Gonz lounges back on the bedding in his chamber. The red kobold holds up the scroll he had purchased while out at the town earlier in the day. With one hand, he raises the parchment aloft, and with the other, he picks out little candies he had also purchased. While reading, he enjoys licking over the treats until they melt into his mouth, replacing it with another one in a smooth repetition.
While he bought the scroll on a whim, he couldn’t help but believe the authenticity of the magic involved. His scrutiny leaves no doubt in his mind: this is a magic spell designed to make him irresistible to the opposite sex.
Ready for the hordes of ladies who would come stampeding down the tunnel, he already stripped himself down as he goes over the final reading. There are some transmutation runes sprinkled throughout the magic, and he snickers as he pokes at his gross fat depositions on his chest. “So long, manbold boobs,” he hisses to himself. Then, with a deep breath, he recites the magic words.
It only takes a few moments for the arcane words to pass through his teeth, but the moment after he initiates the spell, he immediately feels the tingle going alongside his form. The cool chill washes over his body. The scroll vanishes into the ether with a bright flash, and his hands fall down beside him, his body pinned down to the bedding.
Panting, he goes through the sensations, feeling the power surge around him, changing him. Fat sizzles away all over his body, and his jawbones crack and expand. His horns, tingling with more feeling than he ever felt before pierce through his scales, growing out from nothing into an impressive crown of frills.
“Larger horns, of course!” he exclaims, his voice a bit deeper, probably from the new skull shape. He knew that the ladies like a kobold with exaggerated physical features. It would only make sense!
The tingling makes its way to his chest and he smiles, looking down towards his moobs and shuddering in delight. “Oh, yesss, go away you horrid thingsss!” He hisses in joy, only to admire when the fat bubbles away, transmuted into thick and and strong muscle. “Ah ha, yes! A sexy stud indeed! Now, all that’s left is to fix that tiny stupid tiny dick of mine!
His length, resting outside of so that he could watch it as it changes, rises in arousal, the very act of his old self melting away becoming an erotic experience for him. He can watch as it grows further out of his slit than it ever had before. Gonz can finally move his arms now, so he grabs at his tool, stroking it between his fingers. “Ye… yeess!” he exclaims, leaning back, his fingers stroking up and down along his koboldhood. With a final release of orgasmic joy, he pulls his hands away and looks at the sticky mess between his fingers, feeling his usual tired response waning away, his boy ready for more. “Ha… hah, yes!”
He hops up, bumping his head against the ceiling of his chambers. He rubs at his forehead and turns around to see the mirror he bought of this occasion. No longer is there a chubby little kobold nerd there, but a tall, broad, and hung fully grown dragonkin! He pokes at his cheeks to see if it is really him, and with a triumphant roar, he exclaims. “Yeeaeaaaaaaah!”
The sorcerer struts out of his chamber in a confident, if hunched, swagger, not dressing up, and just letting everyone admire his new, godly form. He wanted to get away from the pathetic life that was his old room, and show the tribe that there’s a new dragon in charge.
When he finally turns the corner, he sees a group of miners, kobolds who had teased him for his stature before. In their arms are kobold gals hanging onto them, no doubt ready to be taken to the breeding grounds for a night of action after a long day’s work.
The miners stare with wide eyes at the impressive and intimidating Gonz. He stands there, hands on his hips and smiling a toothy grin. “Ladies,” he says, his voice the low purring growl of the most suave of dragons.
Immediately, they let go of the miners and walk on over to him, hands running along his thighs and trying to lace around his large fingers.
“H-hey, wait a minute!” the head miner says, taking a step forward. “Who are you, and what are you doing here?”
“Sorry, pal,” Gonz says, snapping his fingers. With that, he lights the miner’s tail on fire, which makes the kobold yelp and run away from this powerful caster. The other two miners shiver in his presence. One of the girls, actually one that Gonz had taken a fancy to, but knew he could never have, looks to him with a strange recognition. “G… gonz!?”
He bends over and lifts her, and one of her friends, up onto his shoulders. “That’s right, babe. Now… you’re going to take me somewhere where I can bonk you silly until you start laying my eggs.”
The girls all sigh and fawn over him, rubbing their cheeks against his scales. He turns around to walk down towards the breeding grounds, when the other two males pipe up. “W…wait”
He stops, looking over his shoulder. “What do you posers want?”
They look at each other, and then to him, and bow down. “Please, take us with you. You’re the real alpha male around these parts, Gonz.”
He snorts and turns to face ahead. “You’re damn right I am. Come on.. We’re gonna slam some slits tonight!”

When he had strutted his way through the tunnels of his warren, the females dropped what they were doing and followed him. Each admired his physical perfection, and the males of the warren were just as enamored by him. Soon, he’s back in his pathetic little virgin room, laying back on his once-lonely bed, his arms behind his head and propped up in a lounging position. Two girls already sit upon his lap, wrapping their bodies around his impressive dragon cock and giving sweet licks to the tip. Meanwhile, another climbs up to sit on his chest, fluttering her eyes as she traces her fingers across his rippling muscles.
Gonz, dceciding he didn’t just want to be a passive participant in his harem orgy, grabs the girl sitting on his chest and lifts her up, bringing her nethers up to his face. His imagination and the erotic fiction he purchased from above prepared him for this day, and he rolls his tongue out, using it to taste her inner folds. He pauses a moment, his body shuddering. For some reason, he thought it would taste sweet. Maybe he shouldn’t have trusted porn scrolls after all? Nevertheless, the squeak that the kobold gives as his tongue explores her urges him on. After all, he may have been a desperate virgin, but he knows that he needs to please a lady. So, he plumbs deeper, growling from his chest up to his throat as he does, adding an extra bit of vibration to that strong muscle that wriggles up within her.
Down between his legs, he is worshipped like a god. Three girls now sit on him, kissing up along his pole and licking up his delightful, musky taste. His new form is also surprisingly virile, as his pole erupts like a magma flow down along his shaft, giving the girls something new to taste and lap up, which they do with increased fervor.
Soon, the female upon his face tenses up, squealing out in her pleasure as she stains his face with her orgasm. He pulls back, panting, his jaws glistening with her love. Letting go of her, he drops her, letting her roll off into the bed. He then scoots up to a sitting position. The girls scurry along the bed to get back to their object of worship, an Gonz reaches down to pet them along their crowns, enjoying the attentions that they give him.
His eyes go from those three and move upwards, where he sees more of the kobolds of the tribe. His eyes rest upon one in particular, a smaller, thinner kobold. One of the brainier of the bunch and kinda a nerd. They often would geek out on magical news from the town outside, but now he sees that kobold staring at his body.
Gonz stands up, dropping kobolds left to right as he hunches over in the small chamber. “Bro…?” he asks. It is a simple word, and the kobold looks up to him with a wide, guilty stare.
Gonze gulps, even though a bunch of the girls tug at his thighs, desperately mewling for his attention, he can’t help but stand transfixed at the sight. He raises a hand, curling his finger close, beckoning the kobold forward.
The kobold is tiny compared to him, and looks up in his waifish way, hands clasped behind his back as he tilts his head downward. “G… Gonz…?” he asks.
“Yeah, its me.” He says.
“W… wow…”
Gonz snaps his fingers, and everyone stops to look at him. He motions outside, and with pouts and moans of protest, the tribe leaves his room, leaving him alone with his friend, his buddy.

The smaller kobold falls onto the bed on to his stomach. With his hips held high, he bites into the pillow as he feels the looming weight of the dragon overtop of him. Panting, the tiny creature takes the strong, throbbing member into his slit, his own cock pathetic in comparison. Gonz’s grunts go into his ear as he wraps his arms around the little male’s body, years of friendship flashing through his mind as they take their relationship to a wild and unrestrained place, stretching out his buddy’s butt with steady, sweaty, raw fucking.
The little squeals that come from his buddy remind Gonz of the girl he ate out, but coming from him, his best friend, makes all the difference. It pushes him forward, making him try new things. He rolls around, onto the bed on his back, holding onto the kobold’s hips as he turns him to now face towards each other. Gonz looks up with half-lidded eyes towards his lust-filled buddy, a hiss of delight between his teeth. All the while, the small, thin form with fully erect member bounces on top of him over and over again, unleashing pent up desires for the kobold he had looked up to, but secretly admired, never acting out on it.
Soon enough, the dragon raises his whole body on the bed, his explosion powerful enough that streams spurt out of his buddy, sending him falling off of his rod and laying on Gonz’s stomach. Soon, the two are coated in both of their eruptions, layng there, glistening, and panting in their exertion.
Gonz runs his claws through the kobold’s horns, his chest rising and falling in long, deep breaths as he admires the frill and and appreciates the look. “Dude… your eyes…” he huffs.
The kobold chirps and looks away, resting his cheek upon Gonz’s  chest shuddering.
“W… why didn’t you tell me before, bro…?” Gonz asks, wrapping his arms around his tiny body.
“I… I did something I shouldn’t.” The buddy admits.
Gonz tilts his head. “Nah, man, its cool. I never came that hard thinking of a girl!”
“It’s not that,” he says, sighing. “You see, I… I got a scroll when we were up at the town the other day.
“Y… yeah?”
“And it promised to grant me a wish but it didn’t work.”
“Well… what did you wish for?”
“I wished to be a beautiful kobold girl so you wouldn’t have to be alone.”
“Bro… I don’t care what you got, you’re cute and I fuckin’ loved pounding you just now.
The kobold looks up a moment, blinks, and then smiles. “Well, I guess this is the next best thing, huh?
“Yeah…” Gonz replies, nuzzling his friend and lover as they drift off to sleep.