The two of you stand in the ruined lab, colossal figures of gleaming black latex, the air between you crackling with tension. The dragon, your master and maker, towers before you, his crimson eyes narrowed with a mix of approval and curiosity. He seems to appraise you anew, as though weighing possibilities you cannot yet fathom.
For a moment, you both remain still, wings tucked, tails swaying in slow, calculated motions. Then he speaks, his deep, resonant voice vibrating through your mind like thunder.
**Why settle for two... when there could be one?**
The question hangs in the air, heavy with implication. Your crimson eyes meet his, and the idea unfurls in your thoughts like the latex itself—slow, deliberate, and utterly consuming.
The hive mind hums with delight, the whispers a symphony of encouragement. This is what it wants. What it has always wanted.
**Together,** his voice continues, smoother now, seductive. **We could be unstoppable. A single entity. A god among mortals.**
The thought sends a ripple of excitement through your massive form, the latex tingling as though in agreement. You shift your stance, claws digging into the floor as you process his words. It’s not a command—he’s offering. Asking. But deep down, you know this is inevitable. You feel it in the way the hive mind exults, in the way your body seems to vibrate with anticipation.
You nod slowly, a growl rumbling in your chest. You don’t need words; the gesture is enough.
The dragon steps closer, his immense form radiating power and heat. You do the same, your towering body moving with a grace that belies your size. The space between you diminishes until you’re nearly touching, your snouts inches apart, your glowing eyes locked.
**Then let us begin,** he murmurs.
His taloned hand reaches out, pressing against your chest. The latex surges at his touch, rippling outward like liquid fire. You mirror the action, your claws resting against his broad, obsidian chest. The moment your hand connects, the transformation begins.
The latex between you comes alive, flowing and merging, binding you together at the point of contact. The sensation is indescribable—pleasure, power, and unity all at once. The hive mind surges with approval, its whispers a deafening roar as your bodies begin to fuse.
Your chest expands, your scales flowing into his like molten metal. The ridges of your forms meld together, your shapes blending seamlessly. You feel your ribs shifting, widening, accommodating the growing mass of your shared torso. The pleasure is overwhelming, driving you to your knees—or what remains of them—as the latex consumes your lower halves.
Your legs twist and stretch, reshaping into something greater. The muscles thicken, the latex reinforcing them as they multiply. Four legs become six, powerful and sinuous, each clawed foot digging into the ground as you grow. Your tails merge into one massive appendage, its length extending far behind you, lined with jagged spines that pulse with power.
Your wings, already immense, fuse together at the base, the combined span stretching impossibly wide. The room feels too small now, your shared form pressing against the walls as you grow. The transformation forces you upward, your necks elongating as your heads separate into two distinct, draconic snouts.
But it doesn’t stop there.
The hive mind whispers louder, urging you further. Why stop at two heads when you could have more?
A third head begins to sprout from the base of your shared necks, the latex swirling and coalescing into a new, perfect form. The sensation is euphoric, every new addition a gift, a reward for your surrender.
Your combined body stretches higher, broader, every muscle reinforced by the living latex that binds you. You tower at nearly thirty feet tall now, your weight surpassing 15,000 pounds of sheer, unrelenting strength. Your six legs support the massive frame effortlessly, their claws carving into the floor with every step.
The hive mind exults, its whispers blending into a single, harmonious chorus. You are its ultimate creation.
The heads move independently, each one adorned with gleaming black horns that curve like crescents. Crimson eyes burn with intelligence and malice, their gaze piercing the shadows. The wings, massive and bat-like, stretch nearly sixty feet across, their edges sharp and shimmering.
You let out a roar, three voices blending into one, the sound shaking the very foundation of the lab. Your shared mind hums with satisfaction, the boundaries between you and the dragon dissolved completely. You are not two beings anymore. You are one.
A hydra. A god.
The hive mind is quiet now, its purpose fulfilled. You stand in the ruins of the lab, your three heads surveying your creation, your tails lashing with barely contained energy.
This world will bow before you and your brother heads. All will submit!