“FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” squealed Tyler, dripping wet with the unidentified substance. Slicking the milky, viscous liquid from his eyes, he stood up to shake the worst of it off. As he rose, a peculiar feeling struck him deep in the chest – a burning warmth, radiating from deep within to every limb in his body, particularly his cock, which began to stand to attention nestled within his waistband. A wave of pleasure struck him down, sending him crashing to his knees as he desperately scrabbled at his belt, too overwhelmed to notice the stares of the other patrons in the bar. Sheer heat started radiating from the dragon, the milky goop splattered all over him beginning to bubble ominously, as the normally weedy dragon felt a surge of godlike energy shake his very frame.
“Dexter. Dexter!” hissed the horse eating his salad, jostling the large otter who had, by now, turned away to eat his halibut. “Remember when the supervisor said to use hazmat gear when loading up the truck? This must be why! We have to do something!” Dexter gently pushed his fish to the side, picked all six foot three of his large frame up from the diner’s seat, and turned around. What he saw widened his eyes in surprise – the diminutive dragon seemed to be in the process of bursting out of his clothes, formerly non-existent muscle slowly defining itself on Tyler’s thickening frame as inch by inch, he grew bigger and stronger. The dragon closed his eyes as bliss filled his body, while unimpressive biceps found sturdy peaks forming, skinny legs started filling out into powerful, broad haunches, and the tell-tale ridges of abdominal muscles began peeking out of a formerly flat stomach. 5’ 1’’ slowly, tantalizingly turned to 7’ 6’’ as Tyler soaked up the peculiar liquid. Better still, the one feature the dragon had reason to be proud of, the throbbing rod now standing strictly to attention, had grown to proportion, and as the dragon placed a paw gingerly on his nearly foot-long cock, Nat, the waitress, peered out from behind the doorway to the kitchen, not quite sure what to think of the purple dragon and his transformation. While the situation was bizarre, and quite intimidating... she could tell there was definitely something arousing about the growing titan shredding his much-belaboured clothes before her as she felt a flush of passion rush through her.
“Now, eh, don’t do anything hasty now. That’s a dangerous chemical, you now.” the otter advised sternly, making a cautious advance, hand drifting subtly and slowly to the stun gun on his belt while his equine companion followed behind him tentatively. “Let’s just all be very sensible about this, and nobody has to get in a scuffle...” Opening his eyes and raising from his haunches to new, impressive heights, the dragon allowed himself a toothy smirk as he admired the way his leathery purple skin stretched tightly over the thick new musculature that had formed. He half growled, half purred as he slipped a hand back down to his achingly needy cock, throbbing with desperation, but couldn’t ignore the two furs in baseball caps advancing his way – he had to act, but what was the best course of action?
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