It was a most innocent of wishes really, wanting to be a part of a seaplane company, getting to fly around and all, it's something

you've always wanted to do!

But as his tail slowly started to grow more stiff, feeling a pressure through the core of his body pushing outwards, that tail fins the first to grow and swell bigger and tighter, he couldn't help but squirm softly a little bit on that beach. Scales were smoothing over more, the gaps between them filling in as they felt harder, firmer, and with those legs feeling more stiff as he fall onto his knees, arms tightened, those forearms heavier and thicker, his forepaws squeezing slowly in as he writhed gently on that soft sand.

The various seams down his flanks pushed into that shaping metal, on his neck and forehead, gently around each eye, windows and doors slowly being cut into his skin. Each leg was hollowing out, empty as they pushed against the water lapping about them, those arms so dense, thicker, the flesh and bone filling in with a turbine as carbon props slowly pushed from that skin outwards.

Gently too, his belly and groin presses flatter, a little seam of a curve sliding down your front from his chest that pinches a little, and with Kyrik's arms stuck to his sides, he could only squirm weakly, panting, feeling that curve form from that underbelly, pressing out against those legs as that core squeezed more and more hollow from within, feeling all those scales slowly turn more metal all over.

Glancing back, a logo shimmered gently onto that new tight tail, SDAir gently painting on.

Oh well... he'll still be flying in the end!

Though perhaps with a thought, maybe Kyrik should have been a little more specific in that wish!

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