"Draconic Mistake" - Wyvern Transformation (Patreon)

Man into Male Wyvern Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV | Painful

Rhon never believed he’d be able to acquire the mythical flask, but he finally managed to. It was his goal for as long as he was able to remember. And there was only one simple reason why it was the case with exactly that item – It was magical. Many things were, good or bad, but this potion was ought to turn the person who drank it into an actual dragon. Most people would fall in love with the idea.

The man didn’t want to waste anymore time as he researched the hell out of this item for years. He knew of the possible consequences and all that came with becoming a dragon and he accepted them. He wanted to try out the potion as fast as possible, having spent the last years on research he didn’t want to waste anymore time in his life.

One day he came out of his hut, knowing that he wouldn’t come back to it, at least not as himself. Based on his research he’d retain his mind after the transformation, but there were a few instincts he’d gain with his new body. For example how to fly or move on all fours, which was naturally helpful. It was still alien to think about it, he’d never walk on all fours again and some people may be his enemies at first sight. Rhon himself didn’t have a specific plan of what he’d do in his new body, though he had a few basic ideas. Instead of being arrogant and sleeping on a hoard of stolen gold he would help humans fight off monsters and solve their problems. Renown that would come with it was a solid reward.

Rhon approached a secluded forest clearing and decided he’d change his life right there. “Alright. I’ve wasted enough time on searching for this, it’s time to try this potion…” – Rhon said to himself as he looked around carefully to make sure he wasn’t followed. He then proceeded to drink the entire potion. He knew that if he would leave some in the flask, his transformation would be temporary. And there was no other thing he wanted more in his life than to turn into an actual dragon and use his new body for heroic deeds.

The potion tasted like some kind of herbal liquor. Which positively surprised Rhon at first, but became nauseating with the last gulps of it – It was too sweet too. Rhon shrugged, knowing he had to endure such tiny unpleasantries. The man finished emptying the flask and so after he made sure of it he threw it against the nearby tree shattering the evidence into thousand glittering pieces.

Rhon stood there bracing himself, for a moment not feeling anything strange, but that began to change gradually – His body began to shift slowly, he felt his skin start to itch. “Oh shit! I forgot, I should have undressed.” – He muttered as he leaned against some tree and pulled off his shoes one by one, then his socks and… That was all he managed to do as he was suddenly forced to bend over in pain. “Agh! It's starting a-alright.” – Rhon groaned in discomfort as he felt his vertebrae swell and get more pronounced on his back, slowly providing him with a more feral stance.

Rhon managed to take off his vest, but then his hands began to cramp. He winced and looked down at them, his fingers were twitching strangely and slowly beginning to lengthen. He stared at the changes amazed, knowing that he would soon gain draconic paws. Except instead of stopping their growth, his digits continued to elongate past what was deemed standard digit length of dragons. “Huh…? Why are they still g-ghraaah!” – Rhon yelped in pain as he felt what used to be his fingers start to change angles on his morphing hands. Between his long digits a membrane started forming and connecting all of them together. The man’s thumbs became useless and almost unmovable, unlike his other digits they didn’t elongate much at all. All of his fingernails started to darken and grow out into claws, but that didn’t reassure Rhon – Something was very wrong, dragons didn’t have such long digits, nor membranes connecting them.

“Oh no! Nonono… This can’t be it!” – Rhon muttered feeling his digits continue to lengthen and twist, his membranes covering more space between them and his arms slowly gaining the shape of strong wings. Rhon walked towards the tree he cast the flask at and he found the paper label from it. Rhon gasped as his feet started crunching and he was forced down onto all fours, but that helped him see the text on the label better. Only now the man realised that the potion didn’t guarantee turning the user into a dragon, but a draconic creature – Drakes, wyrms and… Wyverns were in the possibility poll.

Rhon was both furious and disappointed as he would be stuck as a wyvern for the rest of his life after this overly long and painful transformation. He stared at his mishappen arms supporting his weight on the ground and he realised that they already ceased to be his arms. They were bulging with additional muscles, bending unpleasantly and almost fully turned into a pair of strong wyvern’s wings. Meanwhile the man’s feet were elongating and twisting into more reptilian shapes. His toenails started to blacken and jut out into sharp claws.

Only now did Rhon realise that his body lacked one major thing that all draconic creatures had – Scales. As if on cue his itching skin began to dry up and change hue to black, except for his wing membranes and underbelly which slowly gained blue hues. In addition to that his skin began to crackle and change texture into mosaic of tiny glossy shields – His forming scales. His body began to expel all of his body hair as it was getting rapidly covered in resilient scaly hide. Rhon expected those changes, but it still felt strange for him to just watch the hair from his scalp detach and fly away never to be seen again.

Rhon closed his eyes when he felt them start to sting and change. Their colour gradually changed to azure blue and his pupils started to stretch into vertical, reptilian slits. When his eyes fluttered open his vision was keener and a bit similar to that of a hawk for example. Inside his mouth Rhon felt all of his omnivorous teeth begin to swell and grow out into wicked fangs, which painfully stretched his gums and jaw as they were still mainly human in shape.

Rhon felt his legs continue to ache and bend into a more digitigrade stance. His limbs were becoming stronger and his trousers were getting strained with his own thickening flesh. That is until his trousers began to split in places, holes began to grow across them until the clothing wasn’t able to take it anymore and fallen off the man in few pieces revealing powerful draconic legs to the world. For the first time since the beginning of his transformation Rhon felt like it wasn’t all bad. He meant to change into a dragon, not a wyvern, but when he felt the sheer strength of his limbs – He minded it less.

Rhon grunted as he felt his spine continue to reconfigure his back, which was becoming more flexible and longer, almost serpent-like. It was illusionary as some of those feeling actually came from his tailbone which began to push out and drag the man’s flesh into a conical shape forming above his rear. “Yes! That’s a feature all draconic creatures have, hah!” – Rhon exclaimed, despite the discomfort of his elongating tail which started to sway sideways as necessary muscles formed in it. His tail continued to lengthen and crunch until it was as long as the rest of his body, then it grew some more and stopped. Rhon felt his new appendage sweep the grass behind him and occasionally slam against the trees – He loved the sensations of having his own tail, especially since it was relatively easy to control and very elastic so to say.

Rhon struggled to breathe as his chest began to crack and expand outwards into a more barrel-like shape. His lungs altered inside and necessary organs formed to allow him to breathe some kind of dangerous fire. The growth of his ribcage affected his remaining human clothing, which started to cause tearing noises. Within the next seconds the entirety of his shirt tore off his frame and fallen onto the ground leaving him completely naked. Rhon knew that would be the case, he would end up naked, but it still felt strange to him to be so exposed and not even have body hair. Although he did have black and light blue scales covering the entirety of his body at this point which provided some comfort.

Rhon felt his ears begin to melt down and shrink. He was still able to hear well, but now thanks to the ear-holes hidden between his dark scales as his earlobes disappeared completely. Rhon gasped as he felt something he didn’t expect – Pleasure radiating from his groin. The man’s neck started to elongate and become more flexible, which allowed him to crane it down and take a peek at his manhood.

What he saw paralysed him in place. His cock was reddening and tilting upwards, sharpening at the tip to gain more bestial if not purely mythical form. Rhon could swore that his cock was growing bigger and tiny spikes were forming on its contours. He shivered at the sight, his manhood was becoming as intimidating as the rest of his body. His foreskin started to recede until it was gone completely. A suction appeared at the cock’s base as a genital slit began to form. A tight sensation of clasping at the base of his cock formed as the genital slit fully formed. When Rhon’s altered cock would get limp it’d slide inside until needed. Rhon wanted to touch his equipment, but then he realised that it wasn’t worth a try, since his hands turned into wings.

Besides, the changes to his groin weren’t done. Rhon’s ballsack was already covered in smooth and rather soft glossy scales, but the wrinkly skin was still apparent for a short moment. Rhon moaned as he felt his testicles being tugged at. He practically saw them get pulled higher up in his scrotum, pulled closer together until with wet plops his testicles migrated inside of him and rearranged into a more reptilian setup. His empty, scaly scrotum began to pull up and smoothen, until it was practically gone from sight as his testicles were now internal.

Rhon shrugged and since he was already stuck as a wyvern, he thought he might as well enjoy it. He craned down his elongating neck further until his thinning down lips met the tapered tip of his cock. The man growled in pleasure as he opened his maw and slowly started to slide it onto his cock. His tongue began to lengthen and Rhon took advantage of that, by licking his tip clean of any precum there was. His warm and narrow at the tip tongue caressed his draconic cock and made him moan in pleasure as his groin began to heat up with arousal.

Meanwhile the man’s skull began to crack and alter. His cranium began to flatten and squeeze his brain into a smaller shape, his forehead sloped down. Several pains made Rhon grunt in discomfort, when his many dark and sharp horns began to push out of his skull. Strangely it almost felt like a massage once they pushed out and grew into their final shapes – Everything felt right. Especially what was to come next. Rhon’s jaws started to throb and push out, his face gained a snout which absorbed his nose and left only narrow nostrils on it. His muzzle pushed further as it fully formed and was now able to contain his entire shaft inside its length. Rhon felt more fangs grow out of his gums, but they were no obstacles in his task as he continued to suck himself off.

He realised that being a wyvern wasn’t bad at all, it differed from what he expected, but he was ready to embrace it. With a few more pushed of his head his muzzle enveloped his entire length. Rhon thrusted his hips a few times to help himself and with that he finally crossed the edge. “Ghraaaa-whn…!” – He moaned in bestial display as he came inside his own draconic mouth, thick ropes of cum filled it rapidly as his massive erection pulsated inside it and filled it to the brim. Rhon let go of his cock, webs of mixed saliva and cum connected his gaping maw with his groin as the new wyvern panted there fulfilled. With one more look down at himself – His strong wings, prehensile tail and impressive draconic shaft Rhon let out a triumphant roar that scared the birds out of the trees nearby. Rhon embraced his new draconic form after all…