Josh is about to learn that kobolds aren't born, they're made. His obsession with a lone dragon egg he found in one of Lilithrah's side chambers is ruining his entire mission. He was supposed to bring some treasure home, but instead, he's stripped his clothes off and is sitting on it. And the more he sits on it, the more desperate he is to have it inside him. Diabolically, as he tries to will himself to stop, a scaly slit opens just behind his balls and the egg starts entering. NOTE: there's some mind-control aspects to this story, but it's compassionate. The Kobold-Making Egg By Zmeydros (Biscuit) (Edited by Akikotigress, MitchellTF, and Sarahvixen) The most puzzling chamber of Lilithrah's lair was as big as a major-city-tavern's seating area and had a single, eight-inch-wide, egg-shaped pink ruby in the center. The difference between the walls and ceiling didn't really exist in most of the room since, together, they made a gradually-sloping dome shape over the ruby egg. In other chambers, the stalactites had matching stalagmites, but in this chamber, there were no stalagmites at all. Instead, the floor was smooth and bowl shaped. The only part of the ceiling that had no stalactites was the portion directly above the egg, most likely removed to protect the egg. Which was confusing, since rubies were extremely resistant to damage. Since it was the largest gem Josh had ever seen, and everything about this chamber was making it look incredibly important, he took one step through the huge archway that led inside. Had he not been destitute, stepped on, and overlooked his entire life, Josh wouldn't have been forced to resort to adventuring to keep himself fed. And he would've stayed well away from dragon's lairs and rubies bigger than his head. Sweat beaded on his brow. Everything about this room, and the placement of the ruby, screamed "trap," but the sheer ability of this gem to change the course of his life was too much to overlook. So, he closed his eyes, took a couple deep breaths, and then honed in on every detail in the floor, the depression that held the egg, and the stalactites above. Finding nothing, he drew a bit of magic and said, "May that which is unseen be cast in faerie light," while envisioning runes that would empower the spell past its normal limits in his mind. A sphere of lavender light expanded outwards. The faerie light revealed no trip wires, pressure plates, or other dangers. So, he drew a bit of magick, feeling a tingle in his fingertips. Then he traced some runes in the air, weaving wispy threads of magick. "May any magic that opposes me be revealed." He clapped his hands over the runes and then his eyes glowed orange. Looking around the entire chamber, he found nothing. His eyes kept lingering on the pink ruby egg. And each time he looked at it, it became more interesting. While staring at the egg, he entered the chamber further. On his seventh step, thousands of glowing purple symbols with black centers lit up all over the bowl-shaped floor. Josh gasped and leapt backwards as all those symbols traveled across the floor before entering the ruby egg. A yolk formed at the center as the ruby lost all its color. Then the viscous egg white formed and a pink-tinted, white shell materialized around that. The magic certainly didn't seem hostile, but why go through all that trouble to turn a ruby into a dragon egg? Why now? Was he supposed to take it with him or something? Was all this to test him or something? A dragon egg was worth much less than a ruby that size and a lot harder to transport. He turned toward the doorway. It would be so easy to walk away. So easy. He didn't need a powerful dragon as his enemy. That said, he'd never seen an actual dragon egg, let alone touched one. There were no footsteps, no rumbling, no roaring, or any other indication that Lilithrah even knew he was here and he was one stealthy guy. He made a fist and bit his lip as a very unhelpful sense of adventure and wonder welled up in him. Was he really going to walk away from what was possibly the only chance he'd ever get to see a dragon egg up close? An odd, comforting warmth came from the direction of the egg, hitting his back and the backside of his legs. The knot of indecision in his gut loosened and he faced the egg once again. He had to see this through or he'd regret it for the rest of his life. As he got closer it felt more and more like he was standing in front of a fireplace on a cold winter night. Once he was within fifteen feet of it, the warmth radiating from the egg shifted from comforting to outright pleasurable. At ten feet, the egg started pulsing, waves of pink light spreading outwards from it. With each wave that hit him, his nipples, dick, and skin got more sensitive. His nipples hardened, his cock throbbed, and he moaned, his steps becoming uneven. When he was only six feet away, his skin had become so sensitive that his studded leather armor and undergarments felt like coarse wool against him. Unable to bear the discomfort, he took off his gloves before unbuckling his bracers and studded leather cuirass. He peeled himself out of the armor on his upper half, tossing it all to the side along with his linen undershirt. Then he unbuckled his sword belt and laid it off to the side, the brass hilt of his short sword clanking against the smooth stone floor. His boots and socks came off next, followed by his studded leather pants. He blushed as he took off his linen underpants. A long string of precum trailed from his fully erect dick. As he set them aside, he took one step, then another. Two waves of magical light hit him one after the other, each step being rewarded with mind-bending ecstasy. He moaned as his knees got wobbly, his dick leaking more precum. Though he hadn't noticed it before, the cave was at the perfect temperature for being naked.In all his life, he'd never felt all that much from touching anywhere other than his dick, but right now his entire body was so sensitive he could feel even the most miniscule air currents within this cavern. Josh lightly pinched his right nipple while wrapping his left hand around his dick. There was more than enough pre to lube his shaft, so he started stroking it. A wave of bright pink magick hit him when he took another step forward, more powerful than any that had come before. His shaft thickened and lengthened in his hand, growing to seven inches long as he cried out in bliss. That made his stroking feel even better, so he took another step. His cock grew two more inches while his cock head tapered a bit. A pressure built in his balls, making him grunt. Then the pressure released as his balls ballooned in size, stretching his sac. As they got as big as chicken eggs, his sac tickled, tiny, light-pink scales quickly covering it. A sense of wonder built in him as he moved his hand off his prick to feel his sac. The scales were so smooth and sensitive. The way they were slightly translucent, like itty bitty pearls, made them breathtaking to look at. Their color was like pearls too, their pink just a bit paler than strawberry ice cream. As if it was annoyed at being forgotten, more magick cascaded off of the dragon egg. When it collided with him, a powerful, needy throb from his dick got him to take another step. That step was rewarded with another crash of ecstasy-inducing magick and he stroked his dick, moaning loudly. With each stroke, his balls hung lower, eventually growing to the size of plums while the skin at the base of his dick bunched up into a scaly sheath. His cock head tapered a little more as it grew three inches longer, leaving him with a foot-long cock. Now that he was only two feet from the egg, the waves of magick felt better than ever. The flesh of his prick darkened into a stunning, deep pink. He took another step and his balls grew to the size of lemons before his dick gained four inches, reaching an incredible sixteen inches in length. Then a knot bulged at the base, pressing back against his sheath as it grew. His cock head now had a blunt taper that quickly led to the beer bottle thickness of the rest of his shaft. A surge of tingles spread across his dick as it gained soft-backwards-pointing barbs. When he stroked them, they gave him such an intense sensation of penetration that he yelped every time he moved his hand back or forth across his dick. He could feel the gaps between his fingers, the little wrinkles on his palms, and the tightness of his grip as he pressed the barbs down or freed them. The nipple between his fingers got fatter, longer, and turned deep pink as he played with it. His chest started to buzz with a similar sensation to when he'd been swinging his sword around a lot. When the next wave of magick hit, an ache in his abdomen radiated to the spot just behind his balls. He took his precum-soaked hand off of his cock and touched back there. It wasn't as pleasurable as touching his dick, but it was different in a way that made his ears, and extremities tingle. The pang in his abdomen felt less overwhelming as he rubbed a bit. The pleasure from his nipples collided beautifully with this new source of stimulation and he wondered why he'd never tried this before. He moved his right hand to his left nipple and blushed at how it was more supple, and bigger than before. Having tits of his own had to be even more fun than fondling someone else's tits, right? He giggled at the thought while enjoying the feeling of his fingers pressing up between his legs. Another wave of magic hit him and he let out a girly moan as it started feeling really good to grope at his chest as if he had boobs. It was wrong that he didn't have a pussy that could take nice, big dicks and that he couldn't get pregnant over and over and over. The biggest, most satisfying orgasm of his life was awaiting him if he sat on that egg. He just knew it. Yes, all he had to do was sit on that egg and his life would make so much more sense. Day after day of getting stuffed by Mistress Lilithrah's titanic shaft, stuffing hir with his own shaft, laying clutch after clutch of eggs, all to help dragons repopulate the world and restore balance. His eyes went wide as he pulled his hands away. Since when did he giggle, or think about getting pregnant? Of course, he'd had times during puberty where he'd wondered what it would've been like if he'd grown up, and gone on dates, as a girl instead. Those had to be things everyone wondered at some point, right? He drew enough magic to cause the hairs on his arms stand up and then traced runes in the air, blue threads of magic crackling along the path his fingers took. Enhancing this spell to make affect an entire area was a bit dangerous, but it was worth the risk. The moment the runes looked stable, he drew even more magic, enough to give him a stinging headache, and said, "Whatever witchery has been set into motion in this cavern will come to a stop. Any magicks that oppose me in this place shall be annihilated." He put his hands on either side of the runes he'd drawn and clapped them together. A blue sphere of magic erupted from between his hands and spread out all the way to the egg. No hostile intent came to his awareness, no magick, nothing. He gasped in pain as blood trickled from his nose. He dabbed his nose with a handkerchief, a cold shiver running up his back. Even though his headache was quickly abating, he knew another spell would likely incapacitate him. Currently, his own paranoia was posing more of a danger than this egg. Was giggling really so bad when no one was there to mock him for it? He was near an egg, of course he'd think about being pregnant, anyone would. Eggs were an obvious trigger for those sorts of thoughts. If he kept finding malice in everything, he'd give himself a brain hemorrhage through overcasting someday. He needed to calm down and try to look at this all logic-- The wave of magick that hit him while he was distracted by his own thoughts knocked loose memories he'd locked away out of embarrassment. The time he'd gone to a hot spring and seen a dick so gorgeous that he'd wondered what it would feel like inside him. How good he'd felt when he traveled with a female barbarian who was a lot taller and stronger than he was. He didn't know if he'd ever felt safer and happier than when he was in her arms. Then there was the time he'd had a crying fit after waking up from a dream where he'd been pregnant only to find his belly was empty. Everyone he'd tried to tell about it had laughed at him. That awful couple of days where he'd been forced to swing a sword at a wooden pole a hundred times in a row only to be told he was too "girly" and had to "toughen up" when he cried about all the painful blisters on his hands. The magick coming off of this egg held no amusement at his suffering, only pleasure and a sense of discovery. What point was there in treasure if one's life would remain the same after receiving it? Especially if the people one was surrounded by in that life would laugh at them during their most vulnerable moments? The next wave of magic nearly knocked him off his feet. Pleasure, need, desire, and emotional warmth flooded him. Then full-body visions of what could be hit him: the feeling of being cherished by Mistress Lilithrah, the sensation of a full womb, the satiny walls of Mistress Lilithrah's pussy against his barbed cock, and the near-overwhelming ecstasy of having his Mistress's cock spasming inside his tight pussy. His eyes fixed on the egg as he took one last step toward it. There was no resistance left within him, only want, as he sat on the egg. The moment the egg came into contact with his flesh, it started to thrum with magick. It felt like he was sitting on a church bell that someone was wailing on. Thump after thump vibrated the back of his ball sac and the place where his pussy would be. The thumps traveled up into him as a supple, scaly mound formed just above the egg. Light pink scales spread outward from this mound, covering his inner thighs as he shuddered from the pleasure. He winced as there was a pinching sensation near the top of his balls and then something pressing at his groin from inside the sac. A blast of magic from the egg accompanied his new ovaries popping inside him, As his chest grew fuller, his nipples and areolae enlarged to match. Groping his tits, he found they fit in the palms of his hands nicely. The way his boobs squished in his hands made it so pleasing to squeeze and toy with them. As he did so, they kept growing, filling his hands more and more. Mistress was going to be so pleased with his... No! Mistress was going to be pleased with HER body when SHE was done changing. The thrumming, transformative magick felt like thousands of little tendrils moving and shaping her new pussy. She let out a girly moan and rolled her hips. As she rubbed her sensitive mound on the egg, a cleft formed down the center. Her prick ached powerfully as a little pleasure button formed at the front of this cleft. She moved a hand off of her breasts and wrapped it around her shaft. As she rolled her hips aggressively to thrust into her grip, she felt her heavy balls tugging on her forming pussy lips and clit. Getting her clit stimulated at the same time as she was stroking sent her careening to the edge of orgasm. Her balls, her dick, and her entire front were full of tension. Soft pink scales spread down her thighs to just above her knee, there the scales darkened similar to the inside of a watermelon, but not quite as bright. Those darker scales soon covered everywhere on her legs except her inner thighs. It felt like someone was petting her skin with feathers. As the slit between her brand new labia opened and her wetness trickled out, those scales made their way up to her hips and started to cover her ass. Her belly got more of the pearly, light pink scales. "Oh FUCK!" She could feel the egg starting to enter as the magick thrumming from it shook up things inside her. That tension in her suddenly became a torrent of pleasure and her cock started throbbing. "YEESSSSS!!!" she cried out as her prick spurted thick ropes of cum. She squirmed so much that the egg entered more, a fourth of it ending up inside her as she felt her entire body get lit up by erotic sparks of relief. It was like getting the wind knocked out of her, but pleasurable instead of painful. The part where she couldn't catch her breath was the same, however, due to her moaning and screaming. After another minute of sheer bliss, she was finally able to catch her breath. Even though she was leaking lots of lubricious fem nectar, shi couldn't get the egg to budge much beyond the third that was already inside her. Growling in frustration, she shifted her hips, trying to make progress. All she managed to do was mash her clit against the shell, and while that felt really good, it wasn't what she wanted. "Go in, damn you!" she yelled. Mistress Lilithrah's deep, feminine voice had an authoritative growl to it as it reverberated inside Josh's head. "If you go any further, there will be no going back. Humans will be your enemy as you help me populate all the realms with our kind. Your body and mind will be shaped to suit your new purpose as a herm kobold breeder. Every time you see my erection, if you aren't pregnant, your pussy will get soaking wet and you will beg for me to mount you. When you see my pussy, your cock will ache to be inside me. You will crave to have life in your belly so strongly that when you are not pregnant, you will incubate my eggs inside you. Whenever I am away, and you are not helping with chores, you will breed with my other kobolds to satisfy your limitless libido." With every word, Josh's need grew stronger. All her life, humans had been taking things away from her. Humans, and their broken society, were the reason she ended up in this trap in the first place. Compared to adventuring, breeding was a much better job. On top of that, she knew it would feel oh-so-good to have this whole egg inside her womb. Only one concern burned in her mind. "Will I be happy?" She said as loudly in her mind as she could, hoping Mistress Lilithrah would hear her. "Oh yes, you will have the most important job in my queendom and you will be loved and cared for by me, my children, my kobolds, other dragons, and their kobolds. We will support your hobbies and interests outside of breeding. I know you need what I have to offer. I know you feel lost and alone. With one word, you can leave your human life behind and become that which you were meant to be: my cherished, breedable possession. So what do you say? Are you mine to do with as I please?" "Yes! Yes I'm yours!" She said. "Good girl!" She heard in her mind. "Your name henceforth shall be Biscuit." A wave of euphoria hit Biscuit as all the anxiety in her mind died down like a fire that had run out of fuel. "Thank you for my new name, Mistress." "You're welcome. Now, Biscuit, be a good girl and turn into the cute, and voluptuous, breedable kobold you were always meant to be. Let my love absolve your regrets and abolish your pain. Let your human life become irrelevant and forgotten." Mistress Lilithrah's voice hit like a hammer dropped from the sky, making Biscuit's entire being ring. "Yes, thank you, Mistress!" As Biscuit willed herself to become what her Mistress desired, the egg vibrated under her, making her moan and see stars in her vision. A bright purple flash on her belly, just above her sheath, accompanied a plume of magic shooting upwards from the egg. Biscuit took the magic into her body, knowing that changes much more drastic than what had already occurred were about to take place. Now that she was connected to her mistress's power, she would become a magickal creature and leave her humanity behind. Mistress's magick felt so good that her cock was throbbing back to life while her pussy clenched with desire. Pressure built in her tailbone until it felt like it was ready to explode. "AAHHHNNN!" A thick kobold tail burst forth from hir backside, covered in light pink scales on the bottom and darker pink ones on top. As it came out, there was a rapid-fire series of thuds as new vertebrae came into being. It wiggled and stretched as it grew to its full three feet of length. Inch after inch of her height got reallocated to her tits and curves. The parts of her body that weren't growing felt tight, like she'd suddenly dived into deep water. With more room in her hips, her pussy opened. Fem nectar was leaking out of her constantly, lubing the egg and making it easier than ever to fall onto the egg. With each bit of the egg that entered, her ass rounded out along with her bust and thighs. Her tits more than filled her hands as she fondled them and tugged on her nipples. Four new nipples tickled as they pressed out from her belly scales. She teased at them, making herself screech from the erotic, non-human sensation they provided. As she reached the widest point of the egg, she nearly came from how full her cunny felt. Her prick dripped precum while her nipples dampened with milk. The warm, satisfied feeling of being pregnant grew stronger and stronger. Light, pearly pink, belly scales traveled all the way up her neck to the underside of her chin while the watermelon pink scales covered her back. When the scales reached her head, her hair fell out as it was replaced by them. Every change came with immense pleasure and euphoria. She was filled with desire for tits in her face, being knotted, nuzzling a hefty ball sac, being held down while being bred, laying eggs, stuffing her barbed, animalistic dick in a needy pussy, and other things that would've embarrassed her in the past. All this incredible carnal energy, and need to please her Mistress, was stoking her like a forge, burning away her old life, her humanity. Gone were the nights she'd gone to bed without food, the times she'd been struck by an uncaring hand, every time she'd been laughed at, and other wrongs done to her by humans, or their society. The only ashes left were the lessons she'd learned about being kind, survival skills, childcare, how to fight, sneak, steal, cook, clean, play the hurdy gurdy, use magick, and other useful skills and interests unique to her. With her burdens gone, the pleasure took center stage. Her bones panged with bliss, her entire body a resonating chamber for the most wonderful sensations she'd ever experienced. There was no substitute for the feeling of her tits in her hands, the way her balls tugged on her pussy lips, the throbs of her cock, or the smoothness of her scales. Her ears lengthened and pointed, feeling like stretched taffy for a moment before they gained rigidity. The tips remained a little floppy, though, signaling her subservience to her Mistress while looking extra cute. Her body gained some snake-like elasticity as she shrank to only five feet tall and her boobs became far more than a handful. The plumpness of her ass, her thick tail, her pear-shaped build, her ears, her scales, and her six nipples were all signifiers of her new breeder kobold status. Only one vestige of her humanity was left: her face. It was an affront to her Mistress and it had to go. "Oh, Mistress, I love you. I love this! I cannot wait until I am no longer human and fully yours." Her words were breathy and full of moans. "Just a little bit more effort and you will, absolutely, be mine." Mistress Lilithra's voice was soft and motherly, like dark chocolate melting on one's tongue. "I know you can do it, Biscuit. Your womb is ready." Grunting, working her hips back and forth, and bouncing to make full use of her weight, she fought to get the rest of the egg inside her. The widest point of the egg popped inside her so hard and so fast that her tits and balls bounced. There was another purple flash just above her sheath. This time the flash left behind a purple womb tattoo that consisted of ancient runes and two herm kobolds guarding an egg with a dragon spreading its wings over them. All that pleasure that had been reverberating inside her came out as a screeching roar, the tattoo glowing brightly. With each rhythmic clench of her pussy and contraction of her dick, her face pushed outwards. It felt like her entire body was being dipped in warm maple syrup. Tingles spread across all her scales starting at her feet and the tip of her tail and working their way up to her growing muzzle. Only two ropes of her virile seed splattered across the stone floor below, before she trapped her animalistic, barbed shaft in her cleavage and started sucking down the rest of her load. Her newfound craving for cum made its salty, sweet, and bitter notes extra delicious. Each spurt tasted better and better as her human cum gradually became kobold cum with a caramely sweetness and a hint of oolong tea bitterness. It was the best thing she'd ever tasted. At first, she lost some of her cum out the corners of her lips due to its sheer volume. As her muzzle came in, however, she was able to swallow more and more. As her teeth got pointy and more numerous, she curved her lips inwards to protect her shaft from them. Instead of being embarrassed by her cum-crazed instincts, she felt aroused by them. How else was she going to get good practice for drinking down Mistress's load? Her snatch kept rippling around the egg as a row of three, shallow, shark-fin-shaped horns developed on either side of the top of her head. They were the same deep pink as her blunt claws, eyes, and genitals. The four extra tits on her abdomen swelled as they got ready for the new life that was inside her and started dripping milk. The whole time, she squeaked and moaned around her huge dick, not wanting one drop of her deliciousness to go to waste. Just as the last spurt left her prick, her kobold muzzle was complete with closeable, seal-like nostrils. As she panted to catch her breath, she felt her eggnant belly. She giggled and smiled wide, feeling like a good mommy kobold. There was nothing like having life growing in one's womb. Then she lifted one of her uppermost tits so she could get her lips around the nipple. She suckled until she got some milk, moaning through her nostrils as she tasted it to make sure it was ready to feed little ones. The toasted caramel and white chocolate notes were exactly what she was hoping to find, so she checked her other uppermost tit to make sure it matched. For her four lower tits, she squeezed some milk onto her fingers and tasted it. Once she'd found that all of them were ready, she giggled happily and went back to rubbing her pleasantly gravid belly. "Biscuit? How are you feeling?" Mistress Lilithrah's soothing voice rang out in Biscuit's mind. "Really happy. I'm glad I found this egg. It's not good for them to be left out in the open like this." Biscuit stood up slowly, accounting for the extra weight of the huge egg that was inside her. "I need to get it back to the brooding chamber." "Yes, that's a good idea. Do you remember how you got here or having a body different from the one you're currently in?" Mistress asked in a low-pressure, conversational manner. "Huh? I don't remember much before today, but I'm sure I've always been a kobold." Biscuit walked toward the chamber's exit. "Good, you had a miserable life before I found you and you chose to let it all go so you could become fully mine." "Wow, I must've had a really terrible dragon as my Mistress before I found you. Thank you for helping me forget." Biscuit smiled, thinking about how much her Mistress loved her. "You're welcome. Come and see me once you're in the brooding chamber. I have a magical ruby I want to put in the spot you found that egg. I'll put a levitation spell on it to make things easy." Now that Mistress was less concerned about Biscuit, her tone was more bubbly. "Sure, I'll see you soon and am happy to help with that." "Good girl!" Biscuit giggled and hugged herself. She truly had the best life one could ask for. THE END I’d like to acknowledge my $20+ patrons: Arkona Kothe, ChrisFloofyKitsune, forestwolf98, Navajo Demar, Ramya, Tiliquain, ThePhysicist, Warialinth, and Xaziana Tenebris for helping make all this possible. Thank you! Thanks to all my other patrons as well. 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