"Arr mateys," Mike says in a theatrically loud voice while crossing the room toward his computer, "time to change our mate San into somethin' a li'l more exotic I reckon." His pirate accent rolls off his tongue naturally like he's been talking like this all his life. His long, lupine steps, coupled with his swashbuckling attitude, gives him an air of flamboyant grace. Sam chokes on his beer at this sudden announcement, coughing loudly. "Wait...wh--" but his words are cut off when Mike hits ‘enter’ on the Chronivac.
The room starts to glow with an unearthly light focusing on Sam, causing Ted and Jeff to shield their eyes momentarily. When they manage to look back at Sam, he is enveloped in a strange shimmering light. The transformation begins upfront with Sam's skin gradually changing, hardening and darkening into a thick reddish-yellow hide adorned intermittently with dorsal spines. Muscular chest and abdominal area redefine themselves into a robust dragon anatomy. His legs twist and thicken, powerful muscles visible even under the scales while his toes elongate to form majestic dragon claws gleaming lethal in the light. Feeling his body morph about him sends thrilling shivers down Sam’s core—each shift of muscle mass from one part of his body to another is incredibly arousing on a primal level that words can’t adequately capture. As Sam closes his eyes to concentrate on the sheer ecstasy of it all, two leathery wings start unfurling from his back. Another gasp rips through him as his torso finishes its transformation with an especially pleasurable final lurch. His spine crackles as it contorts—lengthening and broadening into a reptilian tail that easily extends to nine feet and ends with a spectacular spread of spines. Sam bucks as tremors run through him with tail and wings sprouting. His face appears last on the scene, pushed out into a long dragon snout complete with sharp-as-dagger dragon fangs while gleaming golden eyes blink back at them all. Oddly enough, as massive as he's now, Sam still stands upright like a creature more humanoid than draconic in appearance. Standing at a staggering 250cm height, he now looms over everybody in the room. Sam looks down at his transformed body, naked under the living room lights, but to their collective relief, his privates are carefully concealed by layers of thick skin and scales that form a protective sheath.
Mike chuckles looking up at his friend. “Arr matey… ye turned out to be a fiery one!” The enthusiasm in Mike’s eyes sparkles at a new high raking over Sam’s transformed features as he swaggers up to him. Ted squints from the corner of his eyes at the impressive dragon standing tall in their midst—hardly able to mask his amazed expression beneath his cowboy slang, "Well, I'll be damned... You're a freakin' dragon!" Sam meets Ted's gaze but his wordless chuckle comes out as a puff of smoke escaping from his snout. He brings a clawed hand up to his mouth in surprise. "Whoa, that felt… strangely satisfying.” His voice has taken on a deep guttural note befitting his dragon form and there's a trace of rumbling growl behind everything he utters.