Mark quickly chugged down the contents of the <NOT Anthro Dragoness> vial. It had to be the reversal vial - why else would it have such a ridiculous name? Regardless, he did not have much of a choice. He could hear Chloe slowly approaching the door to his apartment, no doubt coming over to study with him for their Veterinary College exam. She was a very considerate and caring girlfriend, but she had the worst timing. He didn't want to have to explain to his girlfriend why he had changed himself into a seven and a half foot tall female anthropomorphic dragoness.
Mark watched with relief as his ridiculously large breasts began to shrink and recede into his chest. Apparently, he had chosen the right potion. Strangely, nothing else seemed to be getting smaller. In fact, everything seemed to be getting bigger.
Mark looked down at his hand, or rather paw. It was stretching longer, while his digits shortened and got fatter. His claws increased in size.
"What is going on?" Mark struggled to say. He had difficulty forming the words in his mouth.
He stumbled towards a mirror. His feet were growing longer, too, making walking difficult. His lengthening tail dragged on the ground behind him. His back and shoulders ached, forcing him to hunch over as he walked. Staring in the mirror Mark was shocked. His face looked less human and more bestial - more like a dragon!
"No! The <NOT Anthro Dragoness> vial is not making me human. It is just reversing the anthropomorphism. I am changing into a full dragon! " growled Mark.
He turned and made his way back to the vials, walking on all fours. He could hear the floor of his apartment creak under his growing weight. He heard as well as felt the spines tear through his tough leathery scales as they grew down his back and tail. His chest cavity barreled out with each deep breathe while his abdomen thinned out, flattening above his haunches. His neck creaked and groaned as it stretched longer and longer. The changes seemed to be accelerating. He had to do something and quickly!
Mark fumbled with the lid of the box of vials. His stubby digits could no longer manipulate the vials.
Guess I don't need to worry about the dissection exam next week, thought Mark glumly. There is no way I could hold a scalpel like this!
He pulled out the vials with his sharp teeth, inadvertently spilling several of them. He could feel the floor sagging beneath his growing weight as well as the footsteps of Chloe as she walked up the steps leading to his apartment. He didn't have time to waste. He had to use one of the vials right now. Any of them had to be better than this! Mark grabbed one at random and chugged it, not bothering to read the label.