This is a birthday gift for  Daniel_Kay that I started LAST YEAR, so only apropos I finished it just in time for his actual birthday again.



Danny the dragon-boy gets doused in a strange gas that will have him and the whole city in a confused panic before the day is out!

Also, be sure and check my journal and let me know your opinions on me streaming here: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/11325005/

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     Danny was walking down the sidewalk, the brown-and-tan dragon enjoying the fresh afternoon air- or as fresh as a main thoroughfare with cars constantly zooming by can smell- when a strange noise caught his attention over the usual thrum of engines and wooshes of air as they drove past. He looked over his shoulder to see a large truck coming down the road, carrying canisters of gasses in its back.  Most of the caged divisions were packed tight, but one section near the back was responsible for all the noise, as it was very obviously not packed tight.  The canisters bounced and jostled against each other, an incessant cacophony of cling-clang-clonk as they bounced against the cage and each other. Then, as it passed by him, it hit a large pothole, the WHAM of the truck suddenly dropping a few inches and rising back enough to make Danny and any other nearby furs cringe from it. 



     The secured canisters jumped slightly from the impact, but the unsecured ones- each at a slightly different angle and height- figuratively exploded out from their cage, one of the canisters being knocked at just the right angle and speed to break open the flimsy cage latch. Several of the canisters came tumbling out, but only one bounced free of the truck, landing on the ground and bouncing towards Danny. He flinched away, tail reflexively curling around his leg and wings wrapping over his torso, but thankfully the container missed him.  What it didn't miss, however, was the corner of the curb, the nozzle coming down just the wrong (or right) way to snap it partway off. Suddenly given an avenue of escape, the gas inside the canister came rushing out, a white cloud issuing forth from it as the gas hissed its way out of the crack. And since it was all the way at the nozzle end of the canister, the rushing gas caused the whole thing to spin on the ground, caroming off streetlamps and newspaper dispensers. Danny hopped from one three-toed foot to the other, trying his best to avoid the erratically-traveling canister, but  while his efforts kept his claws intact, he was doing himself no favors as far as the gas went.  



     By the time the canister was only slowly  rolling back and forth, Danny had been thoroughly sprayed with the strange gas, and he hoped it wasn't pesticide or something else carcinogenic.  His skin felt all sticky and gross, like when he applied bug repellant on his camping trips, and he tried to pull his shirt off his chest only to find it clinging to his skin. He attempted to wipe the sticky residue off his face with his paws, but considering they were just as covered as the rest of him, he only really succeeded in squeegeeing more to the end of his snout, which squeaked when he pulled it between his palms.

     Wait, squeaked?

     After shaking the residue off his paws, Danny grabbed the end of his snout again, feeling the warm, bumpy scales fade into something more featureless and uniform. Danny found himself smiling, but not a natural smile. His lips pulled up and back, baring his teeth to the world, but try as he might he wasn't able to stop smiling. He turned towards the nearest shop window to catch his reflection, and he could only watch in confusion as his teeth seemed to lengthen and broaden against each other, rounding out until the inside of his mouth resembled a single white field interrupted by a line zig-zagging from lip to lip.

     "Wh-Whmm? Hmm mm munn hnn?!"  Danny started to protest, only to find his snout completely immobilized. He couldn't move his lips or mouth at all, couldn't even feel his own tongue anymore! Whatever was happening to him, it was spreading, and he needed to get help, fast!



     Danny grabbed for his phone to call emergency services, only for it to completely slide from his grip once it cleared his pants pocket. He swatted at his phone with his other hand, trying to grab it, but only succeeded in sending it careening down the sidewalk with a squeak. 

     Another squeak? Where was that coming from? Danny looked down at his hands, splaying his fingers out to look for any abnormalities, but it was something felt rather than seen which tipped him off. His fingers were going stiff, the knuckles crackling as each finger extended to its maximum. His brows furrowed between his eyes as he tried to force his hands closed, a muffled grunt all his frozen mouth was capable of. He felt something pop in his fingers, but they stayed as straight as ever; no, what had popped was the internal structure, bones and muscles falling slack and vanishing as the skin began to take on the same uniform sheen as his snout had. They began to swell, each digit fattening up like summer sausages, even the claws on the tips of his fingers seeming to spread wider.

     "Whmm hmm?!  Hmm mmmh whmm!" He tried to protest, but his frozen-smile muzzle still refused to budge.  He looked up and down the street, but there wasn't anyone he could see, especially being unable to shout and get their attention.  



     Danny tried to get his phone back, but his steps weren't... natural. He looked down, or tried to over his frozen snout, but couldn't see what was restraining him.  He took another step, and felt his leg swing off to the side, unable to follow the straight forward-and-back gait of his hips. He reached down and felt his stomach far before he meant to.  Well, in point of fact, he felt his shirt, but it was so taut over his stomach it might as well have been a second skin.  In fact, he realized as he patted the swelling orb on his front, he couldn't feel any difference between his shirt and his skin at all. He tried to grab his shirt to pull it up, but his stubby, stiffened claws wouldn't close together. Even trying to lift the garment with friction did nothing but make a disconcerting squeaking noise. 

     Trying lower, Danny reached for his belt buckle, but it wasn't where it was supposed to be. Unbeknownst to him, the buckle was right where he'd let it, at the joining of his tucked-in shirt and his pants, but thanks to the transformation racing over his skin, there was no longer any delineation between the three objects. Danny's front was a round, swelling orb or rubber, his clothes little more than images baked into the rubber as it bloated farther and farther away from him.  

     Danny had reached his phone, his steps reduced to slow, awkward waddles, his still-solid legs forced around the pressurized sphere that his abdomen was becoming. The phone was useless now; he needed to find someone to help! He tried to wave down a passing car, but no one seemed to notice him, or at least recognize him as a person.  With his puffed-up hands and frozen smile, he couldn't really blame them, but it still wasn't helping his situation any. His steps grew more ponderous and plodding as the sphere of his belly began to overtake his pelvic girdle, forcing him to bow his legs and even squat a little just so he could make some kind of forward progress. 

     Giving up on waving down a passing motorist, Danny let his arms fall to his sides... only, they didn't fall all the way. They flapped south of his shoulders only briefly, a loud squeak seeming to push them back up until they were nearly straight out at the shoulders. with effort he could bring them forward, but there was a constant pull back towards their new "neutral" position. His giant paws were still inflating, and worse still the condition seemed to be spreading, his shoulders and forearms puffing out while his elbows and biceps remained- at least for the moment- his usual scaly self. 



     Danny tried to pick up the pace, his puffy neck squeaking each time he frantically looked back and forth searching for someone to help him.  He felt his legs fill his pants, whimpering as the cuffs cinched tight around his ankles and faded into that same un-feeling like his shirt had; if he could see past his growing belly he would have confirmed that his trousers were no longer distinct in any way from the rest of his skin, everything the same uniform rubbery material. As he stumbled along the sidewalk, some small corner of his mind wondering what his leg bones were hooking into, he felt the texture of the ground shifting beneath his feet. Mp, he realized, the ground wasn't changing, his feet were. Much like his forepaws, the digits were stiffening, swelling, becoming less and less mobile with each step. 

     His enlarged foot caught on the pavement and Danny lurched forward, unable to bring his other foot up in time to regain his balance. He fell forward... a surprisingly short distance before his belly hit the ground, then rolled forward on it. He couldn't even bring his ballooning arms in front of him in time, his wide, frozen grin smashing into the pavement.

     The impact jarred Danny, feeling it reverberate all the way to the tips of his wings, but strangely, it didn't hurt at all. While normally escaping injury would be a good thing, it was rather more disquieting in light of his rubbery transformation. Sure he could still feel and see and hear things, but he'd already lost the ability to speak and he could tell the transformation wasn't finished yet, not as he felt his rear get absorbed into the ever-growing sphere of his lower torso and the base of his tail began to stiffen.  He flailed his  arms, trying to right himself, but they just flopped and squeaked uselessly. Using what mobility he had left in his wings and tail, he was ale to lurch backwards enough to roll into a squat, knees bent and spread apart around the huge stomach. 

     Danny attempted to stand up straight, but his legs would only allow him so much motion out of his squat, especially as his thighs swelled into huge black sausages. As the inflation worked its way down his legs, he felt his feet shifting uncomfortably, his normal digitigrade stance pulled flat as his feet swelled too large for the concept of "Walking on tip-toes" to have any meaning. 



     As Danny brushed past a bus stop bench, he realized a relatively more subtle part of his transformation- he was growing! Not just the regular roundness, even the few remaining fleshy parts of his body were growing larger. He looked to his side and realized he could easily see over the fence that used to be level with the highest joint of his wings. 

     Well, at least it'll be easier for someone to see me? He thought to himself as he shuffled along, still trying to flag down any passing motorists as his thighs and hips stretched out past the width of even his puffed-out shoulders. He brushed too hard against a transformer box and his rubbery rear rebounded, pushing him off balance and tipping him down onto his side. However, unlike the last time he fell, so much of his body was now fully rubberized that the impact just bounced him back up, his flailing arms shoving him slightly airborne... And right into the street. 

     Danny couldn't gasp through his frozen grin, couldn't widen his rounded eyes, could barely even bring his mitten-like hands up to his face. He could perfectly hear the squeal of braking tires, though, and could only watch as the gleaming bumper of the car rushing at him dipped low from the transfer of momentum.

     When the impact came, it didn't hurt, though he felt the bumper briefly compressing his body before it was thrown back- back, and up. Like a beachball in a sporting event's stands, Danny was bounced into the air, view spinning from sky to ground to sky and back again, limbs flailing as far as his stiff, balloony joints would allow. Danny was bounced clear to the other side of the street, and he heard horns blaring and tires screeching as he landed close to another car, the whoosh of air from the near-miss picking him up and sending him tumbling through the air again. He tried flapping his wings, but they were more round noodles than a wind-catching membrane by this point, and his tail was wider than it was long in points. 

     He landed again, feeling his appendages compress against his back- which by now was little more than a small slope rising from the sphere of his combined butt/belly- and tried his best to flex them against the ground. It was very little, but it was enough to at least rock him back into a standing position, or at least as "standing" as his new form allowed him. Looking past his belly, he could see the roof of one of the halted cars, and realized he had bigger problems now. Or rather, as his view continued to inch higher and higher, he was a bigger problem now. The squeaks he made when he turned his head and moved his arms now reverberated through his entire body, loud and deep. He couldn't feel a single inch of scales on his body anymore, everything was stiff rubber. 

     Danny tried to move his feet, but they would only shuffle back and forth, like the two-stroke gait of a wind-up toy.  He was wider than an entire lane of traffic at this point, and just trying to get out of the road was getting more and more unlikely as his growth spiraled out of control. He tried to mumble some kind of apology to the traffic accident, several people having exited their vehicles to stare up at him in disbelief, but all he could manage was a few bassy grunts, even that little vocalization miraculous considering his entire body was hollow by this point. His enormous stomach pushed against one of the stopped cars, and to both his and the driver's surprise,  it began to roll backwards.   Danny took a waddled half-step back, only for his titanic rear to bush against a different car, the flat expanse of the vehicle's hood going concave  with a loud bwomp. 

     Danny was now wider than two lanes of traffic, his view taller than a distant semi-hauler, still growing bigger and wider and rounder. His paws had grown disproportionately large even for his already-giant size, yoga-ball-like toes squeaking past the front protrusion of his belly with every shuffled step. He brought his forepaws up to his head in exasperation, and found even his big rounded head completely enveloped in the puffy rubber papasan that his palms had become. 



     When is this going to stop? It's got to stop at some point... right!? He yelled inside his empty head, the creaking of his inflated body getting louder and louder as he grew larger and larger...