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on FA", "writing": "“Can’t believe it’s empty again… Don’t they ever fill these damn things up?” Jacque, the horny dragon muttered to himself as he frustratedly kept knocking on the button of the condom dispenser with his claw. He was annoyed, but hardly surprised; they rarely even refilled the soap and the toilet paper, so it didn’t come as a shock that there were only new condoms once in a red moon.\n\n\nBut just as he was about to head out to buy some in the local store, the doors of one of the stalls flung open. The dragon watched as a colorful gryphon unassumingly headed out of the stall and began to wash his hands, throwing a slight glance at the motionless dragon who followed his every move with a calculating gaze. He was quite the handsome and cheerful looking guy, his bright, colorful set of feathers contrasting with the dark purple coat of scales of the dragon. Even though he seemed to be lost in his thoughts a little bit at first, it didn’t take him long to realize that someone was staring at him from the other side of the restroom.\n\n\n“Uhm, any way I can help, sir?” He asked nervously as he had to get uncomfortably close to the mysterious stranger to get some soap on his hands, starting to get a little nervous as the dragon just wouldn’t take his eyes off him. He couldn’t imagine what prompted the judging look; surely he didn’t accidentally come into the women’s bathroom…? Maybe it was closed and he didn’t notice?\n\n\n“What’s your name?” The dragon asked, raising one of his eyebrows. His voice sounded deep, yet airy like a whisper, his long, sharp teeth flashing out as he opened his mouth to speak.\n\n\n“I’m Frysco! Nice to meet you…” The gryph replied, hesitantly reaching out his soapy hand for a shake before retracting it after not being reciprocated. Confusion and nervousness swept over him as an awkward silence fell upon the room, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of the stranger’s mouth. “Is there something wrong…? I’m… Really confused, haha”\n\n\nWithout any apparent cause, suddenly an eerie aura took over the room. The gryphon felt extremely weary and paranoid all of a sudden, and these feelings only continued to amplify as strange forces took over the unassuming public bathroom. Quiet rumbling could be heard from the distance, which kept inching closer and closer, soon starting to shake the entire area. The lights flickered and the mirrors nearly fell off the walls, and the doors of all the stalls began to open and close frantically, as if a raging demon had entered the room.\n\n\n“Spirits of transformation, heed my call…” The dragon’s eyes suddenly turned black and his wings spread out, completely blocking the only exit out of the room. Purple flames appeared around his hands and the lights went out, leaving the bathroom to be illuminated by a faint violet hue.\n\n\n“What the hell… That escalated quickly…” Frysco muttered in shock and amazement, slowly backing away from the stranger, but soon hitting the wall on the other side; he was trapped. Purple beams of light stemming from the spell weaver’s hands crawled through the air and wrapped around the gryphon’s body like hundreds of snakes, encasing him in a dizzying whirlpool. He flailed his hands and flapped his wings, but he couldn’t break free from the magic spell. The beams kept glowing brighter and spinning around him faster as the dragon continued his magic spell.\n\n\n“Turn this gryphon, Frysco, into a condom, an instrument of my pleasure. Make him bend and stretch to my will!” He chanted in an ominous tone, making the magic cage around the gryph even tighter. The air seemed to vibrate and spark with electricity; his spell was working.\n\n\n“A condom?? Of all things??” Frysco cried out in a panic, and though he couldn’t tell if it was just a figment of his imagination, his body started feeling a little… strange. His limbs, though very faintly, began to feel like they could reach a lot further than he was used to, almost like they were stretchy like rubber. His feathers, instead of their usual fluffiness, clung tightly to his body, and would not separate from his skin no matter how the gryph moved. His legs were starting to shake with weakness, barely able to sustain his weight… Though paradoxically, he felt like his entire body was rapidly losing weight at the same time.\n\n\nAs time went on, the transformation process just kept speeding up and getting more drastic. What only felt like strange hallucinations at first, started transforming his body in unbelievable ways: His wings and arms were stuck to his body, and his legs fused together. Unable to keep his balance, Frysco fell on the floor, only to notice that instead of hurting himself, he merely bounced back like a balloon filled with air, before falling back on the ground and deflating.\n\n\nHe looked nothing like his former self now. Lying on the floor like an empty sleeping bag, he’d completely lost any ability to move. His features were starting to disappear as his head and neck sunk into his torso, his legs got shorter, and his face got flat like a pancake that barely resembled what he used to look like before this madness began.\n\n\nOnce his body had completely lost all of its former features, the gryph started to shrink. The bathroom around him seemed to get incomprehensibly big, as the once tall guy shrunk to the size of the average condom; just a couple of inches in length. But even that couldn’t last for long, as the dragon wanted his creation to be a brand new, unopened condom- so Frysco quickly shrunk into a thin little circle of rubber, with a bit of a thicker rim and a lump in the middle. At this point, the only things that remained of him were the colors and a pattern painted on the surface that seemed similar to the face of the gryphon before the transformation.\n\n\nTo finish everything off, the dragon produced a shiny film package around his creation to really make him seem brand new, sealing it off to keep him fresh and clean. With that, the only thing left to do was to watch as the bright green and orange colored condom packet floated gracefully into the container. As soon as the condom disappeared in the machine, the lights came back on in the restroom and the magic flames disappeared; it was pretty much impossible to tell what had just occurred a few moments earlier. The dragon playfully pressed the button of the dispenser and the packet he created fell into his hand- he was ready for the night.\n\n\nDespite his dramatic change in shape and size and the fact that all of his organs had been disintegrated and melted into rubber, Frysco somehow remained conscious. It felt scary and strange not being able to speak, hear or see, but one sense of his remained: his touch. He sensed that he was slipped into the dragon’s pocket and carried away, wondering what would happen to him.\n\n\nHe didn’t have to keep guessing for very long, as the dragon was a master pick-up artist- though most of his skill could likely be attributed to his magic spells. It didn’t even take half an hour until he convinced someone to get down and dirty with him, and Frysco was pulled out of the pocket once again. It felt a lot less tight finally being out of that package, and for a bit, the gryphon turned condom could feel the fragrance of sweat and cigarette smoke in the air. It almost felt like his remaining senses were heightened even more than how they used to be before the morphosis.\n\n\nThough he couldn’t see or hear a thing, he knew perfectly well what was about to come. He felt a salty taste and a slightly bumpy texture as he was placed on the end of the dragon’s tip, and soon enough, his entire body started stretching out again. It wasn’t painful- just like the initial transformation didn’t really cause him any pain either- but he could definitely feel himself stretching and bending around the long, girthy member of the dragon, sensing every bit of the rough, scaly detail upon it. If he had the ability to spit it out, he most certainly would have done that by then; he wasn’t a fan of the taste of dragon cock, but the worst was just yet to come.\n\n\nAs the penis entered into the unknown vagina, the usual, salty taste of sweaty cock and precum was mixed with a strong pussy taste. Slightly sour, definitely making a strange mixture of flavors with the male organ… A mixture that made him want to throw up. Frysco had never tasted pussy and cock at the very same time before, but now he could experience it. Even though the entire ordeal of being turned into a condom was terrifying, and the amalgamation of tastes felt downright nauseating, he couldn’t help, but feel a little aroused by the situation.\n\n\nHis sensory adventure wasn’t only limited to tastes, either: he could feel the soft fleshiness of the vagina rubbing up against him, while the rough dragon cock remained steady underneath as he clung tightly to it. He could sense every pulse and twitch of both of the genitals, and felt the liquids drip all over him, knowing that he was the one who prevented the two from mixing.\n\n\nThe heat just kept growing. Even though his skin was well lubricated, the constant friction inevitably warmed the condom up, making him even softer and stretchier. He felt the girl orgasm a few times, as the pussy tightened around him and he was drenched in a sweet juice that eventually coated all of him and then dripped down onto the balls of the dragon. He could only wonder how the magician felt knowing that the rubber around his member felt everything; he imagined his satisfied, sadistic smile with every thrust, and his pride in showing off just how much of a sex machine he was.\n\n\nAfter a while, he felt that the little bulge at the end was starting to fill up with salty, sticky precum, and it was starting to drip all over his insides. It felt like someone dragged a cum covered glove all over his tongue while forcing his beak open, giving no chance to get away from it. He wanted to gag but he couldn’t- the gryph had become a prisoner of the steamy, gross intercourse of the dragon who transformed him. His master wouldn’t be able to keep going for long as he was already on the edge of an orgasm, judging from the heightened pace, and the fact that the dick was now harder than a rock. He tried his best not to rip, even though there wasn’t really much that he could do. His colorful face got slammed deep into the pussy a few more times… And then, it finally happened.\n\n\nThe aroused dragon penis spewed a nice, healthy load of thick cum into its conscious rubbery coat, making Frysco’s body swell up at the top. He could feel himself getting even bigger and tighter from the pressure, almost feeling like he was about to burst- but his stretchy latex skin was well-equipped to handle such great loads. Although he felt a bit of disgust at the salty taste and gooey consistency of the dragon sperm, Frysco couldn’t help, but feel... Strangely proud of himself. After all, this was his purpose as a condom, and he’d done his job well.\n\n\nThe penis was pulled out, and with it, the colorful piece of birth control with sticky vaginal juices on one side, and a nice big load of semen on the other. His tip bulged downwards like a small balloon, and his thick rim could barely hold itself in place because of the weight at the front. He felt stretched, tired, but ultimately accomplished; the only question that remained was what would happen to him after the fact.\n\n\nAfter a job well done- from both parties- the dragon pulled the dripping condom off his penis and tied the end in a knot. “Hey! Is this what I get for my work??” The gryph-condom thought to himself as he felt the cold, wet touch of the bathroom floor all over him, with tastes that he would rather not have described… He’d simply been disposed of. Like a lifeless object. And not even in a proper way.\n\n\n–\n\n\nSome time had passed. Frysco wasn’t sure how much time, as his perception of it had become just as warped as that painful knot at the end of his body, but it felt like ages. He simply waited for a janitor to pick him up and throw him in the trash, but what happened was far less uncomfortable and disturbing: he suddenly felt a pleasant tingling in his body, similar to the one he felt while being transformed.\n\n\nSure enough, changes quickly started happening to his body. He started growing in size, and limbs began to grow out of the sides of the puffy, tied up condom. The knot at the end formed into a gryphon head, which kept gaining details that looked more and more like Frysco, wings separated from the back, and finally soft, fluffy feathers popped out of his once shiny and smooth body.\n\n\nJacque watched as the victim of his magical mischief gasped the first breath of air that he had in several hours, and frantically looked all over his body for any physical proof of what just happened to him. It was hard to believe that he really was just a condom a few moments ago, but the magic seemed to work flawlessly. The dragon took one last look at the handsome gryphon who saved his yesterday night, then disappeared before the two could even exchange words.\n\n\nFrysco looked around to make sure he wasn’t dreaming anymore. That’s right, it must have been a dream. Never before in his life did he think that he’d be so thankful not to be a condom, but here he was, happily heading out of the bathroom while looking at his beautiful, shiny feathers, enjoying how he was able to move again, and most of all, feeling thankful that he wasn’t forced to taste dragon cum anymore.\n\n\nLittle did the unfortunate gryphon know, his joyful experience would be rather short-lived. Just before he could touch the doorknob and head out of this cursed bathroom, the tingling took over him again, and soon, he found himself too weak to reach out his arm to grab the handle. “No! This can’t be happening!” He thought to himself in a panic, desperately trying to stay on his feet before collapsing again, in the exact same way he did when he was first transformed by the dragon.\n\n\nThis time, the process was a lot faster and smoother. It took only seconds for him to turn completely unrecognizable, be packed into his usual, shiny packaging and be flown right back into that dispenser where he’d sit alone, waiting for the next cock he’d be pulled on. He wanted to bang on the glass, beg anyone to help him out of there, but he had no mouth and no hands… Only his terrified consciousness stuffed into the lifeless piece of rubber.\n\n\nAs much as he hoped for the dragon to come back, it wasn’t him, who came into the bathroom looking for a condom the next time. His new, unknown client stretched him out so much that he thought he was about to rip, and his mind was instantly filled with a taste that distinctly reminded him of a horse. He was then shoved into a similarly sized pussy, the fishy taste of which made him want to puke his guts out… If he still had his guts.\n\n\nAnother massive load of semen exploded into him after minutes of merciless thrusting and rubbing, filling him up so tight that it even started dripping out at the end. Frysco was mercilessly torn off the horse's cock and thrown into the bathroom’s trash can still dripping with semen. He was aching all over and suffered greatly from the bitter, yet sweaty and pungent taste that covered his whole body, which was now mixed with the alcoholic flavor of the dirty wet wipes inside of the bin. Being in such a state felt truly repulsive, but the magic was out of the gryphon’s control.\n\n\nThis time, there was no one there to turn him back. The dragon wouldn’t return, and he wasn’t able to communicate his predicament to anyone else, so lying in that stinky, disgusting trash can, the once-gryphon had to start accepting his fate. Hours had passed, and although he still had horse cum and pussy juice dried all over him, the tastes slowly started getting more familiar, and after a while, they became less and less noticeable. He thought about how the trash can would eventually have to be emptied, how he’d be thrown onto a dump, and maybe eventually end up in the ocean. That wouldn’t be so bad after all… He’d have some peace.\n\n\nBut just as he thought that through, the now-usual sensations of the transformation swept over him again. Frysco observed with nervous hopefulness as his body was starting to shape again- this process seemed to be faster and faster each time it happened. It only took a couple of seconds for him to stand once again as the colorful, tall gryph he once was, and although he found it hard to believe, a new sense of hope struck into him again.\n\n\nHe smiled at his old, familiar reflection in the mirror and ran for the bathroom door again to finally escape this mess once and for all… Only to be crushed by the realization that he couldn’t grab the knob. His arms turned into jelly again, and the all too familiar process started again. Maybe it was an accident, or it was an intentional, cruel joke from the magical dragon, but the magic had thrown him into an endless loop. Frysco was once again at the bottom of the condom dispenser, waiting for the next horny guy to be his guest, only to be came into and disposed of somewhere.\n\n\nAnd the cycle continued. It went on and on, with hundreds, if not thousands of cocks being wrapped in the colorful condom, and Frysco could only silently suffer from the various tastes and sensations. Old cocks, young cocks, pussies and dirty assholes, he tasted them all- only to be transformed back into his original form for a few minutes, just to get a brief taste of what life was like before this madness all began. He would then, of course, rush for the door again, hopeful that maybe, just maybe, he’d finally woken up and he could get his old life back… Only for his hopes to be shattered time and time again, as he was turned into a neatly packaged, nice little condom for the next random passerby to use.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Can’t believe it’s empty again… Don’t they ever fill these damn things up?” Jacque, the horny dragon muttered to himself as he frustratedly kept knocking on the button of the condom dispenser with his claw. He was annoyed, but hardly surprised; they rarely even refilled the soap and the toilet paper, so it didn’t come as a shock that there were only new condoms once in a red moon.


But just as he was about to head out to buy some in the local store, the doors of one of the stalls flung open. The dragon watched as a colorful gryphon unassumingly headed out of the stall and began to wash his hands, throwing a slight glance at the motionless dragon who followed his every move with a calculating gaze. He was quite the handsome and cheerful looking guy, his bright, colorful set of feathers contrasting with the dark purple coat of scales of the dragon. Even though he seemed to be lost in his thoughts a little bit at first, it didn’t take him long to realize that someone was staring at him from the other side of the restroom.


“Uhm, any way I can help, sir?” He asked nervously as he had to get uncomfortably close to the mysterious stranger to get some soap on his hands, starting to get a little nervous as the dragon just wouldn’t take his eyes off him. He couldn’t imagine what prompted the judging look; surely he didn’t accidentally come into the women’s bathroom…? Maybe it was closed and he didn’t notice?


“What’s your name?” The dragon asked, raising one of his eyebrows. His voice sounded deep, yet airy like a whisper, his long, sharp teeth flashing out as he opened his mouth to speak.


“I’m Frysco! Nice to meet you…” The gryph replied, hesitantly reaching out his soapy hand for a shake before retracting it after not being reciprocated. Confusion and nervousness swept over him as an awkward silence fell upon the room, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of the stranger’s mouth. “Is there something wrong…? I’m… Really confused, haha”


Without any apparent cause, suddenly an eerie aura took over the room. The gryphon felt extremely weary and paranoid all of a sudden, and these feelings only continued to amplify as strange forces took over the unassuming public bathroom. Quiet rumbling could be heard from the distance, which kept inching closer and closer, soon starting to shake the entire area. The lights flickered and the mirrors nearly fell off the walls, and the doors of all the stalls began to open and close frantically, as if a raging demon had entered the room.


“Spirits of transformation, heed my call…” The dragon’s eyes suddenly turned black and his wings spread out, completely blocking the only exit out of the room. Purple flames appeared around his hands and the lights went out, leaving the bathroom to be illuminated by a faint violet hue.


“What the hell… That escalated quickly…” Frysco muttered in shock and amazement, slowly backing away from the stranger, but soon hitting the wall on the other side; he was trapped. Purple beams of light stemming from the spell weaver’s hands crawled through the air and wrapped around the gryphon’s body like hundreds of snakes, encasing him in a dizzying whirlpool. He flailed his hands and flapped his wings, but he couldn’t break free from the magic spell. The beams kept glowing brighter and spinning around him faster as the dragon continued his magic spell.


“Turn this gryphon, Frysco, into a condom, an instrument of my pleasure. Make him bend and stretch to my will!” He chanted in an ominous tone, making the magic cage around the gryph even tighter. The air seemed to vibrate and spark with electricity; his spell was working.


“A condom?? Of all things??” Frysco cried out in a panic, and though he couldn’t tell if it was just a figment of his imagination, his body started feeling a little… strange. His limbs, though very faintly, began to feel like they could reach a lot further than he was used to, almost like they were stretchy like rubber. His feathers, instead of their usual fluffiness, clung tightly to his body, and would not separate from his skin no matter how the gryph moved. His legs were starting to shake with weakness, barely able to sustain his weight… Though paradoxically, he felt like his entire body was rapidly losing weight at the same time.


As time went on, the transformation process just kept speeding up and getting more drastic. What only felt like strange hallucinations at first, started transforming his body in unbelievable ways: His wings and arms were stuck to his body, and his legs fused together. Unable to keep his balance, Frysco fell on the floor, only to notice that instead of hurting himself, he merely bounced back like a balloon filled with air, before falling back on the ground and deflating.


He looked nothing like his former self now. Lying on the floor like an empty sleeping bag, he’d completely lost any ability to move. His features were starting to disappear as his head and neck sunk into his torso, his legs got shorter, and his face got flat like a pancake that barely resembled what he used to look like before this madness began.


Once his body had completely lost all of its former features, the gryph started to shrink. The bathroom around him seemed to get incomprehensibly big, as the once tall guy shrunk to the size of the average condom; just a couple of inches in length. But even that couldn’t last for long, as the dragon wanted his creation to be a brand new, unopened condom- so Frysco quickly shrunk into a thin little circle of rubber, with a bit of a thicker rim and a lump in the middle. At this point, the only things that remained of him were the colors and a pattern painted on the surface that seemed similar to the face of the gryphon before the transformation.


To finish everything off, the dragon produced a shiny film package around his creation to really make him seem brand new, sealing it off to keep him fresh and clean. With that, the only thing left to do was to watch as the bright green and orange colored condom packet floated gracefully into the container. As soon as the condom disappeared in the machine, the lights came back on in the restroom and the magic flames disappeared; it was pretty much impossible to tell what had just occurred a few moments earlier. The dragon playfully pressed the button of the dispenser and the packet he created fell into his hand- he was ready for the night.


Despite his dramatic change in shape and size and the fact that all of his organs had been disintegrated and melted into rubber, Frysco somehow remained conscious. It felt scary and strange not being able to speak, hear or see, but one sense of his remained: his touch. He sensed that he was slipped into the dragon’s pocket and carried away, wondering what would happen to him.


He didn’t have to keep guessing for very long, as the dragon was a master pick-up artist- though most of his skill could likely be attributed to his magic spells. It didn’t even take half an hour until he convinced someone to get down and dirty with him, and Frysco was pulled out of the pocket once again. It felt a lot less tight finally being out of that package, and for a bit, the gryphon turned condom could feel the fragrance of sweat and cigarette smoke in the air. It almost felt like his remaining senses were heightened even more than how they used to be before the morphosis.


Though he couldn’t see or hear a thing, he knew perfectly well what was about to come. He felt a salty taste and a slightly bumpy texture as he was placed on the end of the dragon’s tip, and soon enough, his entire body started stretching out again. It wasn’t painful- just like the initial transformation didn’t really cause him any pain either- but he could definitely feel himself stretching and bending around the long, girthy member of the dragon, sensing every bit of the rough, scaly detail upon it. If he had the ability to spit it out, he most certainly would have done that by then; he wasn’t a fan of the taste of dragon cock, but the worst was just yet to come.


As the penis entered into the unknown vagina, the usual, salty taste of sweaty cock and precum was mixed with a strong pussy taste. Slightly sour, definitely making a strange mixture of flavors with the male organ… A mixture that made him want to throw up. Frysco had never tasted pussy and cock at the very same time before, but now he could experience it. Even though the entire ordeal of being turned into a condom was terrifying, and the amalgamation of tastes felt downright nauseating, he couldn’t help, but feel a little aroused by the situation.


His sensory adventure wasn’t only limited to tastes, either: he could feel the soft fleshiness of the vagina rubbing up against him, while the rough dragon cock remained steady underneath as he clung tightly to it. He could sense every pulse and twitch of both of the genitals, and felt the liquids drip all over him, knowing that he was the one who prevented the two from mixing.


The heat just kept growing. Even though his skin was well lubricated, the constant friction inevitably warmed the condom up, making him even softer and stretchier. He felt the girl orgasm a few times, as the pussy tightened around him and he was drenched in a sweet juice that eventually coated all of him and then dripped down onto the balls of the dragon. He could only wonder how the magician felt knowing that the rubber around his member felt everything; he imagined his satisfied, sadistic smile with every thrust, and his pride in showing off just how much of a sex machine he was.


After a while, he felt that the little bulge at the end was starting to fill up with salty, sticky precum, and it was starting to drip all over his insides. It felt like someone dragged a cum covered glove all over his tongue while forcing his beak open, giving no chance to get away from it. He wanted to gag but he couldn’t- the gryph had become a prisoner of the steamy, gross intercourse of the dragon who transformed him. His master wouldn’t be able to keep going for long as he was already on the edge of an orgasm, judging from the heightened pace, and the fact that the dick was now harder than a rock. He tried his best not to rip, even though there wasn’t really much that he could do. His colorful face got slammed deep into the pussy a few more times… And then, it finally happened.


The aroused dragon penis spewed a nice, healthy load of thick cum into its conscious rubbery coat, making Frysco’s body swell up at the top. He could feel himself getting even bigger and tighter from the pressure, almost feeling like he was about to burst- but his stretchy latex skin was well-equipped to handle such great loads. Although he felt a bit of disgust at the salty taste and gooey consistency of the dragon sperm, Frysco couldn’t help, but feel... Strangely proud of himself. After all, this was his purpose as a condom, and he’d done his job well.


The penis was pulled out, and with it, the colorful piece of birth control with sticky vaginal juices on one side, and a nice big load of semen on the other. His tip bulged downwards like a small balloon, and his thick rim could barely hold itself in place because of the weight at the front. He felt stretched, tired, but ultimately accomplished; the only question that remained was what would happen to him after the fact.


After a job well done- from both parties- the dragon pulled the dripping condom off his penis and tied the end in a knot. “Hey! Is this what I get for my work??” The gryph-condom thought to himself as he felt the cold, wet touch of the bathroom floor all over him, with tastes that he would rather not have described… He’d simply been disposed of. Like a lifeless object. And not even in a proper way.


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Some time had passed. Frysco wasn’t sure how much time, as his perception of it had become just as warped as that painful knot at the end of his body, but it felt like ages. He simply waited for a janitor to pick him up and throw him in the trash, but what happened was far less uncomfortable and disturbing: he suddenly felt a pleasant tingling in his body, similar to the one he felt while being transformed.


Sure enough, changes quickly started happening to his body. He started growing in size, and limbs began to grow out of the sides of the puffy, tied up condom. The knot at the end formed into a gryphon head, which kept gaining details that looked more and more like Frysco, wings separated from the back, and finally soft, fluffy feathers popped out of his once shiny and smooth body.


Jacque watched as the victim of his magical mischief gasped the first breath of air that he had in several hours, and frantically looked all over his body for any physical proof of what just happened to him. It was hard to believe that he really was just a condom a few moments ago, but the magic seemed to work flawlessly. The dragon took one last look at the handsome gryphon who saved his yesterday night, then disappeared before the two could even exchange words.


Frysco looked around to make sure he wasn’t dreaming anymore. That’s right, it must have been a dream. Never before in his life did he think that he’d be so thankful not to be a condom, but here he was, happily heading out of the bathroom while looking at his beautiful, shiny feathers, enjoying how he was able to move again, and most of all, feeling thankful that he wasn’t forced to taste dragon cum anymore.


Little did the unfortunate gryphon know, his joyful experience would be rather short-lived. Just before he could touch the doorknob and head out of this cursed bathroom, the tingling took over him again, and soon, he found himself too weak to reach out his arm to grab the handle. “No! This can’t be happening!” He thought to himself in a panic, desperately trying to stay on his feet before collapsing again, in the exact same way he did when he was first transformed by the dragon.


This time, the process was a lot faster and smoother. It took only seconds for him to turn completely unrecognizable, be packed into his usual, shiny packaging and be flown right back into that dispenser where he’d sit alone, waiting for the next cock he’d be pulled on. He wanted to bang on the glass, beg anyone to help him out of there, but he had no mouth and no hands… Only his terrified consciousness stuffed into the lifeless piece of rubber.


As much as he hoped for the dragon to come back, it wasn’t him, who came into the bathroom looking for a condom the next time. His new, unknown client stretched him out so much that he thought he was about to rip, and his mind was instantly filled with a taste that distinctly reminded him of a horse. He was then shoved into a similarly sized pussy, the fishy taste of which made him want to puke his guts out… If he still had his guts.


Another massive load of semen exploded into him after minutes of merciless thrusting and rubbing, filling him up so tight that it even started dripping out at the end. Frysco was mercilessly torn off the horse's cock and thrown into the bathroom’s trash can still dripping with semen. He was aching all over and suffered greatly from the bitter, yet sweaty and pungent taste that covered his whole body, which was now mixed with the alcoholic flavor of the dirty wet wipes inside of the bin. Being in such a state felt truly repulsive, but the magic was out of the gryphon’s control.


This time, there was no one there to turn him back. The dragon wouldn’t return, and he wasn’t able to communicate his predicament to anyone else, so lying in that stinky, disgusting trash can, the once-gryphon had to start accepting his fate. Hours had passed, and although he still had horse cum and pussy juice dried all over him, the tastes slowly started getting more familiar, and after a while, they became less and less noticeable. He thought about how the trash can would eventually have to be emptied, how he’d be thrown onto a dump, and maybe eventually end up in the ocean. That wouldn’t be so bad after all… He’d have some peace.


But just as he thought that through, the now-usual sensations of the transformation swept over him again. Frysco observed with nervous hopefulness as his body was starting to shape again- this process seemed to be faster and faster each time it happened. It only took a couple of seconds for him to stand once again as the colorful, tall gryph he once was, and although he found it hard to believe, a new sense of hope struck into him again.


He smiled at his old, familiar reflection in the mirror and ran for the bathroom door again to finally escape this mess once and for all… Only to be crushed by the realization that he couldn’t grab the knob. His arms turned into jelly again, and the all too familiar process started again. Maybe it was an accident, or it was an intentional, cruel joke from the magical dragon, but the magic had thrown him into an endless loop. Frysco was once again at the bottom of the condom dispenser, waiting for the next horny guy to be his guest, only to be came into and disposed of somewhere.


And the cycle continued. It went on and on, with hundreds, if not thousands of cocks being wrapped in the colorful condom, and Frysco could only silently suffer from the various tastes and sensations. Old cocks, young cocks, pussies and dirty assholes, he tasted them all- only to be transformed back into his original form for a few minutes, just to get a brief taste of what life was like before this madness all began. He would then, of course, rush for the door again, hopeful that maybe, just maybe, he’d finally woken up and he could get his old life back… Only for his hopes to be shattered time and time again, as he was turned into a neatly packaged, nice little condom for the next random passerby to use.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "The condom curse", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "153" }