A dragon's anus. That's all you were now. Moments ago you were a human with hopes, dreams, and aspirations. Now you were an insignificant hole on the underside of a dragon's tail.
As the dragon let you finish observing your body, he lowered his tail back down and began to go about his business. You wanted to break free. You wanted to shout. But you were completely under the dragon's control. You put all of your willpower to shouting for help, but were silent and immobile beneath the dragon's tail. And then suddenly, a force from deep within you came rushing forward. For a moment, you thought you had succeeded in calling for help. In an instant, that hope was crushed as your body opened up to let a burst of air out. An all too familiar sound echoed from your lips. "He just... he just farted out of me!" A surge of humiliation and disgust rushed through you as your senses were filled with the odor of a dragon fart.
"This can't be happening!" you thought. But that fart was only a precursor of what was now your sole function. The dragon began to walk towards a corner of his cave as a pressure once again began to build up around your body. However, this time the pressure felt different...
From your perspective under the tail, you could see the dragon digging a small hole in the ground. After he finished, he turned around and began to lower you right above the hole. Your "heart" sank. You went into a complete panic trying to do anything to stop the inevitable. But there was no stopping it. Your body began to relax and stretch out as a mass began to emerge from your lips. You could feel, smell, and taste it all in unprecedented detail. The slimy poo continued on, until it was eventually pinched off by you and fell into the hole. Even then, you weren't done, as the degrading process repeated with a second and then a third dragon poo before he finally finished.
As the dragon began to fill in the hole, you were left looking over the dragon's poop in a depressed shock. This was all you were now... a dragon's poop hole.
"Oh, one last thing." The dragon stated. "I've made sure that the magic permanently binding you to my body will keep your mind intact for the rest of my existence. Just to give you an idea of what you're in for, I'm about 200 years old. Most dragons live well into their 1000s, so I'd advise that you get used to it back there."
It didn't take much to realize that meant you were in for hundreds of thousands of poop breaks during your new lifetime. And you were just getting started...