The man decides to let a few drops of a potion on you. You are transformed into a Nessie, or rather a marine dragon. Nessie is a term employed for aquatic dragons that are at ease both in salty and fresh water environments. The sorcerer acting as an employee has decided to leave you male. He freezes you into a container and leaves you into a magical preservative in a test-tube. You are unaware of this. You just feel yourself swimming in a deep, deep slumber without dreams. A few days later, the man inserts the foetus that is yourself into the womb of a female dragon while she is sleeping. He fed her and then sedated her, which allowed him to work without fear of her teeth and powerful paddles. These animals are very smart but like any creature, being inserted with something inside their private anatomy without their consent does not put them in a good mood. Neither do humans, for that matter. So he inserts you deep into your new safe home for the next year and leaves, patting the large animal. He feels satisfied. He saved your life and thanks to you the zoo population of Nessies will grow. In time, because you have a lot of developing to do. Your embryo will form a shell in a few months and your new mother will lay your egg, tending it with the utmost care for another three months. So in a little more than a year, you will hatch. In the meantime, you dimly realize where you are. It's warm and moist and elastic. No, not elastic... Fleshy. Yes, fleshy. You try to gather with difficulty your last memories. You were being regressed into a foetus after not minding the rules of the Fountain Of Youth. You were sure you were done for and then you heard someone approaching. Afterwards... Nothing. As if you had fallen asleep. You just recall lights and sounds and movements. And now, you are here. A little ball in a world that is fleshy and much too big for you. You were a foetus before, so... So you were inserted into a woman! But the sounds you hear faintly don't resemble the noises a pregnant woman would be around. You hear whistles, or hums or clicks. So where are you? And you cannot move! But your worries dissolve into the deep sleep demanded by your body.
Over the next few months, you wake up to your human consciousness only once in a while. You notice the changes upon your anatomy. You have a tail. You have odd forelimbs that resemble flippers with claws. With relief, your clumsy claws discover the bulge between your hind-legs. You're still a boy, whatever you are. What a relief! You hear the hums and sounds like splashes. Your new mother must live by the sea. But even the fleshy environment is altering itself. The fleshy sac you had discovered kept you from exploring the womb freely, however feebly and clumsily you could achieve it, ids hardening. It's becoming solid, to the pint that it imprisons you there. You panic a bit at that. What sort of body does this? You're not carried around by a human, that much is certain. You come to understand it is an egg. Your new mother lays eggs! There is nothing to be done than return to sleep. You do wake up when you sense movement. You're being pushed downwards. Regularly. By jolts. You can hear moans and grunts that seem far away. They intensify each time the force pushes you down a bit. Oh! It must mean you'll be born soon. Hooray! The idea of being laid by another creature than the mother you had as a human is quite frankly disquieting and a bit disgusting but if it means you can see the light of day again, it's worth it. Only a bad moment to live through. So you encourage your oviparous mother at each push. And then the pressure is completely gone and you feel a tiny shock that rattles the egg. Good! You're out of he womb! You can get out for good out of this shell, now. But you move and push with all your might, the shell is too thick. You are too weak. Will you die in there? Are you just too feeble? Really? Yet feeling yourself you do not seem fully formed either. Oh. You miscalculated. The egg is laid but it'll be some time before you can hatch. You're inside an egg just laid, not a live birth like any mammal. So you have to wait yet again. At least you can hear a lot better now. You hear the moans, the splashes of water and the noises your species make. You must be more than several. A family group, probably. Will you have siblings? Will your mother be nice? To be sure, you are warm snd you feel safe. Often, you can distinguish little sounds and even a heartbeat, a big one, next to your egg. You mother is keeping you close sand you cannot help but feel unconditional love developing from such a good, kind mother. That means she'll be a great mother. You can't wait to meet her! She'll be the best mommy ever! As the sensation of being loved and the desire to see, hear and feel the closeness of your mother increases, your human thoughts start to disappear. Whether they shall vanish for food, remain or come back ins unknown. It depends upon all transformations and there's so much the transformation formulas can do for the mind. Their prime objective is the body, after all. So you go back to sleep, nonetheless less and less frequently. Soon you shall be strong enough to crack the egg. You merely need to be a bit more patient.
Finally, the day arrives where you know you can do it. You are energetic enough to pierce that shell that has become much too tight, a real prison. So you use your nose, or rather your snout, to press against it and pierce it. Your tiny fangs help in that task too. You can feel Mommy uttering grunts of encouragement. And you so very badly want to meet her! She's going to be the best mommy ever and you want to feel her love and warmth engulf you. You want to feel her embrace. She'll teach you to hunt, fish and swim. You want to see what she looks like and what her smell is. She gave so much effort to bring you into this world, you want to be the best little son ever! So first, you have to break free of your egg. And finally, it cracks. Your snout feels air. Actual air. There really IS an outside. The light is blinding but you continue cracking the egg, fully emerging your head and one clawed flipper. You can feel ground beneath you. Soft and gritty. Hay and sand. And then you see her. Another snout. Much bigger than yours but it opens to give you a huge lick. A kiss! Your first kiss from mommy! You squeal in pleasure and she nuzzles you. She loves you! What a reassurance! You nuzzle her too and she helps you get out of the rest of your eggshell, now useless. You are exhausted but happy. She lies beside you and comforts you. You fall asleep, impatient to see what she can show you of the world, trusting her as much as she adores you. You both are oblivious to the man observing you from afar, happy to see the insemination worked very well and that you are in good health, ready to live with the other marine dragons at the zoo.