As the models were being distributed, Neil and Trav started to talk together, pondering about what they would sculpt and which model would be offered to them. It turned out that Neil received Clay and Trav got Tom. However, they were a bit stumped as to what to sculpt from their models. None had a huge and fruitful imagination and they shot feeble propositions that they did not sense were very interesting. The instructor then said they could sculpt their models into a mythological creature or being, like a monster. They could even do it together. This seemed like a good idea. An excellent one, even. After talking about a few ideas, Neil and Trav reached a common agreement. They would make Clay into a swan-like female dragon and Tom into his baby in an egg, ready to be hatched. Clay would be a quite horny dragon, ready to mate again as soon as her egg was hatched and impatient to give her baby plenty of brothers and sisters. So that Neil was not too jealous, Tom was going to be female too. So both set to work, happy to receive any help from the instructor, as well as his advice.In the end, Clay was molded into a female dragon with webbed paws, swan wings, a long neck, indeed swan-like and a large yet lithe body. Tom had been formed into a a little dragon, with a similar body but possessing a shorter tail and second pair of feathered wings, along with clawed forelimbs. Tom had been placed into an egg, itself nestled in Clay's new very receptive and sensitive womb. The extra modelling material of Tom served to add to Clay. Clay, as a reptilian creature, had no breasts but his vulva had been made large, with plump labia. Plump, pouty vaginal lips indeed! His new womb was made extremely comfortable and most fertile, perfect for breeding and motherhood, worthy to attract all dragon mates without fail. Their work of art achieved, the instructor praised their work and took Clay, along with Tom, out of the room, offering all his pupils drinks and refreshments. Everyone laughed and talked and indulged in the delicious cocktails, unaware they contained a transformation potion of their own. The potion acted as a poetic justice of sorts. It would transform into a resembling shape they had imposed upon their model, sharing a similar fate. If they had been kind to their model, it would bless them. If they had been mean, then punishment was sure to happen. In the case of Neil and Trav, a change of sex and species was likely to occur. And indeed the effects of the magic fell swiftly upon the room.