Mark took a deep breath and waited for the vials to take effect, trying his best to ignore the distressing creaking from his growing, draconic body. It was so animalistic now, quadripedal, massive wings, his neck was long and flexible and his lengthening maw full of sharpening teeth. He coughed, the noise hoarse and animalistic as his vocal chords thickened, the skin of his neck sagging into a reptilian waddle. Additional spines pressed out from behind his jaw and the crown of his head, lining his skull to terrifying effect. The floor creaked as ominously as muscles and fat piled onto his body magically.
What did the other potion do? Had he drank enough? He was still an animal! He looked around the apartment trying to find any place to hide as the doorknob jiggled. Chloe would be inside any second! But his body was far too massive to hide anywhere at this point. He took a step forward, his massive front paw crunching down on his coffee table. "Damn it! That was a deal at Goodwill." The door opened, revealing a shocked and exceedingly confused Chloe on the other side. She was too shocked to scream, Mark took the moment to try and explain: "Ch-" hack, "Ch- Lo- Eee" His tongue was thick in his mouth, his words awkward and forced with an animal's throat: "It's... M-ack!" His voice shook at the end as a shock rattled through his bones, settling in and making him once again feel the tingling of change.
His hips creaked as dangerously as the floor, swinging his large head around he could see his haunches widen quickly. His flanks thickened with fat and muscle and he had to widen his stance to compansate. Mark's wings flexed in agitation, unable to stretch out fully in the extremely cramped apartment, they began to migrate downwards. He fell forward onto his barrel of a chest, his front legs weakening and merging backwards with his wings. Mark's discomfort was apparent as the bones slid together, while the process was mostly painless it felt extremely... weird.
Chloe was dumbstruck, she'd come over to study with Mark and when she'd found the door unlocked she thought she could just enter but of all the things she was expecting... a full on actual dragon sitting on the other side was not it. Her brain certainly hadn't been prepared but she prided herself on her ability to adapt quickly. It seemed non-violent which was a surprise and while Chloe had no ability to read reptilian facial expressions it seemed... embarassed? Awkward? On an impulse she stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Hey now, hey there I'm not a baddie let's just stay quiet huh?" She said soothingly, the dragon flexing and contorting awkwardly. Chloe's brain was shouting at how stupid and dangerous this was but it was a dragon!! A seemingly safe dragon that as she was thinking was quickly going from a 6-limbed to a 4-limbed dragon... in an incredibly distressing manner.
Mark shuddered at the alien feeling of his limbs combining, his body settling as his forlimbs were replaced with his wings. Any ability to grab or manipulate was gone, replaced instead with thick-muscled limbs with wide wings. His 'hands' were replaced with an awkward but thick-skinned wrist joint for walking, his fingers extending outward as his wings. He breathed a deep, rumbling sigh of relief seeing Chloe step in calmly, though the sensation of change hadn't diminished yet. The itching, sparkling feeling of magic descended into his hips again; while he had done his best not to pay attention to what was happening between his legs, what had been a human like vagina in his anthro form had changed into a plump bestial ring of scaled skin. His cloaca, for that is absolutely what it was now, tingled with change as it loosened slightly in preparation. The tingle centered deep within his organs, his stomach rumbling ominously as Mark began to feel bloated and lethargic. He once again swung his wide head around, eyes wide in shock, as his thin stomach started to press outward. Chloe could do nothing but watch in awe as the magnificent beast before her shifted and contorted, quickly growing hefty and gravid. If Mark could blush, his reptilian scaled cheeks would be crimson. He was a gravid female dragon, an actual animal, surprisingly light for his size, yet still on the verge of buckling in his apartment's floor from sheer weight alone. He had to weigh upwards of a thousand pounds at this point, he felt massive and his stomach was rumbling loudly as it swelled outwards further.