of adrenaline was better than sex in this new body. She wasn't ready to go attacking people or anything that one would consider downright evil or bad. She wasn't a mean dragoness, but she was one that just had to show off, even if that meant lifting cars that belonged to random strangers. Brandon took a deep breath as she lifted and pulled as much of her muscles as possible to lift up the car. She couldn't lift up the car as a whole, but a lot of that had to do with her size versus the size of the car, but she could lift the back of it. She could feel her muscles bulge and veins throb as she held the back of the gray car. She felt herself achieve a small orgasm from showing off such a feat, and let out a happy draconic roar.

Brandon dropped the car, and took a few deep breaths. Her new form was so powerful, and showing off her, and her muscles just gave her a huge sense of pride and happiness she had never felt as a human. Maybe that's it. They thought I was too depressed as a human, so they're giving me this form to spend my nights in. Fuck, I wish I could be like this all the time. She thought to herself. She wasn't even sure if it was her new mindset, or her old mindset that had such desires. She knew she had one strong desire that she just had to take care of somehow, someway. She looked around with her head held high with her plan to find the tallest building nearby possible. She knew she had no time to get to the city, much less the capability to drive her own car at this point if she wanted to, but she thought that perhaps she could try to spot something taller than the apartment building she had just jumped off of. Worst case scenario, I'll just...politely ask someone to give me a ride. She thought with a smile. The streets still had a few occasional cars travelling by.

Brandon thought that was what she should just do. She stuck out her thumb, spread her wings slightly, and pointed towards the city. It wasn't long before a pickup truck stopped, and the window rolled down to reveal a man with his eyes wide. "Where are you going ma'am?" he asked, slightly afraid.

Brandon normally knew better than to hitchhike, but in her new form, she could very easily fend for herself. She wasn't sure if her new scaled body allowed her to take a bullet, but she could easily overpower most, if not all humans. "The city." Brandon said with a slight sway in her step. She hopped into the back of the pickup truck with a quick leap higher than what most humans were capable of pulling off. "And step on it, I got places to be."

"Right. Gotta go there anyway." The man rolled up the window, and then drove off once Brandon was settled in the back of the truck.

Brandon thought she could have sat next to the guy in the truck, but she still wasn't entirely sure what all of her new emotions were. She didn't want to do something to him that she'd end up regretting, not that she had any strange kinds of thoughts about what to do with him. She did think up the idea of sex briefly, but the idea just didn't arouse her as much as she thought it would. She was now a woman, guys should have been her thing, yet she just couldn't think enough to get into it. At least this new mind isn't totally whorish. She thought to herself. She spread her wings, stuck the tip of her tail right outside the edge of the car, and relaxed.

The drive to the city was uninteresting and uneventful. Brandon spent the drive looking and admiring her new form, and watching other cars drive behind just stare at her. Brandon hadn't once worried about getting dressed. Sure it was chilly, but she just felt so powerful and so good to show herself off. She flexed for a car behind her, and chuckled when the man was so distracted he nearly swerved off the road!

Brandon soon saw the sights of the tall buildings and lights. She didn't live in New York, but the city still had some things open. Regardless, it wasn't any of the open buildings she was looking towards, but the tallest building in the city. She was able to see that from the drive, and she estimated that building to be a good 40-50 stories, plenty high enough for her to try to do what she desired. She'd let the man drive to the outskirts of the city, a good ten minutes away from the building before she just hopped out of the speeding car with a casual "Hyup" and onto the ground. She knew that most humans could not have done such a thing easily, yet here she was able to easily pull off jumping out of a high speed vehicle.

Brandon casually made her way through the city streets nude. The old Brandon would have been very afraid about walking around dark alleyways well after midnight, but not the new her. Anyone that tried anything against her would be punched so hard that they would have left an impact on the wall that they were thrown up against.

Brandon made her way to the tallest building, and glanced around at the sides. The building was practically made out of glass windows, but there were steel beams that went upwards. Of course the building was closed for the night, and the doors were locked, but that didn't stop her. Brandon looked down at her mighty claws, and with a large smile, she buried her claws deep into the steel. It wasn’t just her muscles that were stronger, her nails were so sharp that she could dig into metal! She clawed her way up the building bit by bit. She was leaving some imprints of her claws behind, but she didn't care.

Brandon glanced down after she spent only who knew how long climbing up. She could still see the ground, but she estimated she was a good 10-15 stories above the ground. She could feel her heart pound, and her body fill with more adrenaline which turned her on again. She learned more and more about her dragon form, and she liked it. Just imagine, a superhero hah...they'll never find out who I really am because I'll turn back during the day. Or maybe I could do...other things like this. Brandon thought to himself. Not just a super hero, but perhaps a super villain, or somewhere in between. Brandon didn't feel inherently evil in this new body, but she did feel superior towards others, and she should be rewarded as such, and treated as such.

Another 15 floors later, Brandon glanced down at the sidewalk below. She could make out someone recording her, but she didn't care. She wanted them to film it. It's not like she was creating massive damage, just some dents in metal that could easily be fixed, and they couldn't trace it back to her human form anyways. Brandon could just feel her new cunt drip with anticipation over what she was going to do once she made it to the top floor. She felt her wings shiver, and her tail lash behind her happily. She wasn't afraid of falling, she was excited for flying.

Once Brandon made it to the very top of the building, she didn't pay attention to the sights of what was on the building, rather she turned her sights to the city. She could make out the various buildings below, blinking lights, moving cars, and the cold breeze as if she were standing on top of a mountain. She knew the old Brandon would have been terrified being as high up as she was. Most people would react that way, especially when there was no barrier in place to prevent her from falling back down to the ground.

Brandon took a deep breath. She reflected on her transformation into what she now was, a muscular dragoness. She knew she would turn back eventually, but then she would transform again. Transforming at the gym, while humiliating, also felt arousing in her new form. Her wings spread open instantly, and she dropped from the building. She let her wings catch air as she flapped them a few times and gained a few inches in height. She felt herself truly flying through the air, and seemingly effortlessly at that.
Maybe...maybe I don't have to worry about trying to fix this 'curse' of mine. Brandon thought to herself as she flew out of the city and aimed towards her home, just as she saw the sun start to rise. At least, for now.