As the little orange plastic dinosaur considered her own fate, Ty started playing around with ideas in his head. If he could make something like Paris and change her any way he pleased, didn't the same apply to everybody else? After all, if he could conjure this sweet little dinosaur from a simple plastic toy, then changing the existing world around him was infinitely easier, wasn't it? Although, the sick feeling of changing Dustin's history, of warping reality, that still felt wrong. He might have to explore that.
“I think I've decided.” Paris suddenly squeaked. Ty turned his attention back down to his tiny friend and she smiled.
God, she was so cute.
“Okay!” She said excitedly. “I think it would be a lot more fun if I was a real dinosaur. Then I can eat and do stuff and you can take me for walks on a leash and people won't think its weird. Right?”
“Oh boy.” Ty laughed. “We have some stuff to talk about. But yes, it would be less weird if you weren't a living toy. Especially if I grow you bigger!”
“Can you imagine a giant plastic toy walking around with people?” She giggled. “How silly.”
Ty burst out laughing and together they giggled for different reasons. From her simpler point of view it was more acceptable to be flesh and blood than a magical talking giant plastic dinosaur. Instead she'd just be a regular magical talking dinosaur.
“Okay.” Ty gave Paris a little pet on her crest. “Let's do this.”
“I'm so excited!” She wagged eagerly, standing. “What does flesh feel like?”
“Dunno how to describe it.” Ty laughed. “I guess you'll have to find out.”
“Sure, sure!” Paris smiled excitedly. “Of course!”
“May I pick you up?”
“Please, do...” She smiled, standing tall as Ty plucked her off the ground and carried her to his bed. He laid down on his nice soft comforter and put the little dinosaur down in front of him. She wriggled her plastic body slightly, trying to get balance.
“Okay.” Ty stared at her patiently smiling face, and urged her to change into a real parasaurolophus. Grow more realistic, gain real features, flesh, skin, bone, organs, all of it. Keep your orange color but let it become real patterning over your body. Like... creamsicle colors!
“T-Ty!” Paris moaned, falling onto all fours and starting to tremble. “I-It's...” She gasped sharply and grunted as change overtook her. The dinosaur began to grow more detailed. Her lines and marks began to deepen as she turned from plastic to skin. As he had willed, she was turning lighter under her belly. She audibly crackled, her form began to shake. She let out an inhuman totally hadrosaurian hoot, high pitched as the rest of her voice, and threw her flat beaked face back, arching her neck into an S and moaning from pleasure.
“Wow.” Ty stared.
“S-So good! So good!” She squeaked, speaking through intense pleasure Ty couldn't imagine. Her entire little body was rocking and shaking. Deep inside of her, he knew she was forming complicated structures, organs, solid bone. It didn't seem to hurt. He could hear the stretching and pulling inside of her, a sudden wet blurp alerting them both to the fact she now had a stomach. This made Paris momentarily open her eyes and blink in alarm as flesh overtook her hard plastic exterior. “That was weird.” She commented.
“You've got guts now, I think.” Ty grinned.
“Is that what that is?” She shook, voice wavering, head falling to the bed as she let out another pleased gasp. Ty caught a glimpse of the slit opening at the back of the bump under her tail. There was a tiny glisten of moisture back there. He quickly looked away in shock.
“Oh, Ty!” Paris called. “Ty! It's so good!” She gasped and gave out a final audible crackle as her features solidified and pitched forward, aching, as she collapsed to the bed panting. “S-So good...” She let out a tiny exhausted whisper.
Ty reached forward and plucked her limp and drained form off the bed and examined her. She was completely and fully a real live dinosaur. Every proportion, every curve, every bit of her leathery saurian body was completely perfect. She had wound up predominantly orange with a wash of beige and cream color under her belly. All lines, leather, and muscle. She had filled out and rounded in places, she was strong, healthy, perfect.
“Do you like it?” Paris fought her panting long enough to smile through to Ty.
“Very much.” Ty stared in awe. “You're a real live dinosaur now.”
“Is that good?” The hadrosaur panted harder. Ty realized to his horror and embarrassment that he could feel definite hot moisture slowly leaking from under the parasaur's tail. Apparently, the changes felt more than good.
“Do... do you want me to grow you now?”
“Wait a second.” Paris laid in Ty's hand and squirmed. “I'm so warm. I... I... don't know what's happening to me. I... feel really good.”
“Y-You're aroused, Paris.” Ty whispered. “Your body is turned on.”
“What does that mean?” The hadrosaur stared up at him innocently.
Ty stared in shock at the little orange dinosaur writhing in the palm of his hand and gulped. “Uh... well, you're... you're... do you feel like you need to touch yourself?”
Paris closed her eyes and concentrated, still panting, and opened them gently. Her little pupils darted. “I feel like I have to pee.” She admitted. “Uh... I might just have to go to the bathroom.”
Having knowledge of what exactly that meant for a female, Ty blushed deep red. “I think we should grow you nice and big.” Ty whispered. “It'll feel even better for you.”
“Will it?” Paris panted. The poor dinosaur was in a bad way. She couldn't stop shaking. She was tense. She was starting to grind her saurian pelvis into Ty's hand unconsciously. Apparently granting her a real working body had played into Ty's perverted nature better than he had ever hoped. She was so warm in his hand. So tiny. So at his whim.
Fuck, Ty thought, this is my only chance to undo this before it goes too far.