Since he was transformed against his will by the evil being calling itself Grant Quazy’s life has been a terribly embarrassing struggle. Before the encounter Quazy, a young eastern dragon, decided after much deliberation that he would like to become more fit. This ambition drove him to adjust his diet and to exercise regularly. These measures proved to be adequate to Quazy for some time. When the dragon felt the urge to take his exercising to ‘the next level’ he enrolled with a physical trainer at the gym nearest his home. The trainer turned out to be malicious in every sense of the word. The demonic dog Grant used his powers to transform Quazy into an impossibly muscular version of himself while also draining his intelligence a bit and increasing his libido. The dog promised to return to the dragon from time to time and Quazy, then trapped in this monstrous form, resolved to try to keep his life intact.

Quazy’s desire to lead a normal life quickly proved ill-fated. The dragon walked home in the taut muscle shirt and shorts Grant had given him and was the subject of dozens of stares and hushed mocking. His normal gait had been twisted into a constant swagger by the tremendous muscles. This combined with his conspicuous underbite, thick lower tusks, and shiny black lip made him look like a complete goon. If he were being honest he even felt like one. When the dragon reached his apartment building he was unable to fit through the door. His shoulders and legs were so thick with hardened muscle that he was forced to ease through the door sideways and even then he had to push aside his enlarged privates to fit. He then squeezed his way into his apartment and promptly masturbated as his drive to do so had grown to be unbearable even in the half-hour walk home from the gym.

Quazy remained in his apartment as much as possible for the remainder of the week with the urgent desire to avoid being seen at any cost, particularly by anyone he knows. He was forced to call in sick to work which proved to be difficult. It took some roundabout explanations to persuade his coworkers that he, with his deepened voice and new speech impediment, was indeed Quazy. He only hoped that he wouldn’t lose his job. At this point there was still a flicker of hope in Quazy’s mind that Grant would return and somehow feel a spark of mercy for him. This was a hope against hope though and every glance in the mirror was damning proof of the permanence of the curse Grant had given him. Quazy looked, and increasingly felt, stupid. Unable to summon Grant or really do anything to escape his predicament Quazy resigned himself to satiating his insane sexual drive as well as was possible. And it was quite difficult with his enlarged muscles having reduced his range of motion.

Presently Quazy is stepping out of a shower. Bathing has been troublesome for him because of his size. A messy spillage of water is unavoidable. The dragon steps heavily on the bathroom floor and reaches for his towel. He is careful to avoid the cupboard mirror as he finds his reflection foreign and disgusting. He wraps a towel around his waist and groans at the fabric’s inability to cover his privates. His enormous cock and testicles peak out from beneath the towel. After ducking under the bathroom door and his own bedroom door Quazy disrobes. He hadn’t had the forethought to buy more fitting clothes before isolating himself. As a result the only clothes in Quazy’s possession that fit his frame are the muscle shorts and tank top Grant had given him. Quazy grabs them from the bed with some difficulty in bending over. He holds the clothes up and frowns at their stains. Quazy’s swollen nipples have been giving off milk during his sexual exertions leaving two telling spots on the front of the shirt. Naturally the sweat from the many crevices of his body cling to the shirt as well lending him a rank smell. 

Quazy, feeling the tautness and heaviness of his form, groans and opens his bedroom door before squeezing into the den where he is greeted by an unexpected visitor.

“There’s my favorite client.” Says Grant. The bull-terrier sits on a stool at Quazy’s counter eating one of his bananas. After greeting the dragon Grant suggestively and slowly sticks the fruit into his mouth. He takes a bite after licking its length. The dragon stands with his heavy jaw agape. “How have you been feeling Quazy?” 

“Y-you! What are you doin’ here?” Quazy says, pointing a sausage finger at the dog. Grant stands beside the counter dressed in the same workout gear he had been wearing when Quazy last saw him. He appears perfectly fit with a compact build and an apparent yet withheld strength. Quazy had initially wanted a body like Grant’s, not the monstrously huge body in which he is permanently trapped. Grant, noticing Quazy’s anger and envy accentuates his chiseled musculature as much as possible.

“I have a job to do Quazy. I am a dedicated personal trainer and if I can says so myself I think I’m pretty good at what I do. Have you looked in a mirror?” The dog says with a devious grin. “I never let a client drop out once they come under my tutelage. Never. It’s a principal of mine.”

“Oh come on. Drop ‘da act. You ain’t a peronal trainer. What are you? Why are you doin’ ‘dis to me?” Quazy says, approaching Grant hesitantly.

“Alright dragon, you caught me. I’m not a personal trainer. I’m THE personal trainer.” Grant says, springing toward Quazy who awkwardly backs away. “All I’m doing to you is helping you reach your fitness goals. I’m here to help you become everything that you want to be, and then surpass that level.”

“All I want ‘tuh be is normal. Change me back, please. I can’t live like ‘dis, it’s disgustin’. I’m a freak.” Quazy says. He glances down at his ballooned pectorals before eyeing Grant.

“Quazy.” Grant says in a chiding tone. “I know you don’t mean that. You’re not a quitter. Now come on. It’s time for our weekly session. Are you all ready to go?” The dog throws the banana’s peel over his shoulder and it vanishes into thin air. He begins to stretch.

“No!” Quazy shouts, he backs away from Grant until he is pressed against the wall of his den. He knows that running from the dog would be pointless. In fact it could result in more brutish transfiguration. His only option is to try to reason with the creature. “H-hey wait. Wait. What do you want? Huh? Maybe we can make a deal.”

“All I want is to see you reach your potential, but you insist on wasting our time like this. Now come on big man.” Grant opens his palm toward Quazy to reveal a small, innocuous, white pill. “First, I’m going to need you to take this supplement. It’s a special blend I created myself from all-organic sources. This thing will make you huge! And there are absolutely no side-effects whatsoever.” Quazy puts up an arm as though it would keep the dog away. 

“Bigger?! Are you kiddin’ me? I can barely get aroun’ as it is. I’m not touchin’ anythin’ you make you psycho.” Quazy says angrily.

“Oh Quaz, don’t be such a pill, hneh.” Grant says, he peers into Quazy’a eyes and the dragon begins to feel a tingling sensation around his face. Suddenly two hands appear at his face, duplicates of Grant’s hands somehow. They force his mouth ajar.

“Nooouggh! Ffooopp it!” Quazy yells. The dog aims and flicks the small pill into Quazy’s mouth and then his disembodied hands clamp his muzzle shut and tilt his head back forcing him to swallow. Quazy glares around the room frantically while trying to gag up the pill, but he can already feel its effects. He feels a burning in his gut which is quickly radiating to his muscles. 

“Grroooah, damnit no.” Quazy says. His body begins to quake. Then with a dull ache Quazy’s monstrous body begins to grow even further. The changes come seemingly at random. His left leg suddenly explodes with muscle. The dragon’s scaly skin is pulled to its limit over the prohibitively massive leg. Thick and sinewy muscle. The next leg follows, again all at once. Quazy’s shorts shred immediately and fall to the floor revealing his privates which coincidentally are the next part to transform. His cock, already erect, grows to an unreal five feet in length with about two at its widest girth. The testicles grow so large that they touch the floor.

“Very nice. I see you’ve been working out this particular area very well.” Grant comments. The dragon merely grunts in reply as his neck becomes so round and thick with muscle that he can barely turn his head. Craning his neck is certainly out of the question. He looks down at Grant as his torso and chest grow. His pectorals swell and swell until they are nearly at Quazy’s eye level. And his nipples which were swollen to begin with double in both size and sensitivity. The dragon grows a taut bubble butt and his anus itself becomes swollen and sensitive to the touch. It sits fat and distended like a puckered donut hole. 

One of Quazy’s arms changes next. The shoulder and upper arm muscles are so enormous that they force the arm to stick out from the body, immovable without extreme effort on the dragon’s part. It’s at this point that he realizes he can hardly budge his legs either. Quazy’s other arm bursts into its new size leaving the dragon essentially stuck in place as a traumatized ball of hyper muscularity. Just when Quazy thinks the transformation is complete his face begins to tingle. Quazy’s lower jaw, with its pronounced underbite, doubles in size with loud cracking of bone. The dragon’s tusks grow to suit the change in size and then the dragon’s puffy lip grows to an absurd size. It sits shining in the bottom of Quazy’s periphery. His jaw is unbearably large now and sits heavily on his pectorals as the dragon’s brow becomes thicker and heavier as well making him look even more brutish. Lastly, as with the initial transformation Quazy feels a bit of his intelligence slipping away. It becomes difficult for him to focus, despite the traumatizing event he just went through.

“Duuhhhh? Ohh gawd.” Quazy says as he recovers from the changes. As feeling returns he tries to move, but finds that he can’t. His head is stuck in place, all he can see is the tips of his tusks, his big black lip, and the top of his pectorals. Though soon his erect cock comes into view as well. “Ahhhh! Grant whuddid you do? I can’ move. Rrrnng. Grant ‘uhm stuck.” His voice is far deeper than it was previously and the heaviness of his jaw has worsened his speech impediment. Sounding words is very difficult now. Quazy waves his stiff arms uselessly. He is in a standing position, but his testicles and distended asshole are so large that they keep him propped up. Grant, looking up at Quazy, claps.

“That’s how you know it’s working.” Grant says cheerfully. He approaches Quazy who struggles more frantically at his approach, but remains in place. The dog prods Quazy’s abs clinically.

“Noo noo. ‘Dis is too much. Grant please, help me.” Quazy says, trying to manipulate his rough-hewn face into a pleading expression. 

“Help you? Are you joking? You look amazing. So amazing in fact I think I’d like to join you.” Grant says. He places a hand at his waist and grabs both his shorts and shirt. In one swift motion he rips off both garments while transforming instantaneously. After the clothes are tossed aside Grant stands at nearly Quazy’s size. The dog, likely in a calculated move has kept himself at a size where he can still move, but his cartoonish musculature is similar to the dragon’s. He has given himself an enormous cock and even a huge, jiggling black lower lip. He stands grinning and flexing before the dragon. 

“Awwww yeah. This is the stuff isn’t it? Just us muscle men huh?” Grant stomps closer to Quazy with his dick bobbing into and passing out of his gaze.

“Nnnnnooo.” Quazy moans, feeling the tightness and pulsing of his form. He shouldn’t and doesn’t want to be turned on, but his over-active sex drive makes itself known. The dragon’s nipples begin to dribble small rivulets of milk. 

“Ooooh your big, dumb face is telling me ‘no,’ but your body… you’re nipples are telling me ‘yeah’.” Grant says. He approaches the dragon and takes a knee so that his massive, knob shaped nipples are at mouth-level.

“Don’ you dare you sick freak.” Quazy says, sounding dumber than ever. His words are contorted into a girlish squeal when the dog gently presses his big-lipped mouth against the dragon’s nipple and begins to suckle. He pinches the tit between his lips causing the milk to flow in spurts.

“Gaawwd, no. S-stop. ‘Dis isn’—isn’ right.” Quazy says, helpless to push the dog away. He blushes furiously while the dog moans and slurps exaggeratedly. The dog brings a meaty hand to Quazy’s other nipple and begins to pump it as well forcing the liquid to flow from both at once. Quazy is overwhelmingly horny, and he hates himself for it. Something about Grant’s muscular body pressed tightly against his turns him on in a deep and perverse way. A dumb grin forms on his big face. Grant eventually pulls away with milk left to be sucked. The cream stains his face and lip.

“Want a taste Quaz?” Grant asks, leaning on his toes toward Quazy’s face.

“No-no-no phmm?!” Grant quickly pulls Quazy into a kiss. Grant injects his roving tongue into the dragon’s mouth filling it with the taste of his own milk. The pair’s outlandishly large lips squelch against one another. Quazy tries to pull his neck away. Grant soon breaks the kiss, but takes his time rubbing his wet face on Quazy’s long tusks. And before pulling away he gently takes Quazy’s big, plump lip in his mouth and gently sucks on it while growling in pleasure. 

The dragon sits panting. Grant is heated up as well and moves quickly.		

“Well Quazy for our wrap up today we’re going to do a high-contact pair exercise.” The dog swaggers to Quazy’s backside and slaps his sinewy thigh when he passes. “I see that your rear is very sensitive, that’s good. This exercise really helps clients relieve all that uncomfortable tension and pressure. Ok Quazy don’t move, I’m just going to line up here. And heeere I come.”

Before Quazy can protest the dog presses his enormous cock against the dragon’s ass hole and then plunges it inside. The dragon growls loudly in a blasphemous pleasure. His anus is indeed very sensitive. It feels like an erogenous zone itself. Two squirts of milk splash from the dragon’s teets and he drools onto his pecs. Grant has already taken to the task of humping the dragon and is doing so with fervor. He digs his claws into Quazy’s tight butt cheeks and ruts him hard. Quazy as the immobile mountain of muscle can only accept the cock and feels its pleasure. His own dong dribbles pre and because of his thick arms he can’t even please himself.

“Who’s my -unf- fucking disgusting freak huh? So big you can’t -unf- even jerk off. You like when I suck on your tits don’t you, you big bitch?” Grant growls, betraying his true nature.

“Grant puh-puhlease stop ‘dis.” Quazy says, close to tears not just because of the ridicule, but because of the pleasure which is overwhelming. He squeezes his hammy hands, one of the few motions he can make, and moans. “I dun whanna be like dis’ anymore. Please. Sumbuddy help meeee.” Quazy’s pleas have the unintended effect of turning Grant on further. The dog licks his chops and glistening lip with wide, predatory eyes. He humps harder now than before.

“Say you like it. You want me to cum in your ass don’t you?” Grant says.

“Nnnn. N—n.” Quazy begins just as Grant pulls himself in close for a final time. With his enormous cock deep inside him the dog cums flooding the dragon’s rear. “Yyyes, unnnh. Oh gawd yeah.” Quazy groans loudly. The dog humps a few further times to ensure that he is completely depleted. Only when bits of seed drip from Quazy’s puffy hole is Grant satisfied. Quazy quivers as much as he can and pants happily. The dog finally withdraws himself and stands groping Quazy’s rear.

“Alright Quazy, very good form. Did that relieve some of the pressure for you?” Grant says, resuming his persona.

“Hunh, hunh. Fffuck you.” Quazy says angrily. “He-hey Grant do ya tink ‘dat now ‘dat you got what you wanted you could—“

“Well I’m glad to hear it buddy.” The dog spanks Quazy firmly. “Well try not to have too much fun with this hunky bod of yours. I’m sure you’ll be beating guys away with a stick. I’ll check in on you next week alright?” Grant says.

“What?! I can’ even move I—“ Quazy says before noticing the silence. “Hey Grant?! Nooooo damnit. You fuckin’ basterd.” Quazy sits struggling to move for a few minutes. As he waddles in place the shame of his intimate encounter with Grant has a chance to truly set in making the dragon feel more broken than ever. Sitting against the wall of his den as a motionless freak Quazy’s thoughts begin to wander. His new dim mind can’t even hold onto his fury toward Grant for long. Soon the dragon has only one thing on his mind. 

“Hrrrgng, Hrruuuung. Damnit Grant, you coulda’ at least got me off before you left!”