[b][u][center]Employment with Enchantment
Part 3
For Engy and yana_ambrosia
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



Yana’s morning commute to the docks was…fraught, to say the least. With her new growth and the sheer size that she carried – both between her legs and with her new body in general – she had nothing that she could wear besides the work uniform that left [i]everything[/i] out in the open. While there were no laws against public nudity in Docetri (just public sex, and even that was vague depending on the neighborhood), the dragoness still suffered quite the number of stares on the bus, tram, and train that she had to take to get to her destination. Having one’s cock and balls hanging out when you had a pair of heavy, stiff-nippled breasts on display got quite a few eyes on oneself.

By the time that the dragoness was able to get off the bus, she was hard as could be from the humiliation and her cheeks were as red as sunburnt buns. She stomped off the vehicle, biting her lips as she covered her cock as best she could – which, admittedly, wasn’t that well with its sheer size – and her breasts with her other arm. The bus drove off, leaving her alone at the docks.

Well, docks and piers, if one was honest. There were three longer stretches of wood and concrete that pushed out into the water, each of them occupied with small businesses and little arcades that had many occupants already, despite the early morning hours, while the other needle-fingers of wood sticking out from the shore were more true-docks that had were there for smaller vessels that moored away from the wide bay that split the city in two. Most ships were tied down from the long night; few people dared to go out onto the bay during the darker hours, and for good reason.

She forgot her embarrassment for a moment as she looked out across the great Bay of Docetri. The city was split in two by the massive body of water, circling around it like a crescent with a single opening on the south side of the city. There were several islands that dotted the bay itself, including the seven islands that formed the headquarters of the Rainbow Guard and two other skyscraper-occupied islands that served as headquarters to this or that business, but other than the tallest of buildings, one could scarcely see the city on the other side. The bay was [i]that[/i] big.

And more than that, it was perpetually misty. Though the pockets varied in thickness and size, there was always at least some mist on the bay of Docetri, and that meant that there were hiding places for creatures and crafts alike. She shivered as she remembered some of the stories of gangs that took to the water and lived in mini-fleets, scavenging on crafts that came through from outside and inside alike.

Probably a myth, but if Adaris wanted her to be here to meet Engy, she doubted that they were going to be doing it on land. The mysterious enchanter was so reclusive at times that she imagined that he probably really did live on a boat out there, hiding from the rest of the city to do his experiments in peace and quiet.

[i]Or out of sight of everyone that’d tell him no, at least,[/i] she thought.

Yana wobbled as she sat down on one of the mooring points near the shore, looking down at her reflection in the water. As distorted as the tiny waves made it, she could still just recognize herself. But only just.

Her white hair remained, as did the fronds on the side of her head and the nose ring, but so much else had changed. The latex around her body strained against the new muscles in her arms and legs, and her sheer size…

For all that she had shrunken down a bit after her first day’s work, she could tell that there was a lot more size to her than there had been. Her legs were thicker, her ass bouncier and rounder, and her torso was wider to match thicker shoulders. Her height, her neck, her tail: all had been extended, leaving her around the seven-foot marker, and she remembered – vaguely, so vaguely – that she had been even taller before.

Looking down at herself, she realized that her neck looked like some strange mix between a snake and a giraffe, and her head being so far off from her shoulders almost made her feel more like some sort of feral.

Feral.

Feral.

Feral.

She groaned, holding one hand to her head. [i]That[/i] was something else that had lingered since getting home. A sense of…a sense of something wild, something almost too [i]stupid,[/i] something…

Something that wanted more.

Something that wanted to grow.

Something that begged for more, more, more, [i]more[/i] stimulation and had left her tail-fucking her own asshole for half the night and –

And the thought was enough to have her growling and huffing and tensing up again. Her tail was half-lifted and her pucker was clenching on the top of the mooring point as if she’d shove her ass down and impale herself on it. She stood up before she could give into the temptation, even though it was hard to think and harder to justify why she shouldn’t do just that if she was enjoying herself.

Hard.

So hard.

So stiff.

So eager.

So –

“Hmmm, it seems that you were on-time again.”

Adaris’s voice. Her fogged mind latched onto the sound of it and turned to face it. The gray-scaled kobold was making his way down one of the true-docks, heading toward her with his hands behind his back and his tail slithering to keep up with his rapid footsteps. He hopped at the end of it, leaping from the wood to the concrete before turning to approach her. She turned slowly, fighting the hungry, needy shakes that ran through her as she remembered the effects of his potions.

[i]Fuck, so hot…so much…pleasure…[/i]

The hunger, the need for more, was almost overwhelming. And more than anything else, it scared her. And that fear led to pissing her off. As soon as he was in arm’s reach, she loomed over him.

“What the hell did you do to me?!”

“Excuse me? Is that any way to talk to your manager?” he asked, looking down at the backs of his knuckles. “I merely gave you what you needed to get through the day.”

“Bullshit.”

“Hmm, a rather significant lack of respect, considering that you’re going to be meeting your true boss today.”

“Oh, no. We’re not going down that road. You…you are going to…”

The hotter her anger got, the harder it was to think. It was as if the sheer need for his changes fed into the anger. That big brute that she remembered, the dumb beast that she had all but become last night with the tail-fucking, was feeding on the anger and letting it ramp up hotter and hotter. It was like it was feeding one very strong emotion and making it stronger, harder to control.

She growled as she leaned over the kobold, grabbing him by the suit collar. He blinked, looking up at her.

“Unhand me, if you please.”

“You’re going to give me some explanation for this. I swear, you’re going to give me some –”

Too angry, too dumb. She didn’t see the spray bottle come out, and the squirt went almost right up her nose. The instant that she breathed in, sucking down something that smelled more than ever like cock and ball musk and sweat, she was dead to the world.

#

Yana ‘woke up’ to the feeling of something around her wrists. She groaned, shaking her head. The ground wobbled beneath her and she stepped to the side, stutter-walking to the left before the same motion pushed her back to the right. Her eyes fluttered, opening, and she found herself staring out the window of a boat making its way through the mists.

“Nnngh…when –”

“Oh, ready to behave now?”

Adaris. She looked down. He was short enough – no, she was [i]tall[/i] enough that he was out of her line of sight when she was staring straight ahead. He was working the wheel of the boat, piloting it through the mists. It was a small craft, too, perhaps twenty feet long from bow to stern, and enclosed around the pair of them. Her neck had a crick in it from how far down it was forced to bend, and she groaned as she felt for the cuffs around her wrists.

“…When…how…”

“Oh, that spray works wonders on angry idiots,” he said with a shake of his head, turning back to the waters ahead and the various instruments before him. “A little spritz and they go right to la-la-land. And it makes sure that they don’t start causing trouble; you probably remember being much more agreeable after taking a few breaths of the potion within that thing.”

“I…nngh…it’s so hard to think.”

“That is because a good brute doesn’t think.”

“Mmmph. I’m not…a brute.”

“You’re certainly built like one. And let’s not forget how this guides your thinking these days,” he said, his long tail lifting up and coiling around her sheath and sac.

She groaned, of course. There was no hiding the pleasure that came from simple contact, even if she wished otherwise. She huffed under her breath, focusing on the pleasure for a moment before putting it out of her head.

“I’ll be good.”

“Wonderful. I don’t have to leash you any further. But the handcuffs stay on; I don’t much care for choking, I find.”

“Well, that’s the risk with a brute, isn’t it?” Yana muttered.

“…Touche.”

The boat wandered through the mist as Yana found her sea legs. The feeling of the water lapping against the sides of the boat meant that they were constantly shifting slightly, the smaller craft not weighted particularly well against the constant movement of the bay. Yet, even that was strange, as the two arms of land that the city occupied should have been more than enough to stabilize the water around it. There should have been some movement from the tides coming in from the south, but not so much of a current all the way around.

It was one more reason that Docetri still had mysteries; nobody had the time to explore everything, so some of it just had to be lived with. Yana put it down on the list of things to suggest the Academia Draconis research, though.

Eventually, Adaris slowed the already-slow vessel, bringing it to a full halt. The small kobold stepped away from the wheel and gestured for her to follow him. With the mist so thick around the vessel to the point where she could see nothing but the parts of the boat within a few feet of her, she couldn’t help but imagine that the kobold might be lost.

And yet, Adaris leaned over the side and waved his hand. Something glowed at the tip of his finger, and it was picked up by something in the water, something that made a similar gesture with a different, red color.

“What the –”

“You didn’t think that Master Engy only had servants on land, did you?” Adaris asked with a chuckle.

“I…guess I assumed.”

“Sea-bolds,” Adaris said. “Kobolds specifically modified to live in the water. Webbed hands and feet, tails nearly as long as mine, gills, the works. They do what the master needs to keep his ship in good order and the lab supplied with food. Also attend the Deep Gardens.”

“Deep – he has [i]gardens[/i] at the bottom of the bay?!”

Yana had never imagined anyone going for something like that, but now that she thought about it, it made perfect sense. An alchemist, someone constantly experimenting with different potions and enchantments, would have a goldmine with random, weird plants that only grew down there. The different possibilities for Enchantment magic with different connotations with such plants and the animals that fed on them were vast.

She had to see that. She had to –

“Do I need to spritz you again?” Adaris asked, flicking the bottle around with his tail the way that a gunslinger would have done with a revolver.

“No! No, no, no, I’m good, I’m good,” Yana insisted.

“Good. We want you to be well-behaved for the master, don’t we?”

“Yes –”

[i]Yes, behaved, good, yes.[/i]

The dragoness went stock-still at the second response. It had been so quiet, so deep-down in her own head that she almost questioned whether it had been there at all. But…but it had been, and there was no denying it.

Yana’s eyes were wide for the entire duration of the sea-bolds pulling the small craft along. She didn’t say a word as Adaris threw ropes down for the sea-bolds to take, nor did she say a word as the massive barge came in view. The covered rooftop and the soft glimmers of enchanted strips of metal held no fascination for her compared to the fact that something else in her head had spoken to her.

That hadn’t happened for a while. That wasn’t supposed to happen again.

“Come,” Adaris said.

She followed without a word, stepping off the boat and onto the barge. The stern and the engine were the only part partially uncovered, allowing them to anchor their boat to it, and Adaris held the door to the main part of the barge open. She stepped through and into darkness.

Thankfully, said darkness was illuminated nearly instantly, revealing a series of workstations where potion vials bubbled and magic simmered away. She knew, in the back of her head, that every Enchanter had a different medium in which they worked their Enchantment magic. Some people used welding, others used carving. Some used art, some used fashion itself. It seemed that Engy’s chosen medium was potion-making, taking different ingredients and translating them into the magic and making, from that, the different spells that he wanted other people to experience.

The walls of the lab were lined with streaks of wood and metal that swirled together, creating intricate patterns that the dragoness couldn’t recognize. They might have been arcane or they might have been a personal style choice; she couldn’t tell.

But it was the subjects past the workstations that held her attention most.

Her eyes went wide as she saw males and females that were strapped down. Kobolds, all, but with some few characteristics that showed that might not have been how they started. One had zebra stripes, while another had antelope horns. Another one had a long, fluffy tail that might have been a raccoon’s, once, while another looked like they still had hooves.

[i]He’s making them into kobolds…changing them…[/i]

But even that wasn’t the biggest thing, nor the one that held her attention most. No, that happened to be the fact that they had [i]massive[/i] portal rings right over their groins. Their eyes were closed, their mouths hanging open in enforced bliss, and the reasons why…well, they were displayed just slightly further down the barge.

Either hanging from massive support beams or rising from multi-person transport slabs were the genitals of the ‘lucky’ kobolds. Cocks that were nearly in the double-digits in terms of length, balls that were so big that they would have crushed her legs, packages as a whole that would have ripped themselves off a normal person’s frame if they tried to move or pinned them down completely with their raw weight: they were all there, still being played with, teased, milked, drained of everything that they had to offer.

Her cock, no matter how big it had become from the various potions that had been shoved down her throat, was nothing compared to the massive, pinning masses that the others had. She could get much, much, [i]much[/i] bigger if they cared to do that to her, and she wasn’t sure what to think or say about that.

“Master!”

“Hmm?” A new voice echoed from further down the barge. “Adaris? Is it Sunday already?”

“No, master. I brought the newcomer that you were curious in.”

[i]Curious? He knows about me?[/i]

“Which one again?”

“The brute.”

“Oh, right. One second.”

She stared as a yellow dragon stepped out of one of the ingredient closets further down the barge, brushing off his shoulders and pulling on a blue robe from within. He didn’t bother closing it, either, and –

Her eyes widened as she saw how much he was carrying between his legs. His balls fell at least to his knees, and his cock hung about as far down as that. The only way that he could possibly carry that was explained by a ring that was snapped around the base of his balls and a second ring that was slid down to the base of his cock, both of them glowing with enough power that she imagined that they were probably lightening the load that the rest of him had to carry.

He was not the sort of dragon that she expected, but then again, perhaps she was just used to the headmaster back at the Academia Draconis. Instead of someone slender, Engy was thick, thick and powerful in the shoulders and with some obvious muscle behind the gut that he carried around his middle. His hips were thick, but not rounded or feminine, and he was…more casual, she supposed, than anything else that she entirely expected. On closer examination, his robe was more of a bathrobe than anything else, and he wore sandals as he walked around the various workstations to their elevated spot.

Still, he was a dragon, and he –

She breathed in and the smell hit her like a freight train. Her legs trembled, knees almost clicking together as she fought the urge not to fall down, and her cock throbbed up between her legs at the first breath. The voice from earlier came back with a vengeance.

[i]More, more, more, more![/i]

It didn’t get better as Engy reached out, cupping her balls with one hand and rolling them around. No, not balls, [i]ball.[/i] They were big enough now that even he – a proper dragon – could only touch one of them at a time that way. She opened her mouth –

“Ah.” Adaris stabbed his tail between her lips, pinning her tongue in place. “Brutes don’t speak.”

“Mmmph!”

“Hey, be nice,” Engy said. “But he is right. Let me see his handiwork here – hmm, nice balls. Good for studding if we ever got into the breeding business. Probably great for milking, too; haven’t gotten any dragon essence since Drac got too busy and the whole kidnapping plot fizzled.”

[i]Mmmph!?[/i]

“Cock…sizable, but could be bigger,” Engy said, stroking his fingers along her shaft, tracing it from her sheath to the tip, then back down again with a small nod. “A decent size to start, but it could be hotter. It could be bigger.”

[i]Bigger, bigger, bigger, bigger.[/i]

The voice in her head – which she could only call ‘Brute’ – was getting louder each time that it talked, and she shivered as it teased her, pushed her, made it all the harder for her to think straight. She couldn’t lose herself to that again. She couldn’t just fall into that weird bliss and let it be the one calling the shots. Just –

“Mmmph…”

The tail slid out of her mouth and she moaned as Engy started fondling her, not in a groping, molesting way, but in a surprisingly clinical fashion. He felt her hips, her abs, her thighs, but not once did it feel anything like she was getting molested. If anything, it felt more like some sort of vet exam with him rubbing her muscles and making a judgment on how big they were, or if they could be made bigger, or what kind of size and heft they had.

It was completely dehumanizing, and yet, it made her all the more aroused to be treated that way. She didn’t know how to make it make sense in her own head, and yet, that was how it felt.

[i]More…more…more…[/i]

The ‘Brute’ voice thrust her hips forward, putting her on display, and Engy chuckled.

“Oh, I see what you did. [i]Very[/i] nice. She’s already getting to be a good Brute, isn’t she?”

“I believed that you’d enjoy taking this one further, Master Engy.”

“You’re right. I love it, Adaris – oh, she’s even got [i]that.[/i] You started building an addiction for her already?”

“Yes, master.”

“Oh, I [i]love[/i] that. God, do you know how long it’s been since I had someone that wanted to be built up like that? Everyone else has to be convinced. Everyone else has to go through the whole ‘Oh, I’m fine the way I am, I’m supposed to love me like me.’ Like none of us have had any dreams about being bigger.

“Hey. Brute.”

“Nnngh. I…I have a –”

“Ah.” Engy shook his head. “No, no, no. You’re not whatever your name used to be. You’re Brute. A big, strong, hunky, [i]horny[/i] piece of muscle and scale.”

[i]More muscle, more horny, more cock, more big![/i]

Another shiver, another spasm down her spine as the yellow dragon squeezed the base of her cock. She couldn’t pull back; she didn’t want to pull back. Her heartbeat slammed against her ribcage and she could barely keep up with the hard, heavy pace that it set in her chest.

“Adaris?”

“Yes, Master Engy?”

“You’re allowed a treat today.”

“O-oh?”

It was the first time that she’d heard him sound even slightly uncontrolled, but her curiosity was smothered with ‘Brute’s need. It kept pushing, grinding, thrusting forward against Engy’s hand, trying to get more, even as the yellow dragon all but ignored her, talking over her shoulder at the gray-scaled kobold.

“You can be a dragon today.”

“Mmmph…t-thank you, Master.”

“And no holding back. This time, you embrace it. All of it.”

“Yeeeeesssssssss.”

Something started creaking and cracking behind her. What was left of Yana’s awareness as it was being shoved further and further into the back of her own skull guessed that it was the scales of the kobold cracking and shifting, changing shape and spreading out over a growing body, but she couldn’t tell without looking. And she didn’t want to look. She wanted to stare straight ahead, she wanted to be touched, she wanted to be measured and exposed and –

[i]More. More touch, more big, more pleasure. More, more, more.[/i]

“Adaris has done a good job with you so far, but I think that you could be even better,” Engy said, looking her in the eye. “Something big enough to be just a body to lug a giant cock and sac around. What do you think?”

“Need big, need to show, need…need…”

“That’s what I wanted to hear, Brute. Mmm, already so eager to get that addiction filled?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Yana whispered, barely aware that it wasn’t even her saying it anymore. “Please, more, more.”

“Just one thing first. While we’re waiting for Adaris, let me just do this one little thing. Just to make sure that you keep the proper state of mind while we’re working you over. Brute’s hot, and I want them front and center right now.”

Front and center.

Hot.

Brute.

Big.

Strong.

The more that Engy teased her, the more that Yana felt her awareness of her muscles, her exposure, her constant showing off grow. It was like she had been allowed to forget it, and now, it was hitting her full-force. She couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of being exposed, of having her muscles – of having everything – be made bigger, more obvious, more impossible to ignore.

She was a statue of power, of muscle, of virility, and – and now she knew that she could take that further. She could take it to impossible levels, be made to forget anything but the pure pleasure of being so huge, of being used, of having no choice but to indulge in debauchery because she was too far gone.

[i]No, no –[/i]

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Brute had stepped forward and she was nothing but a nattering thing in the back of her own head. Yana stared out as she was swamped over with the sheer warmth and need of her body. She could feel [i]everything[/i] while being completely unable to affect it, and as the dragon pulled something from his pocket, she could feel the magic coming off it. Enchantment of such power that she could [i]not[/i] describe.

“Mmmph…ah…nnngh…” Adaris grunted, and she felt his bulk settling behind her. “What’s that, Master?”

“This? Are you even interested in this while she’s in front of you?” Engy teased. “Her big ass and her fat cock and everything else?”

“Nnngh…”

“I told you, Adaris. No holding back.”

No sooner had Engy said that than her supervisor shoved her forward. Yana yelped as she hit the ground, rolling over just in time to see the dragon that had replaced Adaris.

He was massive, standing nearly as tall as she was, but his tail was even longer than the kobold’s had been. It stretched out and curled around the wall of the ship, but then he was on her, his balls dragging along the deck as he grabbed her legs, pushing them up and back to spread hers further.

“Mmmph…fucking hot…”

He barely sounded like his old self, and her eyes went wide as he pushed her balls out of the way before slamming his cock under them. The feeling of that fat thing, slightly barbed and rough in a way that belied his civilized nature, sent more shivers down her spine and kept her hard as a rock.

“Adaris will have a pretty good time fucking that ass of yours,” Engy said as the former kobold lined himself up. “He’s a big fan of big things. Just like me. But once we make Brute even bigger? Well, I think he won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”

[i]Bigger?![/i]

“Bigger!” Brute growled eagerly.

“Heh, yes, yes, bigger,” Engy said, kneeling down beside her. “But for now, let’s just make sure that Brute stays out.”

He held out his hand. At the tip of one finger was a dragon scale, one that shimmered through multiple colors as the Enchantment magic in it was made visible by just how powerful it was. He lowered it to her throat and pressed down just where a collar’s tag would lay.

“Ah!”

[i]Nnngh![/i]

Without warning, pressure slammed down around Yana’s awareness of herself. Her identity and that of Brute were completely separated, with Brute being the one still out and active, and her being nothing more than a trapped presence in the back of Brute’s head. Her mental mouth hung open as she stared out through wide eyes, and –

Pop.

Squelch.

“Mmmph!”

Brute’s mouth hung open, and she could feel her tongue growing, lolling out of her own mouth as her body was fucked. In, out, in, out – Adaris was already humping away, showing none of the restraint, control, or technique that she had come to associate with him, and only taking.

Taking his pleasure.

Using her.

Making her a bitch.

She would have moaned if she had been in charge. Brute did it for her. She could feel all the pleasure and had none of the control, her awareness all but submerged beneath the growing pleasure and need that her body felt. She could feel it all from her little mental prison cell, staring out as the need to be bigger took hold. Her muscles bunched up, some old bits of magic still echoing inside them as her arms swelled, her chest lifted, and her abs tightened.

But she couldn’t do a damn thing. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, could only watch as Engy tilted her head back.

“We’re going to make a few more changes. And then, maybe I’ll milk you for a while. A little dragon essence for my tanks. And then we’ll send you back with Adaris to do some more work at the factory. Brute can earn their way toward getting you that headband for a while. But don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll enjoy being a big, horny, drippy creature.”

Big.

Horny.

Drippy.

Creature.

Her cock grew as he leaned over her, and then his balls –

“Mmmph!”

Brute and Yana were smothered by the heavy yellow orbs, feeling them pushing down, down, down. They were big, heavy, and round enough that they depressed around the dragoness’s face, spreading down her cheeks and down along the fronds on the sides of her face. Eventually, those big yellow balls touched the ground, leaving her completely buried beneath them and their thick…

Heavy…

Warm…

Mind-melting…

Yana lost track of the words used to describe them, floating on them just as she had done from the spritz-bottle that Adaris had used. Pleasure, mental and physical, washed her away as she slipped further and further down. Brute’s body was used, her ass jiggling and bouncing as Adaris fucked it into the ground, even starting to grow from the pleasure and the strange magic forced through her, but she was barely aware of it.

Brute didn’t think.

Yana didn’t want to think.

They were both happy to be used.

 

 

 



[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]
 
Summary: Yana is taken to meet Engy, and finds out what kind of employer she’s working under.
 
Tags: TransF/M, TransF/solo, Dragoness, Kobold, Dragon, Engy, Docetri, Enchantment, Magic, Growth, Musk, Anal, Ball Play, Ball Smothering, Corruption, Series, Mind Control,