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Dragons and Dresses
🕑 Added 2021-02-17 20:38:12 +0000 UTC(contains male human to female anthro dragon TFTG, muscle growth, hyper curves, clothing changes, tall)
Commission for Wes.
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A billowing roar echoed through the stone caverns, the soft vibrations sending loose rocks raining down. That was when the party knew they were dead in the water. Not to say robbing a dragon had been the best plan for anyone, but their execution turned out pretty terrible in its own right. The wizard had totally flubbed his incantation to put the mythical beast to sleep, allowing it to spot the thief shoveling treasure into a sack.
They were given no time to react. With one flap of the dragon’s wings, severe winds turned the enclosed chamber into a hurricane death trap. Coins and other treasures flew about to pelt the party’s main supports at harsh speeds. Both fell to the floor within seconds, covered in bruises and bloody wounds.
Smart people would have taken that obvious demonstration of overwhelming power to hightail it back through the smaller tunnels to safety. Too bad barbarians were not well known for their scholarly attributes. Soon as the winds died down, the pair of muscular woman leaped onto the scene to rescue their half-dead comrades. Each circled the dragon in different directions in hope for a flank.
Following close behind was the party’s sorcerer. Streams of sparkling fireworks erupted from his extended fingertips, trying to confuse their mighty foe. It seemed to work for a few seconds; the dragon stared in awe at the razzle-dazzle lights before giving a bemused shake of its slender head.
A swing of its fat tail sent one barbarian flying into the far wall. The other barbarian tried to stop its dash only to get crushed under an enormous front paw. With their front line down, the dragon settled both it’s blazing gold eyes on the lone sorcerer poised to defy it. Unfortunately, there was no spell the little human knew that could postpone his fate. The dragon’s chest inflated in a deep breath, building power for imminent doom.
The sorcerer gathered his nerves determined not to make these deep caves his tomb. Balling hands into fists, he sprung to one side, trying to avoid a torrent of flames spewing from the dragon’s mouth.
“Natural one!”
Loud roars erupted through hallowed halls again. Not those of any magical beast but from five nerds ranging widely in age and genders. None of them really cared how their bellows had disrupted other nearby groups. All eyes were on the dungeon map as their Game Master reached over to flick the tiny figurine of a sorcerer over, making it rest at the claws of his favorite dragon token.
“And with that, your last chance of victory gets charred in the dragon’s fire breath attack,” Henry said with the usual flare of dramatic roleplaying. Hopefully, he did not sound too smug about this turn of events. It was fun to see a group of players get engaged with his games. “Sorry, guys, that’s a total party wipeout. I tried to drop in-character signs not to fight that thing.”
“I told you!” A girl wearing a fox ears hat slapped the guy sitting beside him. “You greedy dorks just had to go after the horde.”
“Ow! Hun! Blame that dork wizard over there for casting such a crappy sleep roll.”
“Like hell you can blame me with those lame sneak rolls. You might as well have been wearing bells.”
The bickering continued while the other players quietly took their leave. It was only the first day of Shiftcon. Everyone either had people to meet or things to check out. No one knew what to expect from a new convention.
Henry had not expected the players to try fighting the damn dragon. He wisely decided not to take sides about that while packing up his maps and figures. This was just meant to be a one-off adventure to kill time before breakfast. All they had to do was grab the treasure and run like hell. The tunnels would have been too small for a legendary monster to give chase. Some people seemed to prefer going down fighting like stubborn champions.
As long as people had fun, that was the general take away. Henry ran games online all the time, but getting a chance to be at an actual table was why he loved conventions. Nothing beats seeing raw emotions on display at every step of the adventure. The ones playing thief and wizard continued to argue long after everything had been put away. They ultimately settled things like real nerds and went for a round of Munchkin.
This seemed like a perfect time for Henry to make his quiet exit. Breakfast was a more appealing idea to the chubby brown-haired man. He had set up another game for that evening, but it was only the Friday of the con. Plenty of time to float around, mingle, maybe buy some stuff off dealers.
“Hm? Oh, neat!”
Speaking of stuff, the game room had a pair of long tables set up at the entrance. One was left blank apparently for general uses, mostly as a lost and found. The other, however, had been a very accommodating snack stand for it. There was the usual water cooler, and some warm sodas, but also a heater for various hot drinks. From what Henry had heard, a pair of baskets were put out at least twice a day with snacks. Looks like that turned out to be true. Someone had come in recently to leave mountains of wrapped baked goods; muffins, doughnuts, pies, and a few bits of candies.
It was the latter that caught Henry’s attention. A bright orange packet stuck out from between two chocolate muffins in sharp contrast. Pulling it out caused a rapid clicking of small objects rustling inside. According to the decorative label of a cartoon orange dragon, these were some kind of Pop Rocks style treat. Technically, they were called them ‘Dragon Gems,’ but the gimmick was the same.
Henry’s day was getting off to a good start. Now he had the first epic game of the con and his favorite candy to go with it. Stuffing the packet in one pocket, he snatched up a soda before continuing his search for breakfast. That old myth was one reason he loved fizzy rocks so much. Certainly felt a lot more fun than using Mentos.
Twenty minutes of wandering the hotel later and Henry regretted not taking a muffin or scone too. As is typical for such places, everything in the lobby shop was ridiculously overpriced to take advantage of travelers’ need for convenience. No way was he going to spend ten bucks on a salad when an actual restaurant would give one three times the size.
Now if only such places were open at nine am. The closest junk food store would have to do; Dunkin Doughnuts. An extra walk was worth some powdery cakes and a breakfast sandwich. It gave him some spare alone time to ponder the coming night’s game. Henry ordered his delicious assortment of baked goods and retreated off to a corner booth to go over some notes. Hopefully, some encounters could be set up that won’t be able to kill even the stupidest of parties.
Breakfast would ironically be finished sometime past noon. Henry glanced over the characters he had finished stating with a satisfied grin. Maybe having the dragons be anthropomorphized sexy ladies will discourage the players from outright attacking. A large of Shiftcon’ attendees were furries and other kin. Odds are they might just try to romance some of them instead.
And there was that one percent chance some loon considered dragon suplex a great way to die.
Oh well, Henry would deal with that if it happened. More importantly, there was way too much cheese grease and powdered sugar on his hands. A quick trip to the restroom took care of that. Roleplay books were expensive enough without getting the delicate pages messed up.
Henry returned to his table for some double-checking on a few pre-made characters. Soon as he sat, there came a light crunch from under his backside. A sharp reminder of his treat scavenged from the game room. His eyes lit up, producing the packet of rock candy from his back pocket.
Nothing like a tasty, and free, dessert to calm one’s nerves. Henry ripped the thing open with his teeth, followed by popping the top of his soda can. Both were downed in a quick one-two gulp. You had to be fast for maximum effect unless your goal is to look rabid and messy.
By now, Henry was a pro at carbonated candy consumption. He slouched back, enjoying the familiar sensation of gas filling his belly. The ticklish bloating never got old. Heck, for an imitation brand, they sure felt more potent than Pop Rocks.
Itchy, too. That rarely happened. Henry raised an eyebrow, scratching his belly button through his shirt. Instead of rubbing smooth skin underneath, there were a strange series of rough edges poking against his fingers.
“What the... oh, holy hell!”
Henry lifted his shirt just enough to make a small gap between the hem and waistband of his pants. Instead of the fleshy skin around his belly button, it had become coated in a shimmering coat of dark brown scales. A peek through the collar confirmed more had spread across his chest and neck ending just under the chin. Henry traced fingers all along his neck, rubbing the tough protective scutes. They were sensitive to contact, making his spine shiver with enjoyment.
Things only continued to get scaly past the rough platting on Henry’s front. Softer, refined armor grew to encase the skin of his shoulders and sides that quickly poured out over the rest of his body. It did not work well with his clothes. He ended up drawing a few brief stares from customers frantically scratching at his back and legs through the fabric. Even as scales leaked out shirt sleeves to convert his hands, no one paid Henry much mind.
Lack of attention might have been a blessing in disguise. The bloating pressure continued to mount inside Henry, drawing his attention back to his middle. His jaw dropped, bewildered to find his thick layer of nerd pudge melting away. A once round belly collapsed before his eyes, drawing the protective scales taut over the ridges of some fantastic abs. Hands shook as they gripped at the hem, only to stop abruptly in sharp consideration. Henry was pretty sure the golden scales washing over his face were getting a violet shade to them while he tried pulling the shirt down to cover himself.
FWOOMP!
That simple act became a lot harder when there was a lot more for Henry’s shirt to try covering. His blush only grew hotter when a pair of soft mounds rushed out to hang off his chest. The pair of twenty-sided dice printed on his shirt became grossly distorted over the newly realized breasts. More so when the fatty globes began inflating before Henry’s eyes. Their massing girth became too much to keep the hem down. It slipped from Henry’s thinning fingers to rest totally above the waist, needing everything to cover the bouncing cannonballs.
The impromptu unveiling of Henry’s waist helped him understand it was not just boobs growing. His glittering waistline had drastically collapsed inwards, helping squeeze all the fat that used to be there above and below the line. Hips poured outwards like a filling water balloon, putting an enormous strain on the seams of his jeans. The changing man wiggled them while tugging at the waistband, trying to adjust for such a rapidly growing seat. In the end, he could not keep his buttocks from pushing down the back, letting squishy scaled cheeks spill out.
“This... this can’t be right,” Henry said, mostly to himself. Hands roamed over his insanely feminine body in a flurry of emotions. Aside from a few lusty glances from guys, and one girl serving coffee, no one still cared that some guy had suddenly gone from fat to fab. “H-hello? Hey, ack, m-my voice...”
An itch in Henry’s throat made him cough several times. Each time severe throbbings wracked across his head; hitting his mouth, forehead, and scalp at once. If he crossed his eyes, he could even see his nose push into his palm, covering it. By the time the irritation left, his face extended into a long sharp muzzle. Stretched vocal cords added a stronger base, but also a feminine pitch to his voice.
“Whoa!!”
Trying to stand almost had Henry falling flat on his face. Not because virtually any movement had a lot more weight shifting about, but because of a strong sense of vertigo. Along with his shirt, the pants had become incredibly tight on Henry’s body. Every contour of muscular curved thighs was outlined in its denim, with leg cuffs pulled to his knees showing off equally strong shins. He must have sprouted to eight, maybe nine feet tall in a minute.
“Are you okay, miss dragon?” A man from a nearby table had looked up from his tablet to address Henry. Being so close under her boobs must have made it a strained effort.
“Do I bloody look okay to you?” It was rare in Henry’s nature to be rude. He was just having a hard time comprehending people’s concern for his reactions than the fact he was becoming a giant...
“Wait, did you just call me a dragon?”
The man looked more cautious than offended by Henry’s snappy responses. “I don’t mean to cause offense if you’re some kind of horned lizard. You looked really distressed about something and I thought you spilled your coffee.”
“... and that’s the only thing that’s weird about me?”
An awkward pause filled the space as Henry watched the man’s eyes scan every thick curve of his figure. “Your pants are kind of small, I guess. Figured all dragons wear them low because of the tails.”
“T-tails!? Ack!”
A sharp pop in Henry’s lower back made him jump clear off the floor. The power in his new lady legs had him drilling holes through the drywall ceiling with his horns.
SHRRRTTTT!!
Several things happened upon the enormous dragon’s heavy landing. Henry’s jaw dropped, watching shoes explode, unable to withstand his weight. Much larger, yet elegant, scaled feet emerged in the spray of shredded leather. Toes flexed reflexively against the floor, lightly raking it with manicured black claws.
A flexing of thick thighs softened the impact, yet caused their swelling muscles to burst the seams along the outsides of his pants. Glittering gold child-bearing hips gushed out the new openings putting greater emphasis on Henry’s barely covered buttocks. The fat jiggling off those glutes almost seemed like he was twerking.
At the same time, his breasts gave their own hard sloshes. The pressure proved too much for his prized nerd shirt, rending the fabric with several horizontal gashes. As he stood up trying to steady the soft mounds with both hands, their fatty scales were all too eager to bulge out these new openings in a generous display of cleavage.
Henry felt something else thump against his chair and table. Looking back, his reptilian muzzle dropped at seeing the top of his butt had parted with the growing of a long meaty tail. Its diamond tip twitched lazily across the restaurant floor, overwhelming his mind with new senses. With a little focus, he could even make the powerful log of scales wag.
Despite her clothes continuing to get smaller, there still came no screams, no outcry’s, not even much of a skeptical glance. People kept coming in, ordering their doughnuts, and only giving Henry a darting peek on the way out. Like they were more worried about being caught ogling the enormous dragon woman than the fact there was a dragon present.
It was flattering in a way that confused and delighted Henry. Even the guy he had been talking with continued staring back, as chill as ever.
“That seriously did not seem strange to you just now?” Henry asked, twisting to motion at his swollen flank and freshly grown tail.
“Not sure what you’re on about, Miss. With tails that big, I assumed you were trying to show off for that con down the street.” The man looked to Henry’s lower body longer than he probably should have. A sly smile crossed his face, partly masked by taking a sip of coffee. “But hey, if this is how your species tries to flirt, I’m totally into this.”
“F-flirt!? What?”
Henry became so flabbergasted his own voice fluctuated back to its usual male tone. The implication he might have been asked out blindsided him with joy and confusion over the desire to enjoy a man’s company. Whatever was making him all big and scalie seemed to alter the perceptions of the world around him, and maybe even his own mind.
Just how far was that going to go? This guy looked older, but still had a cute rugged charm to him.
“I… um... I gotta go!”
Flight mode kicked in before any more madness could occur. Henry collected his game stuff in a tight hug against his pillowy chest. Catching sight of biceps bloated with more muscle than holiday hams only made him blush deeper. He made a hurried dash for the doorway not giving the man time to comment.
FWOOMP!
“Gah!?”
Being taller than the door had not escaped Henry’s notice. In fact, he still had the foresight to try ducking on the way out.
The wings, on the other hand, chose that moment to tear out the back of his shirt. They added even more extra limbs to Henry’s changed body, stretching out like a grand cape in the breeze. And then their second set of shoulders hooked onto the doorframe, sending him reeling backward with a startled roar. It was only by the propping of his tail he avoided collapsing onto a table. He had no spare cash to pay for repairs if the furniture could not support his weight.
“Hey, watch it!”
“S-sorry!” Henry worked his wing joints a few times, almost smacking a few incoming customers. Eventually, he got them folded back enough to shuffle sideways out of the restaurant.
Soon as he was outside, it was a straight run back to the hotel. Henry’s feet must have been covered in some durable scales. The warmth of a sunny sidewalk barely registered to his soles as they stomped across the pavement.
If only the rest of his new body could be that easy to ignore. More than once, he forgot the reach of his hips and muscular shoulders and nearly trampled over smaller human pedestrian. Not a single one could stand above his massive bust, and boy, where his mammaries the worst offender. Even with a blessing of upper body strength, their buoyancy threatened to destroy the rest of his shirt.
A sharp whistle came from atop a bowling alley as Henry ran past. He dared not risk more than a side glance, but could see some renovators gawking at him from the roof.
“Yeah, baby! That’s a great way to stay in shape.”
“Care to do a few laps around here for us?”
It took all of Henry’s willpower to not stop and give them a proper show. People wishing to worship a dragon deserve nothing less than the best possible display of scalie buff curves. Doing so in an open street just felt a little off for some reason. Ultimately, he remembered there was a dragon fan panel back at the convention. That sounded like a better place to enjoy his own sexiness.
The hotel came into view before Henry’s thoughts could dive any deeper into that surge of vanity. He came to a halt at the doors surprised at barely feeling tired from the exercise. Being the buffest amazon at the convention offered a lot of perks.
Large bushy bangs still draped across the dragon’s ruby-red eyes heavy from sweat. Henry let out a bubbly giggle, trying to brush them behind his horns. He could not be a complete dragon beauty without growing a stunning mane of long silky hair. It was even a warm brunette to compliment his scales.
Automatic doors picked up Henry’s form long before he got close to them. At least they were big enough he did not need to duck his head inside. Passing through the yawning portal, his scales were met with the cold rush of ventilated air. The high fan speed meant to deter bugs and birds caused his pants to flutter lightly. It took a few steps into the lobby for him to realize his clothes felt different, a lot less tight around the curves.
“Oh, my gosh! Really? Even my pants too!?” Henry’s voice cracked with his outburst, shifting lower, just shy of his former male voice again. At some point, Henry’s clothes had altered into the strangest ballgown he had ever seen. The legs of his jeans had melded together and billowed out into a full coverage skirt still composed of denim. Most of the rips around his ample hips had repaired themselves but had left a hole to continue showing off the flank scales.
His shirt had, thankfully, also fixed itself while enlarging to be accommodating for his breasts. Its decorative twenty-sided dice had remained wrapped over each mound, although the sleeves had bundled up around the shoulders to form thick balloon pads.
“Oof! Hey!”
Of course, stopping in the middle of the lobby entrance was not a good idea even when one is not a literal giantess. A group of energetic twenty-something’s came strutting in too engaged with their own conversation to spot Henry in time to move around. They slipped over the wide radius of his dress hem, pushing hard off the dragon’s partially covered tail amidst startled, and somewhat rude, cries about his big posterior.
It was all Henry could do to avoid falling onto any of the people mingling around him. The harsh shoves and counter shifting of his hips caused a little black bag to go flying out of a skirt pocket. He did not hear it hit the floor, but gasped when the familiar clicking of dice rolls echoed under the ambient noise.
“Ingrates,” Henry said, and then coughed twice. Something loosened in the back of his throat, allowing the next words to come out in the feminized growling pitch. Naturally, no one would stop to help a dragon girl squatting down to collect her favorite dice. Everyone continued trying to walk around, or shamelessly walking on her dress instead. Having an extra puffy skirt only helped by pushing the multi-sided blocks away from his grasp. “Just ram into people with no regard for-hey, watch the tail buddy! Well, this is certainly going.... going to make toni... ahh... agh jeez!”
There were a few standard rules for visiting conventions. One often ignored was regularly bathing out of consideration for immense crowds in tight spaces. But before Henry realized it, his long snout was cringing at getting a hefty whiff of someone that thought marinating in Old Spice was a worthy substitute.
“AH-PHOO!”
FWOOSH!
Hands shot up to cover what it could of Henry’s nostrils and snout. The fact they were holding his game dice only occurred a second before blasts of blazing purple flames passed through the narrow gaps in his fingers. Oh yeah, he was a dragon now. Those had a reputation for breathing fire.
“Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh... oooohhh!!” Henry’s panic at potentially sneezing his dice into a melted blob faded as his hands lowered to observe the damage. Instead of the usual plastic lumps, a small pile of gems glittered in his palms. Twenty-sided ones had become solid gold with silver numbers welded on, with the others being a variety of rubies, emeralds, and sapphires.
Henry suddenly felt like the whole lobby was looking at him, or his treasure specifically. An overwhelming need to protect his stuff had him packing the little crystal back into their pouch while glancing over each shoulder. He rushed through the relaxed crowds no longer caring who dared impede his buff legs.
Thankfully, no one wanted to get in the elevator with him. A secluded ride up to his room allowed Henry to tuck his treasure pouch away and fuss with his hair in the reflective walls. Now that he got a good look, those candies had made him into one super fiery dragon woman. Too bad the doors dinged open before he could get into some muscle-flexing poses.
Henry was so happy to get back into his room. Gaming supplies were thrown onto the TV dresser before flopping onto the bed proper. It was immediately apparent that sleeping tonight might be an issue. Even on a king-size bed, a lot of his new body hung off the edges. Then there was figuring out what position is suitable for sleep with a tail and wings.
“Ugh! Is this even going to wear off?” Henry said to himself. There were no room shares to worry about, not that current events implied they would have noticed a dragon suddenly in their beds. “I mean, it’s kind of cool, so I wouldn’t mind if the magic is permanent. Just how am I supposed to get home if I can’t fit on the airplane? What am I going to do about... the game?”
Now that his mind had slowed down enough to pick apart the last hour, a fascinating train of thought passed through Henry’s mind. Curiously, he fished the bag of dice back out and randomly plucked a six-sided sapphire from it. In the dim light, he could see it; a deep, pulsing glow of energy from the crystal’s surface. Not only had his flames changed their composition, but they had also become imbued with magic?
The big dragon gal giggled uncontrollably while holding the jewel into the lamplight. Just the thought of being a magical creature was getting him... well, her giddy. It was like being promoted to the perfect dungeon master.
“Well, there’s still six hours before my next scheduled game.” Henry’s tail thumped rapidly against the mattresses. “Let’s see about adjusting the adventure to make things really interesting.”
