This choice: Why waste time with these idiots when there might be more of that goop around... • Go Back...Chapter #5Why waste time with these idiots when there mig... by: choleric   “Yeah, I’m not one for fighting.” muttered Tyler, with an experimental flex of his new muscular biceps. “So I guess I’ll see you around!” Enjoying the sheer speed and power of his new body, the dragon broke into a sprint and crashed through the glass door, leaving the two mooks bewildered as the shards tinkled delicately on the tile of the floor.
“So, we might have a problem, ey.” Dexter said, no hints of irony present in his gravelly voice.
“Yes, Dexter, we might have a fucking problem.” sighed the horse, unholstering his tazer and storming out of the diner, heavy work boots crunching and cracking the glass as he stomped off. Dexter followed, clumsily unhooking the stun gun from his belt as he jogged behind his companion.
Tyler, for his part, was making a beeline for the big rig parked outside. He could see the doors wide open, barrel after barrel secured in the back with cables. More interesting, perhaps, was the raccoon lying prone and screaming bloody murder just underneath the truck. Wearing a bandit’s mask and clutching his leg in agony, Tyler deduced that the raccoon was probably the one who cracked open the truck and sent the barrel barrelling into the diner – or at least, that was what the dropped crowbar suggested to him. As he dashed up to the back of the truck, his heavy footfalls padding across the asphalt caused the raccoon to look up, fearful that someone was coming to arrest him, or worse. Instead, he caught an eyeful of Tyler’s foot-long cock, hard as a rock. The imposing dragon shot him a glance, towering over him as he climbed into the back of the truck.
“Thanks, bro.” Tyler said with a grin. “You’ve done me such a favour.” The purple drake left the raccoon with a look of sheer shock plastered across his masked face as he pulled himself into the truck, looking at white plastic barrel after white plastic barrel. He had hit the motherlode! Who knew how much of the milky goop was in there...
Well, there was one good way to find out. Ripping the lids from a couple of barrels, Tyler plunged his fists into the white liquid, feeling his arms burn slightly as it quickly absorbed through his skin.
“Mmmm, yeaaaaah!” murmured Tyler, running a slender tongue across his teeth as his eyes rolled back, sheer pleasure bubbling through his veins as he felt his musculature expand. If this kept up, he’d be the biggest dragon around... maybe the biggest creature around. Glancing at the myriad barrels in the back of the truck, he had an irreverent thought... maybe he’d outgrow the city. As Tyler grew, masses of purple muscle weighing the truck down, he dumped the barrels over himself to let the milky liquid soak right into his skin. It did the trick, as ecstasy flooded into him and he could not resist his aching, throbbing cock for one second longer. Wrapping both paws around the significant bulk of his tender length, he eagerly pleasured himself as he grew. 7’ 6’’ became a distant memory for him as he felt himself squeezing up against the back of the truck, inch after inch swelling into him as he watched his legs dangling out the back of the truck press up against the concrete – and damn, were they a sight to behold. He had begun the day with unimpressive, gangly legs that barely scraped the ground in a normal person’s seat, and now proudly possessed thick thighs and chiselled calves that would make any bodybuilder blanche with jealousy. A statuesque set of abdominals ran the length of his stomach, solid pectorals took pride of place on his chest, and his arms were thick as tree trunks as the dragon felt his horns pressing into the roof of the trailer. As Tyler hauled himself out the back, sheer pleasure drove him to his sturdy knees as he continued stroking himself eagerly, grinning as the two mooks from inside levelled their tasers at him and fired. The darts pinged uselessly off his taut hide, leaving the pair nonplussed.
“Ha!” rumbled Tyler, giving almost two feet of cock glistening and slick with pre a delicate lick with his long tongue, the divine sensation sending a burst of pleasure along his length. “Don’t worry, guys, I’m not gonna hurt you... just enjoy the show.” The dragon revelled in his sheer size – David would be a gnat to him when he was done! He couldn’t wait to drink in more of that goop and get even bigger, as ten foot turned into thirteen, and the dragon continued to pump his slick rod with delight plastered across his face. With a squeeze of his tender, oversized sack and a grunt of pleasure, a thick rope of cum jetted from his cock, only to splatter over the otter in his already-white cap. Dexter took a moment to react, another blast of the dragon’s musky jizz coating him before he had the good sense to duck out the way. With a roar of pure pleasure, the dragon let his cock throb, growling his delight as his cum spurted in arcane patterns across the asphalt. In the haze of afterglow, the dragon had a wicked idea...
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