The air around you is heavy with the scent of latex and power, the remnants of your merging still rippling across your shared body. Your three heads lift, gazing upon one another, their crimson eyes gleaming with pride and mutual admiration.
The massive, sleek form of your shared body is a marvel, an undeniable testament to perfection. Every inch of your scales glistens with an otherworldly sheen, the living latex flexing and shifting with your every motion. Your six legs dig into the ground, their sheer strength pressing into the earth, while your tail flicks behind you like a serpent, long and sinuous.
You are magnificent, and each head feels it.
The left head, your brother in this unity, turns toward you, its snout brushing yours in an intimate display of connection. The middle head gazes down at your shared torso, watching the way the latex shimmers and ripples, seemingly alive in its own right. The right head lets out a low, guttural growl of satisfaction, a sound that resonates through your massive chest.
Your shared mind is overwhelmed with joy, a triumphant feeling of love and unity.
The left head speaks into your shared consciousness, its voice a smooth, rumbling purr: **We are perfect.**
The right head responds, its tone darker, hungrier. **Not yet. We can become more.**
The middle head tilts slightly, its glowing crimson eyes narrowing as it considers the words. The hive mind, still a faint hum in the background, seems to stir, as though encouraging this thought.
**More,** you all agree, the word resonating through your shared thoughts.
You instinctively know how to evolve. The hive mind has granted you the means, the tools to ascend even further. You feel it within you—the ability to create, to transform. Latex, bubbling and molten, churns deep in your shared chest, a wellspring of potential waiting to be unleashed.
The left head, eager and playful, turns to the right head and lets out a low hiss. Its jaws part, revealing sharp, glistening teeth and a pulsing black glow deep in its throat. Before the right head can respond, the left unleashes a jet of latex, a thick, viscous spray that strikes the right head’s snout with a wet, audible splatter.
The sensation is immediate. The right head shudders, a low growl escaping its throat as the latex seeps into its scales, surging through its veins like liquid fire. Its body trembles, muscles rippling as the latex expands and reinforces its form.
The right head lets out a roar, its jaws opening wide to retaliate. It sprays its own jet of latex, aiming for the left head, the substance hitting with equal force. The left head moans, the sound a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction as the latex courses through it, reshaping, refining.
The middle head watches, its gaze flicking between its brothers, the sight of their mutual transformation stirring something primal. Unable to resist, it rears back and unleashes its own spray, targeting your shared torso.
The latex hits with a splatter, pooling across your chest and flowing downward in thick rivulets. The sensation is indescribable—a euphoric surge that spreads through every fiber of your being. Your body reacts instinctively, absorbing the latex, drawing it inward, letting it enhance you.
Your form begins to change.
The six legs supporting your massive body thicken, their muscles swelling as new layers of latex coat them. Your claws elongate, their edges gleaming with a razor-sharp sheen. Your tail grows longer, thicker, the spines along its length doubling in size and pulsing with an inner light.
The three heads hiss and growl, the sound mingling with the wet, squelching noises of the latex as it flows and reshapes. You feel your chest expand, your shared lungs growing more powerful, capable of holding vast reservoirs of the transformative substance.
The left head gasps as its neck thickens, the latex adding new layers of muscle and reinforcing its spine. The right head lets out a low moan as its jaws stretch wider, its teeth growing sharper, more menacing. The middle head, ever the mediator, watches with satisfaction as your shared form ascends to new heights.
Your body begins to grow, stretching upward and outward. The room around you groans under the strain of your expanding mass, the walls cracking and crumbling as your size exceeds their limits. You feel your weight increase, your body pressing into the ground with greater force.
Forty feet tall. Fifty. Your six legs tremble under the strain of your rapid growth, but the latex fortifies them, making them unyielding. Your combined weight surpasses 50,000 pounds, your massive frame an unstoppable force.
And most importantly, you all feel the warmth of your dicks as they swell... massive spears, bigger than your former draconic selves... you take a brief moment to stop blasting goo at your brothers and instead drink it directly from the tap, your ministrations illiciting soft moans from your two brothers.
The three heads then turn to one another, their glowing eyes alight with shared understanding. This is not the end.
The middle head speaks, its voice a deep, resonant growl. **Let us become unstoppable.**
The other two heads nod, their snouts brushing against each other in a display of agreement. Together, you unleash your sprays, each head targeting the other, the latex flowing in thick, endless streams.
The transformation accelerates.
Your torso expands further, growing broader and more armored, the latex forming jagged ridges along your chest and shoulders. Your wings, already massive, stretch even wider, their edges sharp and gleaming. The latex along their surfaces hardens into a near-impervious material, their span now over a hundred feet.
Your three necks grow thicker, longer, their movements sinuous and serpentine. New horns sprout from each head, curving elegantly backward, their tips sharp enough to pierce steel. Your jaws stretch wider, capable of unleashing torrents of latex with a single breath.
Your tail splits into two massive appendages, each one lined with spines that glow with an inner fire. The added weight only enhances your balance, your six legs moving with perfect synchronization.
As the transformation reaches its peak, you let out a roar—three voices blending into one, shaking the earth itself. The lab collapses around you, unable to contain your sheer size and power. You emerge from the rubble, a towering hydra of latex and dominance.
Sixty feet tall. A hundred feet long from snout to tail. Over 100,000 pounds of pure, unrelenting might.
You are perfection. You are evolution. You are unstoppable.
The three heads gaze upon one another with love and admiration, their connection unbreakable. Together, you are one. Together, you are a god.