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Man into Male Black Dragon Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV

Roderick was a worthy addition to the Alliance, but at times he acted overly naive despite his great knowledge as a mage. During his life he was on many raids to the bastions of evil in which he pursued monsters, old god crazed followers and demons. He was lucky during those encounters and always came out of them whole.

His recent mission was about to be different. His crew cleaned up a forlorn cave, which was infested with a newly discovered batch of black flight’s eggs and dragon-whelps. It was a grand discovery by itself as there was very little black dragons leftover after their troublesome past.

“Roderick, you coming…?! What are you doing with that cadaver, we have one massive drakonid left to kill!” – Yelled out Mathias the paladin. Roderick meanwhile was dissecting one of the dead whelps to make sure his research about their anatomy was correct. “Not now! Go without me, I know you’ll do great. Take all the loot, I have what values the most here!” – He said, referencing the knowledge that he valued more than anything.

Mathias rolled his eyes and ran up the old stairs into the chamber above the cave. Roderick continued to work diligently on checking all the anatomical details of the impressive creature, in the process he got himself dirty with the blood and tissue of the dragon.

Meanwhile upstairs Mathias, a druid and a warrior battled some crazed drakonid scientist. The being was insane, but its laboratory equipment were revealed to be potent weapons against the adventurers.

Naturally the beast was losing the fight, but it only made it more desperate. In one last attempt the drakonid grabbed a tough glassed potion-grenade and cast it at Mathias. He dodged the grenade, rapidly dashed towards the crazed scientist and pierced his heart. That successfully eliminated one trouble.

Unluckily the experimental grenade began to tumble down the stairs. It jumped towards crouched down Roderick. Before he was able to react the object flew at him and blew up the second it hit him. “Gaaah, it burns…! Kh-khn…” – Roderick screamed out in pain and started coughing as the strange smoke from the grenade began to envelop his form.

It seared his flesh and as it did Roderick’s human flesh began to merge with the particles of the dragon’s cadaver he dissected. Those tiny blemishes of altered tissue seemed troublesome, but Roderick didn’t expect them to begin to spread. He stared as the few black spots on his skin started to expand. Tiny resilient scales began to grow out of the discoloured flesh on Roderick’s arms.

The man started hyperventilating. “Oh lord, my flesh! It’s morphing… Fascinatin-h-ghaaah!” – Roderick exclaimed in pain as his arms began to thicken, his fingernails began to elongate and darken. The man was scared of his bizarre condition and whatever the potion-grenade combined with the dragon flesh was doing to him, but he was also captivated by the changes, despite them becoming agonising already.

Roderick slowly stood up and took of his shirt, as he expected his chest was already starting to alter. It wasn’t becoming entirely black, but instead tan on the underside, same as the scales that sprouted from it. The changing man barely took off his shirt and already noticed that his lower body was devoid of hair at this point because of the strange mutations.

With a few painful pops Roderick was forced to hunch over slightly as his spine began to thicken, elongate and practically stretch his torso. “Ghhhr… By the Light, am I actually becoming…” – Roderick panted as he started to piece the puzzles together. The twisted concoction was turning him into some kind of a draconic creature, that much was clear. Even for a mage like Roderick who valued new experiences and took the most out of dire situations it was a lot to turn into something so imposing as a dragonkin.

Roderick felt quiet crunches as his back started growing tough plated scales which would protect it. The man felt tan and black scales descend lower. No signs of being mammal were spared as Roderick’s nipples and bellybutton just disappeared, replaced by smooth, scaly hide.

The man wanted to undo his trousers, at this point being sure he’d lose them sooner or later. Unluckily his hands were altered too much by now, they were more reminiscent of paws at this point as the digits didn’t bend anything like those of a human hand. Therefore Roderick just grimaces as his hips began to widen and force his legs further apart from each other, successfully ruining his trousers in the process.

With one shaky step his trousers fell off his morphing legs completely. Roderick held hard not to blush, hoping that his group wouldn’t see him in a situation like this. A second after the man felt a pressure rise in his shoes. Before he has a chance to react he felt his lengthening, clawed toes pierce his footwear. He stared at his elongating feet sliding out of his shoes.

“Wait. Those aren’t bipedal, b-but that would mean… Gr-ugh, damnit!” – Roderick mumbled to himself, before getting invaded by a new jolt of pain in his spine which sent him down onto the ground with a thud. The man only now realised how massive he was becoming. He was growing all this time, his scaly hide was strained by the muscles building up underneath too.

The remnants of his clothing fell off him all tattered and ruined and Roderick’s draconic body was now in its natural position on the ground. A pressure began to build up above his rear. His spine was pressing against his flesh painfully, making him grunt in discomfort with each growth spurt.

Until suddenly something unlocked in it, with a few wet pops the tiny bump began to grow bigger and longer forming a stubby reptilian tail. Roderick chuckled nervously, lost in all the sensations and emotions. He was enduring a fascinating process, but he was also losing his human form which was very unsettling.

Meanwhile his tail continued to gain length. It started to sway behind Roderick and in one swift motion the powerful appendage sent the mage’s backpack flying. Roderick was starting to feel something new, a sense of pride about his altered form.

The changing mage shook his head realising that his mind was getting tainted by the new emotions. His brown hair started to detach from his scalp and fall onto the ground below in clumps. At the same time Roderick felt his tail reach its final length, but its tip still throbbed with changes. It thickened and started to sprout dark, bony spikes that formed a dangerous club.

“I- This is not right, I should rush upstairs and find a cure… But I’m turning into something magnificent… I want to endure til the end. Ughn-ngh…” – Roderick groaned as he lowered his head when he felt it begin to change further. His very core, his skull was flattening at the top and forcing his forehead to slope down giving his head a more feral shape.

His jaws were starting to throb and slowly push out, stretching the flesh in an unpleasant manner. Roderick blinked somewhat dazed as his eyes began to change from blue to bright yellow, their pupils were forcefully stretched into vertical slits. His nose was getting flattened against his forming muzzle. It dissolved fully and only two slitted nostrils were left on the short, blunt muzzle. Meanwhile his ears shrivelled up into nothingness, leaving only smooth, fleshy membranous spots which would retain his hearing.

Roderick’s body continued to gain mass, now being at least thrice of its former size. The more it grew, the more inhuman it became too as Roderick’s arms and legs were now less bendable and devoid dextrous digits. Instead his extremities were tipped with deadly, shiny claws which would surely pierce most things effortlessly.

“Ghrhhh… Mhy… Face…” – Roderick muttered in pain as he felt his visage further distort. His head was growing more massive, fit for a mythical creature. His eyes were forced to migrate slightly to the sides of his head by his forming muzzle. It slowly became completely unrecognisable and draconic in appearance. The forming muzzle broadened and extended further making the fatigued mage pant hard. Despite those major changes Roderick somehow retained voice, not really his voice anymore, but still. It was deeper, more booming and slightly growly.

Roderick stared at his scaly extremities and flexed his digits for a moment, wondering if the changes were over. Suddenly a rapid tension began to build up behind his altered shoulder blades. Bony structures formed underneath his flesh, but they began to push through it and extend in a painful manner.

The changing mage roared in pain so loud that the crew in the chamber above finally heard it. Roderick’s lengthening neck gave him more flexibility and so he was able to stare at the two lengthening appendages that began to unfurl from his back. Their bones were long and kept getting longer, muscles began to develop strong to support the forming wings. The digits of those wings started growing light orange membranes between them and at their tips sharp claws were formed.

Roderick’s eyes widened at the sight of two powerful wings on his back, which would allow him to fly rather effortlessly. They just finished growing and instinctively tucked to his sides. Now the former man was certain, he wasn’t a mere mortal anymore as he was becoming an actual black dragon. He chuckled slowly even as his teeth began to throb inside his muzzle – Grow bigger, sharper and turn into true fangs. A wicked grin formed on Roderick’s muzzle.

The black scales covered the rest of his head and the transformation was coming to an end. Roderick was now a dragon that barely fit in the big cave. Last changes were minor, but satisfying as Roderick felt the last of his puny human organs reconfigure inside of him. His testicles got pulled deeper inside of him, leaving only a slight bulge behind his manhood.

Underneath his tail his human cock was already disfigured. It was sharper at the tip and its base was hugged by a tight genital slit. There also was an apparent knot, but far more developed one than that of a common mutt. Roderick felt his shaft throb and grow bigger with each heartbeat, becoming truly worthy of a dragon. It tilted forwards a bit into a more feral position and throbbed with anticipation. Roderick wanted to put it to use, he was proud of his draconic cock as he was of the rest of his new majestic form. When he heard the footsteps of his company he got broken out of his trance, he shook his head and stared as his companions came into the cave.

Instead of their friend, a mage they saw a huge black dragon standing atop a tiny in comparison pile of human robes. The dragon seemed imposing if not straight up threatening. Especially when it began to thrash its head and roar at the group. Roderick felt his draconic head get pierced by solid, sharp spikes. His dark, developing horns made him flail his tail and hit the ground with his extremities making the cave shake. Only the group didn’t notice that, they just thought they angered the beast with their presence.

Finally with the last growth surge Roderick’s horns grew out fully and the dragon-turned mage lowered his head and sighed. “Finally…” – He coughed and braced himself on all fours. The group unsheathed their weapons and the warrior seemed eager to kill the dragon in front of them. Roderick chuckled at that, he knew far more than any of the other adventurers. He became something they could only dream of, he didn’t pity his humanity. He wasn’t able to even if he’d like to at this point, because unbeknown to him his transformation into a black dragon caused his mind to deteriorate. After all entire black dragonflight was cursed with insanity and Roderick was now a part of it. He retained his memories, personality and knowledge, but some of his character traits were altered by the transformation.

“What are you laughing at, vile beast? What did you do to the mage?! Doesn’t matter how you got here and why, we’ll end you swiftly or die trying.” – The warrior said. Roderick sighed again at his friend’s shallow thinking process. Only the druid had some sense in her as she pointed at the pile of clothes, she sensed the vile magic in the air as well. Roderick winked at her and she dropped her staff.

“It’s not possible…” – The night elf muttered as she looked into Roderick’s sharp eyes. Mathias shook the dazed druid. “What’s not possible? Did he curse you?!” – The paladin asked. “No! Can’t you see?! This dragon is Roderick…!” – The night elf druid said and pointed at the potion-grenade. “And he’s the beast because of us…” – The druid continued. Mathias’ eyes widened and his eyes almost began to well up at the loss of his best friend.

“He’s no better than all the other insane black dragons now! Can’t you see?! Since he’s nothing more than a beast now, I’mma treat him like one.” – The overzealous warrior stated and suddenly took out a drakeslayer’s spear. He was a millisecond about from throwing it and possibly killing Roderick, but in one swift motion the dragon swiped at him with its clawed hand sending him flying. The warrior hit the wall hard and the noises sounded almost as if he broke something because of the impact.

“Jasper! Are you insane?! He may still be in there, you imbecile, you could’ve killed him! There must be a way to turn him back!” – Mathias yelled at the wounded warrior. Roderick lied down and lowered his head towards the group. “You still don’t realise it? I don’t want to turn back. I’m not a mere mage anymore, I’m an actual dragon now. The fact I became such a being and not just any dragon, a black dragon. One of the few remaining.” – Roderick explained. He did so in a similar way he did prior to his transformation, his mannerisms and even gesticulations weren’t all that different even now when he was a dragon.

Mathias nodded, not really understanding his friend’s choice, but at least being happy that he retained his mind for the most part. “I don’t know what to say. This actually is our fault, we shouldn’t have let that potion tumble down here. But who knew it would be so potent. That crazy drakonid actually outdone himself.” – Mathias said. “Indeed friend. You and the druid may leave, but Jasper is staying. He will pay for his insolence…” – Roderick said and his eyes lit up with fury.

“Roderick… We are sorry for what happened to you whether you like the outcome or not. But if you’re really still you in there, prove it and don’t kill that scumbag. He’s barely able to move now and won’t ever turn on you again, we’ll make sure of it too. Just. Let him. Live.” – Mathias said out loud and clear and Roderic seemed surprised by this defiance. He closed his eyes and thought about it for a second, then sighed.

“I may have turned into a dragon, but I will never lose my mind to some feeble void curse. My mind is and forever will be my own. I’m sparing you Jasper…” – Roderick said and patted the warrior on the back making him groan in pain. Mathias and the druid night elf smiled at each other and then at Roderick.