\n\t\t\t\t\triisDragons. Dangerous to hold, dangerous to behold. Enclosed captivity means little room to slake their lusts and many victims for potential mates.
They studied him, even as he swelled. They prodded him, even as he grew massive breasts. They stopped feeding him but he continued to grow. His body pushed out in every direction with flesh, seductive and strong, his pleasure at his corrupting body growing stronger, just as his scent was.
Every night the scientists went home, they found themselves randy and lusting for their mates. Pounding for hours in bed only to drag themselves out by morning to return to work, return to his scent. By the fifth day, no one seemed to care about the research, only the weight in their balls and the pressure in their chests, the need in their bellies and the intoxicating scent coming from his chamber. They were all too afraid to enter or open the door.
On the seventh day, one scientist finally broke. He entered the chamber, setting of sirens, alarms, and notifying the whole facility that the quarantine had been breached. He walked across the seed-splattered ground towards the heaving, groaning, bloated beast laying unrestrained on the ground, stroking its massive erection with one powerful foot, heavy milk pouring from its vein-throbbed breasts.
Beholding its new servant, the dragon erupted. Potent musk flooded the human and swelled him. The man transformed before the dragon's lust-blinded eyes, thickening and growing in great heaves. The transformative scents billowing out from the door into the rest of the facility...