The tightness of Mark's Chest was getting worse, and it was harder looking down over the bulges under his shirt...
With anxious energy Mark pulled at and literally tore off his shirt, and was greeted with breast, large, Scaled! Breasts.
The Itching! I had progressed to a burning and even as he, or shi watched where the burning progressed hard red scales followed, and pulling down hir underwear, off her raging hard-on, a pussy was literally dripping there below her balls, Mark wracked hir brain for what could be causing it, the last thing shi had was...
"Oh no."With a voice no longer matching what it once was Mark quietly uttered hir exclamation, scrabbling back up onto changing, burning, slimming, growing legs, an also growing tail unknowingly helping give balance as shi pushed open the washroom door and charged down the hall to the Telescope's room.
Throwing open the doors, Mark, bare of any clothing bar the watch who's fabric band was growing tight round hir wrist, showed hirself to Taylor, who lay on the observatory floor, her skirt down around her knees as on hand was between the buttons of her blouse groping a breast, and the other wrapped around a pantie covered shaft. Her midriff slowing being covered in magenta scales.
Then the burning heat with Mark roared higher, as the scent of another hit hir nose along with the burning.
Taylor, could only huff in the scent of heat and need that had only intensified as the beast barged into the main observatory, thinking had only gotten harder the more cake she, no shi, had eaten, the more aroused she had become thinking of Mark, Mark, that beast had to be Mark, shi knew it, shi could smell it, and hir need.
"Mark, come here, I need you." Shi said, ending her self-ministrations and removing her blouse and skirt completely, gesturing for the increasingly scaled and draconian hermaphrodite before hir to join hir.
Addled with heat, hir own, and before hir, Mark got onto all fours and stalked forwards, rubbing growing muzzle to still human face, breasts against breasts as now clawed paw-hands rubbed up and down an increasingly scaled back, one coaxing the growth of a draconic tail.
Taylor played with hir mates growing horns as hir legs wrapped round a thinning waist, resting on growing hips and thick, powerful tail.
Shi could feel, shi could feel Mark enter hir folds even as shi entered Mark's, a slight confusion that was easily washed away by pleasure as shi felt hir rod rub up beside Mark's between their rubbing scaled bodies, leaving both with two rods each, one above their vaginal openings, one below, creating an extended slit even as Mark's sack had disappeared and his gonads split internally into testis and ovaries.
Growing tail lashed and twined with grown, tongues danced against one another as Muzzles vied for the perfect Draconian kiss. Lithe muscle corded under red and magenta scales, ebony claws and horns rubbing gently against another as one set of wings unfurled, followed the others'. The haze of heat and pleasure was enough to make Mark forget about who else had eaten the cake.