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Conor was ecstatic as he ripped into the package. Packing peanuts were tossed aside carelessly as he fished around for the new addition to his collection. He had been collecting miscellaneous dragon related items for years. Most of them sat on his upper shelf, well dusted and taken care of, while other, larger, decorative pieces hung on his wall.

Conor delicately removed the large statue from the box and grinned widely. It was a beautiful light blue, majestically carved out of some material he could not readily recognized. It was heavy and cold in his hands, further anchoring the idea that it was his in his mind. "Wow.." he breathed, "This is awesome. Those pictures online didn't do it justice." He carefully shifted the statue into one hand so that he could trace his other hand around its well-carved curves, enjoying the statues presence far more than he had ever anticipated.

Spurred on by some unseen force, Conor felt the need to whisper "Ownership of this statue has been passed on to me." After saying that Conor felt well and truly stupid. "Weird..." he muttered under his breath. He carefully moved his other hand to the base of the statue to hold it in both hands once more. Immediately after doing so the statue began to glow brightly, coming from deep within, emanating steadily outward from what would be the heart of the dragon. Before he could react the glow became too bright and he had to shut his eyes tight.

Changes began to flow over Conor even before he could reopen his eyes as the glow faded. The statue clattered to the ground as grey fur pushed out along his face, torso, upper arms, and thighs, even as darker scales pushed out along his lower arms and legs. Horns began to emerge from his mass of brown hair as his ears morphed into draconic fins, his face pushing out into a wolfish muzzle as heavy black scutes formed on the top of it. Soft, light scales formed on his belly and inner thighs as his lower legs and feet cracked loudly, painlessly reforming into a digitigrade posture, toes fusing and nails turning into claws. Heavy black scutes formed on his elbows, calves, and the back of his hands, wrists, and arms, all of which matched the ones on his new muzzle. Conor yelped loudly as his pants grew suddenly tight, then ripped loudly as a darkly scaled tail grew rapidly from his lower back, long hair sprouting from the end and growing longer along with the tail.

Conor looked down at himself in horror. The entire transformation had felt weird. Not painful in the slightest, just incredibly odd and intense. The entire process hadn't taken very long, he couldn't tell for sure because he was too caught up in trying to wrap his head around the idea that his body was actually changing. His fretting and worrying put him off guard so he didn't register the wave of heat that fell over his body seconds later. His eyes lost focus as his body shifted even more. His waist shrank inwards as his hips and rear exploded outwards, tearing his already ruined pants even more. Little room was regained as his genitals shifted from the masculine to the feminine, making his torn pants and underwear slightly baggy in the front even as it was tight to the point of breaking around his new curvy hips and ass. Conor's unfocused eyes barely registered as his shirt began to push out, clinging tightly to two increasingly-large well-formed breasts.

The wave of heat suddenly lifted, clearing Conor's foggy head, his eyes refocusing quickly. His first sight was that of his shirt clinging tightly to two of the biggest boobs he had ever laid eyes on.

[Part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10010312/ ]

(Amazing TF/TG sequence I got from Tangent-Valley of myself turning into my character Conor, then becoming a curvy wolf/dragoness~<3

Check out the Original Here: http://tangent-valley.deviantart.co.....ge-1-356108685

Art © Tangent-Valley on DA
Conor © Me)