It's not a dream!

I'm no hero. I don't try to hone my skills like others, trying to follow a path that others have followed.

 

"A lush green forest with purple and blue glowing orbs." I had no intention to say those words, they simply spilled out of my mouth. Around me is a small grove, a place I do not fully recognize. Standing a distance in front of me is Ysera, the dreamer.

 

At this point I could imagine up any surroundings and I would be happy. In the center of a town or on the tip top of a castle tower or even a warm room. Pillows are quite cozy; warm covers are too. I could probably fool myself into believing the illusion too, but I'm not one to lie, especially to myself. The one thing I will never do.

 

As disheveled as my mind may be, I will always remain honest."I like the rain." Again the words are supposed to be thoughts. Ysera seems a little confused. Moments later and cool droplets begin to descend upon me. "Hello." I wave to her and continue towards her, shadows lapping at my ankles.

 

I'm often asked what I profess in; groups want to know how I can help them. It's hard to find a response when I know a conflagration of spells and abilities. I kind of like it that way, even if it makes me a lot weaker than others.

 

"Hello." She replies back, her eyes drooping slightly. I stare at her and I know I'm quite obvious. Strangely enough she doesn't seem to care.

 

There's a bench behind her...no wait...she's sitting on a bench. Yes; relaxing. There's a lot of heroes around, talking to her, that's why she isn't bothered. Emerald hair adorns soft purple hued skin I'm really quite attracted to her. I'm not nearly as pretty as her...I think. My hair is bluish white, or maybe it's blue with white highlights? White with blue highlights?

 

There's a moonwell nearby; I like moonwells. "Was there something I could help you with? Are you looking for something to do?"

 

Oh, I'm Ama'lissa! "Wait, I meant to say that." I blink several times, she does the same, clearly puzzled. "I'm Ama'lissa." The words come out right this time. I bow to her and she nods to me, a yawn following after. "I'm not really very strong I doubt I could handle any task you could offer. I came to see you." Wait, did I say there were heroes around? No one's around so maybe I got that detail wrong.

 

She leans forward just a bit. "Came to see me? Do you have an important message?" There's a very tall roof overhead and a wide open patio just beyond. The night is lit up by calm motes of magic. I did mention the magical posts; they sit about the entrance and exits. It's dim because the lights are somewhat further away. I know because Ysera's wonderful eyes are entirely evident!

 

"No." Where are her cohorts? I thought there were others here. We're alone. "I've never seen you before. I admire you." I'm very forward with her. Sometimes I am exceptionally shy.

 

"I see." She closes her eyes. Perhaps she fell asleep? That shy part of me shows itself. I feel nervous and anxious; I fiddle with my gloves and then with my top. I have an enchanted scale of hers I wanted to show her. It's very special.

 

I never forget where I am.

 

Yes I do.

 

I never forget what I want.

 

"Would it be too much to ask if you would transform into a dragon for me?" I smile. Good thing she is sleepy or she could see my horrifying, twisted smile.

 

I don't smile.

 

Yes I do.

 

Ysera has a silly plate bikini. It's impractical, but I care little. I just stare at her breasts; I wanna squeeze them. "Well?" She suddenly asks. I missed something she said. No wait, I didn't. She asked why.

 

"I wanted to see the process. It intrigues me." I reply. Or did I think that? I can see my own breasts when I look down! They are humble, but plump enough to lose an amulet between.

 

"I suppose I could." Ah, she did hear me. She stands up.

 

...

 

Oh, right! I take out the scale from before; it stays dipped in my pocket. I make sure to conceal it as Ysera begins her transformation. An aura of emerald begins to emanate from her.

 

A few scales start to form around her shoulders and neck. I feel excited. There are more starting to appear around the edges of her metallic bikini and a pair of fair sized horns grow out of her head. The transformation ends abruptly as Ysera seems troubled. "She breathes heavy." She looks at me. Why does she seem worried?

 

Ysera grits her teeth, still only partly through her transformation. When did she get wings? They're really big. "I don't feel right...what did you do?" Her inquisition is stupid. I didn't do anything.

 

Ysera's mouth opens and she groans. Now I can see something that makes me really happy. Those perky, remarkable breasts of hers are growing!

 

I can feel a strange rush. My senses are starting to come alive. I watch as they grow, Ysera groaning more as she stumbles backward onto the bench. Her clothing was designed to transform with her. This easily explains why in it's weakened state it pops off, her still growing melons being covered by a soft fabric, strapless bra.

 

I gaze upon her supple breasts as her nipples become prominent. Now I can sense that my evil smile had never left. I can feel coherence flood my mind as Ysera's hips widen; her butt and thighs quickly accompany her hips, their size removing the weakened plate panties. Cloth pants and soft undergarments cover her.

 

My normally scattered thoughts come together, more solid than a brick wall. I recognize what is happening as her body continues to grow in size. Much earlier I had stolen one of her scales. I then enchanted the scale with some of the magic I had learned from mages with a special spell; the spell is designed to make Ysera even sexier.

 

My smile softens to straight as I have no intention of hurting the woman of my dreams. Her breasts continue to swell, now the size of juicy watermelons; her top continues to stretch, flesh slipping out from under and over. Her panties start to show as her lower half expands gradually out of her cloth pants. Tears form here and there exposing her thighs.

 

The reason I'm considered weak is because I do not specialize in any known path. I'd rather not become a mage, warlock or shadow priest. I find myself favoring aspects of all of them. I lift my hands and send forth shadow magic. It dips into her mind; her mind resists any attempt at control. Fortunately I am not here to control her. The shadows permeate her flesh and deepen their hold on her mind. They drive deeper until they find the portion of her mind that controls pleasure.

 

A simple notion to make one happy as one is so eager to be happy.

 

Her consciousness accepts the influence. Her groans transform into moans of joy. Perfect timing as her pants tear apart at the seams revealing a stressed pair of panties to cover her. It is not long before the woman's breasts are too big to measure. Her top simply explodes off and I easily get a full view of her exposed chest. For me it is a moment of glory that I will never forget.

 

 Ysera's entire body begins to grow. It seems as though her acceptance has triggered the growth since her panties do not pop off and neither do her gauntlets or boots. She reaches up and grabs her breasts, their relative size stays the same as the bench she was sitting on crumbles. She fiddles with her nipples momentarily before her hands return to the ground.

 

As much as I would like to see the flush on my face in a mirror, I am far too busy pleasuring her and keeping everything quite clean. I do manage to juggle the tasks quite well and I enjoy the lucidity that I am experiencing. Her own red hot face and cries of intense satisfaction drown out any splintered thoughts.

 

Before long Ysera's growth slows to a stop and she slumps to one side as she tries to catch her breath. She is really quite large, about double or more my size in height. I walk up to her magnificent breasts and grapple with them. My reward for planning. Her breasts are very squishy and soft, plenty enjoyable just to play with it.

 

"Sorry, but it was too hard to resist! I really do apologize and I wish there was a way that I could repay you for such a...violation..."

 

"I wouldn't say that...there is a way for you to do so." Her response is unexpected. I feel her large hands on my shoulders as I am pushed back slightly. I stumble onto my rear and look up at her; my eyes meet with the pleased face of my favorite female dragon in disguise. She points a finger at me and I feel an itchy sensation on my neck and around my shoulders and thighs. I look at my exposed shoulder and see just a few scales. A jolt jumps through me and without warning a pair of wings burst forth from my back. Horns follow shortly after, filling the space between my ears and the top of my head.

 

Suddenly I can feel a tickle in my chest. At this point I'm smart enough to deduce what's going to happen. My own paltry bosom quickly balloons forward. The leather straps holding my top on strain heavily as peach colored flesh overflows. The feeling of her magic surging through me quickly makes me wobble back and forth. It's hard to choose how I want to react. Instead my body chooses for me, a half choked moan jumping forth from parted lips. Promptly afterward I feel my lower half expanding in a very similar fashion to the way I had hers.

 

The feeling of it all is amazing! I jump forward to my hands and up onto my knees, flapping my new wings. I look down and relish the view; my top whines for a bit as the straps pop off before finally the seams come apart and only my bra covers my top. Unlike Ysera, I was wearing a skirt. I say was because my expanding lower half quickly dealt with it. Shreds of the robe along with long crystals that had been hanging from it lie just underneath of me. My ever expanding lower half is only covered by panties and a pair of thigh high stockings.

 

I can feel a familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach; a knot forms, twisting and tightening. I moan loudly, unafraid of anyone hearing me. "Ysera!" I cry out her name even though she did no such thing for me. My rationality begins to fade, but is not replaced by incessant stupidity, but rather it is filled with desire. I close my eyes tight, the feel of my ever inflating breasts and curvature making that tangle between my thighs tighter. I start to cry out loudly as the sensation of my bra leaves and I can feel the cool air across my erect nipples. My hands are drawn to them. I toy and play with my nipples, loving to just touch and twist.

 

I feel the knot release and I am granted an astounding feeling of relief. I feel my entire body starting to grow. The knot comes again, even tighter, but it is quickly released. I find myself crying out each time it comes back and goes away. Finally the intense magical pleasure comes to a halt. I open my eyes weakly. I find that I am quite tired.

 

I'm tired.

 

No I'm not.

 

Yes I am.

 

I struggle with my thoughts, the moderately well versed chorus starting to give way to an angry beehive. I look up at Ysera; she is the same size as me. Somehow her smile is the most welcome thing I have ever seen. I quickly crawl over her and wrap my arms around her, a sigh escaping my lips. Our breasts are huge and they squeeze together. I ignore the pleasant sensation of our nipples rubbing up against one another and try to focus on her eyes.

 

"That was quite fun." She says. Or did I say that? No she definitely said that. Yes she said it.

 

"Yes it was!" I blurt out. I want to kiss her, but would she accept that? I lean in and close my eyes. She doesn't refuse. Her lips are so very soft. I know she doesn't requite any sort of love I feel for her. She refuses my kiss and I am disappointed. I wanted to taste them.

 

My mind is ablaze. I have not even attempted to kiss her! I grasp at my thoughts, desperate to take hold of the memory. I look forward at her and she can see my confusion. I lean in and she requites my kiss. A cosmic burst of happiness flows through my mind. I have gotten the one thing in the world that I want most.

 

I know it will never happen again. The bed is very warm and very soft. I nuzzle her neck as I fight against my own mind, struggling to hold onto the memory. If it is the only thing I remember I will be happy.

 

The sun is shining it's last rays as it begins to set. I can see Ysera in the distance waving at me.

 

But I must be leaving.

 

I lie to myself all the time.

 

I can never lie, especially not to myself. The one thing I would never do.

 

...

 

Did I mention that I like the rain?