[b][u][center]Dirty Dino Dan’s Day Off For Engy By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Though the bar was closed, that meant very little when you happened to be bartender, bar owner, and brewer all at once. Dan walked down the line of spigots and taps, checking each one with a pipe cleaner and making sure that they were all clear of any obstruction or developing mold. There wasn’t much chance of that with all the alcohol that flowed through every night, but better that he be the one to find it than the health department. As he knelt under the last one, wiggling the cleaner further down the tap, his phone went off. Dan grumbled, pulling the fuzzy thing free and tossing it to the floor before rooting through his pockets and finding the beeping machine. His hand slipped three times on the caseless side before finally getting a good enough grip to get it to come loose. “What the hell is – oh.” He saw himself reflected in the screen as the phone kept beeping at him. Black hair, pale skin, and a jock-ish square face looked back at him with the words ‘Full Moon Rising’ just under it. “…Well, there goes my plans…” Dan grunted as he pushed himself to his feet, silencing his phone with a tap of his thumb. Glancing out the window, he could just make out the dead horizon through the bigger windows at the front of the bar. There was the freeway, lit beneath the moonlight, and just past that was the moon. A full moon. And well over the horizon. As soon as he saw it, he felt the familiar heat-tingle of the moonlight on his skin. He put the phone down on the bar, holding his arms in front of him as they started to heat up as if he’d just stepped out under the summer sun. Dan shook his head. “Well, I was getting low on the special stuff, anyway.” As yellow-brown scales started to push up from under his skin, he stepped on the back of one shoe and popped it off. The other followed just as his socks started stretching, the moonlight already burning through his system. [i]Better shut the blinds, at least a bit,[/i] he thought. [i]And put up the closed sign, just in case…[/i] Dan stumbled around the side of the bar, already feeling the other shifts going on under his clothes. His chest was thickening up, bigger pecs layering themselves over a fairly strong set already. His polo stretched, pulling uncomfortably under his arms as he waggled along. It didn’t help that his hips were doing the same damn thing, thickening out and making his shorts feel like they were going to pop right off him. [i]Probably are,[/i] he thought as he hop-limped along, huffing under his breath as the heat on his skin was getting down to his veins, making him sweat along his forehead and down his back. [i]Lucky I was able to get my shoes off in time. Everything else –[/i] The surge of transformative energy rushed down his arms and into his hands as he grabbed the blinds. Dan had to lean against the wall for a moment to catch his breath as his hands felt tingly, warm, sensitive. Not in pain, not at all, but suddenly getting the brunt of the transformative power. He watched as his fingers lengthened, growing out, but getting thicker at the same time. His nail grew, pushing out and curling down into sharp – but thankfully short – claws, getting pointier and pointier. He knew from experience that each one of them could have ripped right through the door, or even the wall, if he was pushed to use them. As his fingers started to even out and the thickness started spreading up his arms, balancing out his bigger hands, he pulled the string and twisted the blinds. Not much, just enough to still be able to see out through the window without letting anyone else easily see inside. It didn’t take long, but it took long enough for his shirt to split down the back. Dan groaned in relief, arching his back as his muscles spread out, thickening his shoulders, bulging out along his back and the tops of his arms. Little spines started to pop out along his back, pushing up and out through skin that was slowly turning to scales, and the tension that had come at the start of his transformation was slowly turning to something else. “Ah…that’s…mmmph…fuck, that’s it…” Dan rubbed his head, still leaning against the wall as he felt the little pleasures of the transformation start to take place. He sighed, grinding his forehead into the wall as the usual tug and twist behind his jaw began. His lips and nose started to grow out, pushing against his face and dragging it down into a proper snout, and the feeling of those shifting teeth into fangs along his tongue left him grinning, groaning. As he ran his fingers along the scales and small spines along the back of his head, he could feel the usual tingle at the base of his spine and between his legs. He forgot about almost everything else, from the swelling of his toes and the one long claw on each foot that had already ripped through his socks to the way that his muscles along his legs were growing to support his new raptor body. All that mattered was the feeling of thickness growing right under his impending tail, and – Pump. Pump. Pump. “Mmmph, there you are…” This was the part that he always loved about the monthly transformation. Sure, he got to be a raptor for the night, and that was pretty fucking cool. Sure, there were some visitors on the full moon that loved to hang out and he got to watch a few other transformations if other weres were in town, and that was hot. But the feeling of getting that big fat dino dick…that was the best part. Dan growled, the sound coming out almost as a trill as he cupped his bulge. The feeling of it already throbbing away wasn’t surprising; his shorts were pulled tight as hell around his crotch with his growing hips and the beginning of his tail. There were already rips around his hips and thighs as they got bigger and bigger, but fuck…fuck…fuck… He groped himself, feeling the throbbing down there. His balls were already making huge bulges of their own, the churning sense of need back there promising a fine crop when he got around to draining them. His cock, though – “Yeah…grow, baby…grow…” Every pulse against his newly scaly, clawed hand brought satisfaction in its wake. He growled, he thrust, and finally actively humped his hand. His tail ripped through the back of his pants, letting the muscled cheeks out, and as his pants fell – “Hehehe…that’s it…” His cock jumped out. Still vaguely humanoid, it was slowly losing that to take on a lighter, pinker color, almost like it was advertising itself. He’d never been small, but the usual seven inches had already thickened, fattened, lengthened. He had nine inches to his name now, nine inches long and curling down from the fat, dripping head. And between his legs – Dan spread them, one arm against the door to support himself as his balls [i]dropped.[/i] A low growl of pleasure escaped him as the moonlight pumped through him, growing his sac, pulling them down. So fucking heavy, so fucking virile. He fondled his sac as the other transformations across his body started wrapping up. His ears disappeared, sucked into the sides of his head and leaving nothing but earholes, and his tail pushed out further and further over his thickening rump. His body grew a little taller, a little stronger, a little broader and more powerful. But none of that mattered as much as the thick cock pushing up against his hand. God, he loved the way that it couldn’t even rise up completely due to how big and heavy it already was. Nine inches, ten, eleven, throbbing so thick and hard that it pushed his fingers apart as he thrust against his hand. He stumbled forward, his balls swaying under him and nearly dragging him forward another step before he caught himself. Dan braced himself in the middle of the bar, growling as he squeezed his cock around the base. Throb. Throb. Throb. “Yeah, go on…bigger…fucking…get bigger…” His balls forced his legs further apart, visibly churning as they grew fatter and heavier by the second. His cock reached another inch longer, then another, thirteen inches long and needing both hands to go all the way around it. Dan grinned, grinding his hips forward, slathering his hands with pre-cum and oozing it into a puddle on the floor. “That’s it…come on…get good and heavy for me…” Throb. Fourteen. Pulse. Fifteen. Twitch. Sixteen. It topped out there, but it didn’t stop throbbing, oozing, dripping all over the place. He panted for breath, shifting his legs apart, feeling the raw need that pulsed and churned in his sac. Dan reached down, fondling the heavy orbs, feeling just how far down they dropped – just above his knees – and grinned. “Heh, that’ll stock it up for the rest of the month, for sure…” The raptor shook his head as he waddled along back to the bar, savoring the feeling of his heavy erection and the swaying, rolling feeling of his heavy sac. They were just what he remembered from a month ago, but so much better to have them back again. He had to make it work as a human. Oh, it wasn’t that bad, really, but the feeling of being like this, of having that monster of a big dick between his legs, of having that huge pair of balls that never seemed to fully empty, to be scaled and clawed and powerful as could be? That was the way that he preferred to be. If he could have, he would have made himself into a raptor permanently… Well, maybe not permanently. The pleasure of the transformation was a little too good for that. But more often, at the very least. Dan chuckled, waddling toward the back – Knock, knock. “We’re closed,” he shouted toward the door. Knock, knock. “I said we’re closed.” Knock, knock. “Ugh. Hang on, hang on,” Dan said, turning around and waddling back. He paused to look through the peephole, only to end up blinking. Standing on his doorstep wasn’t a werewolf, or one of the coyotes that sometimes came back post transformation on one of their own rambles. Instead, it was a yellow dragon in a blue bathrobe. “What the hell…” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Dan is a bartender in the ass-end of nowhere, but that’s not a bad thing when you have a little secret that you gotta deal with. Tags: M/solo, Transformation, Human to Dinosaur, Raptor, Cock Growth, Ball Growth, Clothes Ripping, Enjoying It, Were-Raptor, Dripping,