[b][u][center]Employment with Enchantment Part 2 For Engy and yana_ambrosia By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Yana stepped off the bus taking several deep breaths. It had been one of the more stressful uses of public transit in a while; she hadn’t had her headband this time, and half the crowd on the bus had been hooligans coming out of an underground sports match that were all hyped up and filled with plans for their post-game. She’d seen a few of them and had barely kept her body from responding to their horny ideas, and even now, as the bus drove off, she still felt the lingering tingles of her Body-magic trying to slip the leash. One breath, two, three, and it finally subsided. The purple dragoness rubbed her forehead, shaking her head as her septum ring flicked back and forth along her nostrils. That helped call her back to herself a little bit; knowing that it was there reminded her who she was, and without the Enchantment around her forehead, she needed every reminder she could get, even if it probably wasn’t work-safe. “Mmmph…” Or quite as well-cleaned as she would have hoped. She could still smell a hint of something on it; her increased sense of smell was giving her all kinds of insights that she could have lived without regarding the city, ranging from the heavy, almost oppressive salt-smell from the bay to the little remnants of trash and rendezvouses between people on the streets. Only the garden-smell across the street, on the grounds of the Emporium of Excess, made the place smell tolerable. [i]Okay, okay. Quick self-inventory.[/i] She still had the extra few inches of height from her growth yesterday, as well as the tighter abs and stronger muscles that the potion had given her. It was hard to deal with the way that it pushed at her blouse the way that it did; her top used to be tucked into her skirt, but the height and muscles made it end just above her belly-button. The red skirt she wore was just long enough to go down to her thighs rather than her knees due to the shift in size, and she had to wear a belt to make sure that the thing didn’t slide down while she was walking around. That was new – [i]Focus, focus.[/i] Right. Yes. She glanced over her shoulder at one of the abandoned stands by the waterfront. The stall had probably sold sunglasses at some point, but the products were long-gone. The mirror, however, still remained. The purple dragoness admired herself for a moment. White hair ran over the back of her head and down a long-ish neck, splaying out at the top of her shoulders and over the three frills on either side of her head. Her lips, darker, near-black compared to her purple-lavender scales, were fairly striking for a dragoness of her size, and the gold ring in her nose looked rather lavish rather than crass or brutish. She was glad of that; it had taken a while to find one that balanced crass and class in the right way. For all that she had gotten much more muscular, she still looked more or less her feminine self. She had a modest chest, B-cups but on the smaller side of them, with wide hips and a long, fat-based tail that ended in a triangular spade. She normally would have worn something on her feet, but considering most of her footwear was more suitable for an office or a classroom – and the fact that she was a dragon, and a digitigrade one at that – she felt that going barefoot was okay. At least, for now. [i]Okay, good. Everything is more or less baseline. We can work with that.[/i] Of all the things that could happen today, it would be easier to handle if she didn’t lose too much more of her shape. The more that she changed, the better it felt, and the harder it was to come back from it all. That was why she had the headband in the first place; her body [i]liked[/i] changing, and she didn’t know how long it would take to fix it if it started getting the idea that the new changes were the new baseline. That was a thought that didn’t bear much entertainment. Shaking her head, she walked across the street and up to the gate. As soon as she got close, she felt a bit of Perception-magic pouring over her. A scan, she guessed. She pushed out a little of her own power, a hint of her own essence in it, and the gate clicked open. Same as most security systems across Docetri: programmed to look for specific essences and magic types, and responding almost like a fingerprint scanner when you offered it. Nothing super special about it, but it was reasonably secure. The gate closed behind her, enfolding her in the welcoming scent of the different flowers and fruits that lined the grounds. The high trees were new, and she wondered how they had grown so fast overnight. Was there someone on-staff that was using Green magic? Or – [i]The Candlemakers would have a field day with this,[/i] she thought, shaking her head as she walked down the central pathway. [i]They’d want to know everything about what Engy and Adaris are doing here…[/i] And yet, at the same time, it was surprisingly difficult for her to pay attention to all the details around her. Every breath brought more of the heady, sweet smell of the various plants to her nose. It was much worse than the day before, much stronger, and she groaned as she kept having to pinch her nose and adjust the ring through her nostrils to try and keep from focusing on it. There was something in the air that made it hard to think, something sweet and almost mind-numbing. It was almost like getting drunk or high without actually imbibing the substances; hell, she was barely breathing it in, and… And… She pinched her arm, the sharp shock bringing her back to normal. Or at least, somewhere close to it. Huffing through her mouth, she focused on breathing that way until she reached the front door of the factory. She knocked, and the door opened to reveal Adaris in his little white suite. “You’re here right on time,” he said with a small chuckle. “Though out of uniform.” “Oh, I was…” Yana cleared her throat, gesturing at herself. “Isn’t this okay?” “One, that thing is not fitting you in the slightest. Two, I really doubt that would have much protection from any ingredients that have gone off or explode in your hands.” “Explode?” “Three, considering the reactions that some of the ingredients prompt, you’re going to want something else. Something that’ll actually keep everything in place.” “Can we go back to the whole exploding thing?” Yana asked, looping one finger backward. “That, um, sounded fairly important.” “Think of an overripe fruit, one that swells instead of sags. Now imagine touching it just a little too roughly. It explodes under all the gaseous pressure within the skin, yes? Getting everything messy?” “Yeah, I know how that works.” “Imagine that with alchemical ingredients that have a much more potent reaction.” “…Oh.” “Mmm-hmm.” The kobold chuckled. “I believe that we have a suit for you. Something like what the kobolds wear.” “…I don’t suppose that there’s anything better than latex available?” Adaris arched an eyebrow. Before Yana could say anything in her defense, he pulled the same squirt bottle out from behind his back as he had with the kobold rampaging the day before. She looked down the barrel of the squirt top and felt almost like looking down the barrel of a gun before he pulled the trigger. Squirt. Squirt. It wasn’t water, though it was as cool as water would have been. It spritzed her face and she was suddenly lost in a wash of heat and pheromones, drowning in the raw, potent, concentrated sex-stink of a dragon in rut. She gasped, her eyes going wide, her mouth hanging open as her tongue lolled free, and the heat went right through her. Her nipples popped, pushing out and forming little bumps in her shirt – RIIIIIP! Yana whimpered, her breath still coming hard and fast as she leaned against the doorway, her cock all but rocketing out of her sheath and ripping her panties right off in the process. She was red-faced, her cheeks burning hot enough to cook an egg as a flat, horse-style cock slid out from under her skirt, lifting it up, dragging her ripped panties up and into view for all and sundry. “Mmmph…” She could feel Adaris’s eyes – and those of all the kobolds immediately behind him in the factory – on her, staring at her low-hanging sac, at her formerly saggy, now vaguely tight sheath pushing out more and more cock. Six inches, nine, ten, eleven, finally stopping at eleven, throbbing and oozing into the bit of ripped panties that were decorating the tip. “I believe that proves my point,” Adaris said, putting the bottle behind his back once more. “Now, if you’ll follow me, we’ll get you put into your uniform.” “Ah…ah…” “And get you a cloth to wipe that off your face once it’s done.” # Yana leaned against the conveyor belt as the loud whistle overhead announced the end of her first ‘shift.’ It was her lunch break, technically, but at the same time, she couldn’t quite summon the energy to step away from the line just yet. “Breathe…breathe…” That wasn’t a hard task, but it was the simplest one that she could think to do. Even with the spray across her face long-since wiped away, the sheer intensity of that spray bottle had hit her with enough need to keep her low-key throbbing for the last three hours. Her new uniform… She looked down at herself. She was wrapped in black from her neck down to her toes, and it looked as if it had been painted on. Her hands were dulled, the sensations going through her fingers and palms weaker than they should be. It was like feeling for things in gloves, getting hints and vague things that should have been like proper sensations, but never quite the same level of them as she would have liked. It was imprecise, but at the same time – [i]Helpless, drone-like, so smooth and simple. No identity, nothing but the task.[/i] Yana groaned, shaking her head. “It had to be latex. It just had to be latex…” It wasn’t even enchanted latex, either. It was just her own mind messing with her. She liked to think that it was some sort of spell laid on her, sometimes, but no. It was just her own kinks that were so strong that putting on something like this just had her more inclined to think like a drone. And the fact that the tight rubber showed off [i]everything[/i] didn’t help. She could feel the back of it going right up between her cheeks, some sort of anchor making it rub right against her asshole and – she swore – going slightly inside it. There’d been no chance to compare herself against the kobold workers all around her, but she felt like she might have something even tighter than what they wore. And in the front? God, she couldn’t get over how it displayed her breasts, ‘censoring’ her nipples most of the time and making her look more like a doll. And her cock…she wasn’t sure if it was worse when she was halfway soft and it looked like a null-bulge, or when she hit some bad ingredient and got a snoot-full of aphrodisiac and it turned into a painted-on strap-on. God, the last time that had gone up, she had looked like she was waving around some sort of novelty toy from an adult store, and the kobolds had been staring at her from across the factory. It ran all the way down to her toes, slick and shining, making her look like she was made of the damn stuff from her neck down. She huffed under her breath, fighting back the ideas of drone-hood as she finally stepped back from the line. She was halfway to the factory cafeteria when Adaris fell in line beside her. The shorter kobold, long-horned and far longer-tailed, looked up at her with a smile. “So, how are you taking to your quality checking?” “It’s hard…I’m…a lot more tired than I thought I’d be.” “Ah, the muscles aren’t enough?” “I thought they would be, but, heh, guess I don’t have the stamina to back them up yet.” “That’s an easy fix.” A too-quiet cautionary voice was immediately stomped down by the sheer tiredness (and admittedly lewd curiosity) that needed easing. She cocked her head to the side, her pace slowing as she turned to look at the kobold properly. “What do you mean, an easy fix?” “We [i]are[/i] the Emporium of Excess. It wouldn’t be that hard to turn some of the resources we have towards improving our employees.” “And Engy’s completely fine with this?” “Master Engy wants his employees to be the best that they can be,” Adaris said, smiling and bowing his head. “And he trusts me to administer any and all changes that are required to make sure that we keep a profit coming in off his ideas.” “…” “Of course, if you wish for it to happen naturally, that’s completely understandable, but considering your course load and everything else, I cannot imagine that happening in less than a month.” [i]You’re made for corporate assholery,[/i] Yana thought, but not without a small smile. She could tell the game that he was playing. Make it her choice, absolve the company of responsibility, make it sound like a bad choice so she had to make the one he wanted her to make. That was the basics of all starting negotiation, but he was playing it with such charm that she had to give him some kudos for it. “You know [i]I[/i] know what you’re doing, right?” she asked. “Really? You must need another spray of the happy juice, heh.” “No, no, no need of that,” Yana said, hurriedly lifting her hands in front of her face. “I’m good, I’m good. I was just…You know what, sure. I’ll take it.” “Splendid. You go back to the line, I’ll bring you some food and the potions, and we’ll get started.” She did as she was told. No less than five minutes later – and so swiftly that she was sure that Adaris just had this stuff lying around for any unfortunate employee that needed a pick-me-up – the kobold returned, dragging another bejeweled chest in his tail while carrying a platter of pizza in his hand. “How good’s the cafeteria?” Yana asked. “Oh, good enough. But that’ll be for after.” “Why after?” “Because everything tastes good after you burn calories in a transformation,” he said, setting the tray down on the immobile conveyor belt. “Now, let’s start with a few basics. These will grow you a little more, of course – there’s no getting around that – but I think that you’ll be able to deal with it.” “…Does that mean getting out of the suit first?” “I think that would be a [i]marvelous[/i] idea.” Yana blushed, but considering what had happened already, it wasn’t that hard for her to get naked in front of the kobold. He looked her up and down – not cruelly, but definitely with a little more lascivious intent. A kobold looking at a dragon that way was…definitely still new, and she bit her lips as she resisted the urge to cover herself. “Here; we’ll start with this one,” he said, passing her the first of five vials. Ignoring the tingling that was no less strong than the last time she’d imbibed one of the potions, Yana forced herself to take a few more deep breaths. It would be done in one gulp, she decided, and tossed her head back and the vial with it. She chugged it down, and felt the thick, sticky stuff go right down her throat and hit her gut like an anvil going down her neck. “Mmmph!” It was warm, alright, and that warmth spread. She felt it hitting her muscles, not making them grow, but making them feel…good. Good and firm and…and powerful. There was an energy there, a soothing thing that was like a massage on her insides, taking away the tiredness that she had felt. “Ooooh…” A little moan escaped her as she leaned against the line. Adaris was right beside her, his hands clasped behind his back as he wore a little smile as she shivered. Oh, that felt…that felt good. Her muscles were…undulating, quivering and rolling as they were changed and massaged and grown from the inside. It felt like all the tiredness was being massaged away by the spells in the potion. “Another,” he said, offering her the vial with a flick of his tail. Yana swallowed before she could think about it. A hint of regret was banished by the sudden heat, warmth, and tension in her spine, her tail cracking and popping as it started extending past her spine further, further, and further still. Inches added up quickly as she strained against it, her muscles popping outward with greater tension, more visibility – “Ah…ah…” Oh, there was something…something new with that. Each burst of tensed power in her muscles was almost like the feeling of her cock getting hard. Each little throb as she clenched her arms and tensed her legs was like a little stroke. Grow. Pulse. Throb. Grow. Pulse. Throb. Her hips twitched, her sac feeling like it was dropping further between her thighs as she grew. She felt…big. Big and strong, and powerful, and – Nnngh, everything felt so good, so sensitive. [i]More, more, more…[/i] “Mmmph…” The words almost escaped her, the sheer pleasure of everything getting bigger, more powerful and potent making her feel so…so good. She wanted to touch herself, wanted to feel herself up, wanted – “Have another,” Adaris teased, smiling as he flicked his tail again. She reacted without thinking, catching the vial and tossing it back. She almost bit down on the cork as it fell from the glass, barely managing to spit it out before – “Mmmph!” Another change, something…something different. Even as she continued to grow, reaching nearly seven and a half feet tall and still feeling like she was being stretched, she could feel…feel something in her muscles, in her scales. Something was off, something growing, something…something thick and – “Mmmph…” Her hair. She could feel it, feel it running further down her back. Not like the well-groomed locks from before, but more like shaggy, ragged fur that was slowly popping up like a mane down her back. More, more, more of it kept popping out elsewhere, filling in under her arms, along her chest, and even around her sheath. [i]Oh god, why – More. Why this – More. Good. More. More. More. More.[/i] Was it embarrassing? Fuck, it was beyond embarrassing; she felt almost like a man with the sheer level of hair that was popping out around her body, thickening between and around her breasts like some sort of ruff there, and it was getting longer down her spine, as well. The fur was already thickening the smell around her, making it feel like some sort of locker room smell, musky and thick and – Oh, it was so much more rutting-heat-strong. She could smell her balls, her cock, and they were…they were so much more potent. She felt…strong. She felt…she felt very much the antithesis of the student that she had been back at the academy. She felt – “Looking a little brutish there now,” Adaris said. She huffed, groaning, her claws clenching against the conveyor belt she was leaning on. Turning her head, she saw that he’d gone from standing on the ground to sitting on his tail, coiling it about under him and leaning forward with lidded eyes. He was smiling, the look so sultry, teasing – Grow. Pulse. Throb. “Another?” he asked, offering it in the palm of his hand. [i]Shouldn’t. More. Getting too much. More. Feels so good. MORE![/i] It was in her hand before she realized it. The white ooze was going down her throat a second later, and it was another anvil, another great cannonball of a splash as it hit her stomach and spread further through her. “Nnngh…ah…ah…” She arched her back as she leaned against the belt again, her hips flaring slightly, but her cock and balls bearing the brunt of the changes. Yana thrust her hips, feeling it not just leaving her sheath, but growing from it. Sprouting, thickening, becoming something bigger, more brutal, more filling. Pulse. Droop. Swell. Churn. The changes and heat were hitting her balls, and each pulse made her want to feel it again. Each sudden churn and drop, each little increase of the weight inside her sac made her want to feel another. It was so good, like a slow, teasing blowjob, or a deep, thorough dicking. It was so good, but so sharp, so momentary. She needed another, another, just one more. Just one more. Just one more. That became the constantly-repeated phrase in her mind, begging for one more pulse, one more churn, one more throb as things continued to grow, to alter, to become something different. Her entire body felt hot, the heat spreading through every muscle and steaming through the thicker fur all along different parts of her body. Her sheath felt like it was wrapped in a fur blanket, steaming in its own thick pheromones, and her tail felt different, too, stronger and longer and – “Such a big girl,” Adaris said, lifting himself up by his long tail to keep at eye level. “I bet you feel [i]much[/i] better now.” “Nnngh…feel…strong…” “Hard to talk, isn’t it?” “Mmmph.” Yana nodded. “That’s good. Brutes don’t need to talk. And you’re one hell of a brute.” He patted her cheek. “Now…one more.” “Nnngh?” “You want the last one, don’t you?” Adaris asked, smiling as he bounced the last vial up and down on the palm of his hand. “One more. One more to feel [i]so[/i] good. It’s such a good feeling to grow, isn’t it?” “Mmm…grow…good…feel good…big and strong…” “Yes, you are. And you want to feel even more of that, don’t you?” Oh, fuck she did. She wanted to feel this all the time. She wanted to feel the sheer [i]strength[/i] of the body that she had now over and over again, to feel it increasing, to feel the stretch in her scales as she was forced to try and keep up with all the new changes and barely manage it. She wanted this. She needed this. Without thinking, she fumbled for it with her larger hands. He had to open it for her, tilting it back so that she could take it down her throat. It felt…almost too little, like the vial was too small and the dose not enough – “Nnngh!” Only for it to knock her for a loop. She fell to all fours, back arching, her breath coming harsh and strong. Her hips quivered, and she wasn’t sure if she dropped her hips far enough to hit the floor or if her balls just grew that huge in that moment to reach all the way down to the tiled floor. She felt like she had swollen, and… And… And… She looked down. She looked…different. Bigger, yes, but when she looked at herself, the only things left of her femininity were her breasts and her hips. Yet, even those were smaller, or at least, there was so much muscle and hair around her body that it looked like she was more of a brutish, animalistic male that happened to have a few femme features rather than anything else. It was a distorted mess, something that she should have been shocked by. Instead, she felt…she felt an intense throbbing need. Every change she saw made her wonder what another would be like. Every single new bulge, every throbbing knot of muscle, made her think of what it would be like to go further. More. More. More. “More, more, more,” Yana muttered, hunching her hips – “Easy, brute.” She looked up at the kobold. One breath, and she nodded. There was something to his scent, something about him, that made it easy to listen to what he had to say. She kept her eyes on him as he lowered himself on his tail, eventually standing normally again, and she looked down at the tray of pizza he offered her. “Go ahead and eat; you still have the other half of your shift, remember?” The dragoness needed no further urging; she wasn’t thinking clearly, and any and all orders were not just appreciated, but required. She shoved her head down on the tray, barely using her hands to corral the food together before just snorting it down. The calories that hit her stomach were hardly sufficient, but more was coming. More, more, more – “Let me just make a few modifications to your suit while you eat,” the gray kobold muttered. # Time went…funny for Yana after that. While aware that she was working, she was not thinking, nor was she actively [i]present[/i] in the same way that she normally was. Mentally, she had completely checked out of everything but the moment-to-moment parts of the job. Time seemed to go on perpetually and race by at the same time, and she had a hard time thinking of it as anything more than a concept as she did the job that she’d been hired to do. As she tested each ingredient for quality as it came down the line, leaning down and sniffing it before prodding it like some sort of cat looking at a new toy, she [i]was[/i] aware of something else. Something more…more open, something breathing down below. Here and there, she was aware of that breathing feeling turning into something wetter, something slick and warm, but it was always at the edge of things, never at the core of it. The only time that it came close was when she felt something stretch beneath her tail, something almost inside of her, but then something complicated came down the line and her limited thoughts and attention had to focus on that over everything else. By the time that was done, the sensation had passed, and she all but forgot about it. At least, for the hours of her shift, she forgot about it. When the last whistle blew, she felt something…something sag, something shift. The heat in her muscles began to fade, and while she didn’t shrink all the way back down to where she’d started, she still lost some of the intense height and power that had come with her work-shift. She groaned as she dropped down from over eight feet tall to just over seven feet, her hands clenching again and again as she stared down at them. [i]Mmmph…[/i] One of the rings she wore had been damaged, somehow. She wasn’t sure when that had happened, but – wait. When had that – She looked down at herself again, and her eyes widened. There were cut-outs along her suit now, cut-outs that let her breasts fall out of her chest, that allowed her cock and balls to dangle free of her suit, that allowed her big ass to push back and – oh god, was that slime along her hole or something more? Was that…was that spit, or was that cum oozing out of her hole? “Come now, Yana, shift’s up. You’ll miss your bus if you stick around.” The dragoness looked up at Adaris. The gray-scaled kobold looked at her with that same smile on his face as he had worn when they were going over the potions together. “Something the matter?” he asked. “When did you – why’s my uniform so…” “Well, even latex has its limits,” he said, shrugging. “And besides, it is a higher-paying position this way.” “Higher…what…” She groaned, holding her hand to her head. “It’s hard to think. Maybe…maybe I should –” Even as she warred with her own thoughts and needs – the hunger for that transformation, the need to feel strong, and the sheer need for money from the Candlemakers warring with her wavering sense of dignity and concern over the situation – Adaris reached behind his back. She had half a second to realize what he was doing, and her current state, she would have needed at least five to know what he was doing and react to it in time. Squirt. Squirt. Squirt. The same scent-heat that had stopped her cold at the door hit her again, and this time, it affected her far worse. Her engorged, empowered bits throbbed, and she moaned as she leaned back with a blissed-out smile on her face. “I think it’s time that you met my master. Tomorrow, report to the pier instead of the gate. Don’t worry; we’ll have plenty of potions to feed that new hunger of yours, brute. And we’ll make sure that you stay…suitably sized…for a very, very long time.” “Nnngh…” “Now, get the bus. But don’t bother covering up.” Squirt. “Master Engy likes to hear about public shows…and I [i]love[/i] to watch them.” “Mmmph…” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Yana comes in for her first day at work, and ends up getting a serious whammy with some of the stuff that Adaris has ready for her. Tags: TransF/Solo, Gender Fucking, Implied TransF/M, Growth, Transformation, Addiction, Ball Growth, Muscle Growth, Cock Growth, Musk, Potion Play, Enchantment, Docetri, Kobold, Dragoness, Domination, Series, Big Butt, Big Overall,