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  “Aaaaaaannnnnddd fifty,” Groaned Ricky, putting the barbell back onto its slot. Sweat glistening over his face, the young man panted, “d-damn… that… that was a lot harder than it looked… I’m more out of shape than I thought…”

  The young man of Hispanic descent sighed and sat up on the bench. It really had been a while since he had set foot inside of a gym, just too busy between his part-time job and his student life at the local college to get in any exercise. Plus, it didn’t help that he was eating too much as he studied as well, just making his situation worse.

  Pinching his belly, he mumbled, “I gained way too much weight and with winter coming, I’m only going to get fatter. This sucks!”

  “Yes sir it does!” A voice delightfully declared, coming from right behind him.

  Ricky frowned and turned around. Standing right behind him in a very tight top and super tight yoga pants was a rather familiar face that he had seen before. It was Traci, one of the many green witches from the area. Instead of her two, usual puffy black hairbuns, her hair was done up into one long ponytail, sweatbands on both of her wrists and ankles.

  She grinned and stated, “I couldn’t help but overhear your problem.”

  “You witches just zero in on people with problems, don’t you?” He bluntly asked.

  “Of course!” Traci declared, sitting down on the bench with him. She wrapped her arm around him and pulled the guy close to her side, her large breasts rubbing against his arm. She continued, acting as if she didn’t notice where her chest was, “You see, I got the perfect solution to fix that weight issue right now, AND, as a bonus, give you some extra stamina and power to boost your workout schedule today!”

  “…does it involve transformations?”

  “Well dddduuuuuuuh!” The witch spoke with a confident smile, “Of course it does, if only for one of our best, frequent customers! Sure, I could give you something non-change inducing, but that wouldn’t be what you truly wanted, right? You want to be fit and with a side dose of transformation I bet!”

  Ricky sighed, before awkwardly smiling, “well… I guess I wouldn’t mind having something that could get me a leaner and fitter shape. I’m just not really made of money like you girls think I am. I don’t think I can afford another potion or…”

  “Oh please!” Traci replied sweetly, “This one’s on the house. Think of it as a reward for being such a loyal, trusted customer.” She gave the guy a sly wink and snapped her fingers.

  Right away, something appeared within her grasp. It was a little energy shot bottle, like the ones he always saw in the store or on TV. Knowing the lady he was dealing with, he had to bet it was anything but what it appeared to be.

  But despite that, he asked curiously, “And this is completely free?”

  “But of course!” Grinned the witch, twirling the bottle between her fingers.

  Ricky let out a long sigh and answered, “well… alright. I’ll give this thing a shot then.”

  He took the bottle from her and cracked it open, a strong, barbeque-like smell emerging from within it. Traci hurried over to the bench opposite of him, crossing her legs and looking at him curiously. “Down the hatch,” he mumbled, drinking the whole bottle in one, single shot.

  After the drink was polished off, Ricky’s head quivered for a split second, so brief that it went unnoticed that. What he did notice though was his brown hair falling out and landing all over the bench and ground. He was left bald within a manner of seconds.

  “…I’m not seeing how this is supposed to help me,” Ricky commented, rubbing his smooth scalp.

  “These things come to those who are patient!” Traci huffed, “You know that! Just give it time and you’ll… oh! There we go!” As Ricky rubbed his scalp, indigo scales began sprouting all over it. They quickly emerged and took over his head, covering everything in a thick, protective scaly coat. The only things that weren’t scale-ified were his ears, which vanished and were placed by tiny holes.

  “Okay,” he replied, still feeling his skull, “I guess that’s different.”

  Large, thick bumps emerged from out of his head, six in total. They formed two columns on each side of his head going from the bottom to the top of his noggin. The bumps grew larger and pointer before something shot out of each of them. There was no blood or puss, but long, sharp, white horns that fitted quite well with his scaly skull.

  “Horns are great! …I should really make more transformation drinks and potions that involve them!” After that declaration, Traci began going over several different ideas for future concoctions to develop, Ricky frowning.

  “Horns are fine as long as you don’t like wearing shirts or having anything that goes over your head. Now that I think about it, horns and scales… purple scales… I’m turning into Spyro the Dragon, aren’t I?”

  “PFFF!” The witch snorted and chuckled, “That would be tooooo obvious. I went with the next best thing!”

  Ricky’s eyes turned a majestically, shimmering green, his eyelashes growing just tad more feminine on top of that. His nose flattened, disappearing into his face and leaving behind lizard-like slits. As his brow thickened and his mouth filled with fangs, his face started pushing forward, inch by inch. His jaws stretched and narrowed, forming a roundish point at the end and developing for him a cute, dragon muzzle.

  “And there’s the…,” He began to speak, before freezing up. His eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat, the young man stuttering out, “Wait… my voice… I’m turning into Cynder!”

  “Ding-ding!” Declared Traci, “We have a winner! This nice energy boost gives you a dragonian rush, melts that fat right off of ya, and provides a tough, but cute bod all in one!”

  She sat up and walked over to him, leaning in and shoving her long nose and large chest at him. “And now that I think of it,” she cooed softly, “You’ll need something a bit more appropriate to wear. After all, the next changes might just cause some tearing.”

  With a snap of her fingers, Ricky’s plain, boring gym attire began to glow a light, pinkish purple. His oversized grey t-shirt turned to a bright blue and became more spandex-ish in texture and feel. It even shrunk significantly, the collar lowering and the hemline raising until he had a tight sports bra with a lot of room in the back. His gym shorts turned dark blue and tightened up, showcasing his chubby rear. His shoes and socks vanished, though they were never replaced.

  “Well this is revealing… but I guess this fits whatever version of Cynder I’m turning into, right?” Ricky asked Traci, trying to ignore the people that were starting to wander up close.

  “Of course!” Traci declared, “Did you reeeeeeaaaalllly think you would get one of my and my fellow sisters’ girl-ifying potions and not end up getting a big boost in curves?”

  “No, it’s just that the costume change usually comes packed in the potion itself.”

  “That’s only in the version you have to buy,” Traci explained. She then spun around to face the crowd, grinning and making four bottles appear in her hand. She declared, “And this awesome change can be yours for only $19.99! Who wants one?”

  As Ricky started to feel, justifiably so, as guinea pig for the witch to hock her newest and greatest product, three large bumps popped out of his back. Two of them emerged in the back opening of his new sports bra and another popped out right above his shorts. The spots lingered silently after emerging for a few seconds before springing out forward in quick succession. From his back grew two large, magenta & indigo wings that stretched out wide, while above his shorts, a long purple tail with a hook-like fluke extended from it. His new wings flapped happily and his tail swished back and forth behind him.

  The audience gasped excitedly and clapped, Traci chuckling, “Like that folks? That could be you with that awesome tail and set of wings! Who wants in?”

  The crowd rushed around her, handing her money eagerly for her dragon-inducing potion. Ricky, in the meantime, decided to scurry off to continue his work out in peace. He sighed and thought, if I knew she was going to do that, I would have asked for a cut of that profit…

  Coming up to the treadmills, he decided to hop onto one of them and started running, cranking up the speed until he really found himself a good groove to get into. With each step forward, his body slimmed down, fat draining and pounds melting off by the second. Indigo scales broke out all over his body, covering every area except the front of his torso, which grew a shimmering, lovely coat of magenta scales instead.

  Hey, I’m really moving! She wasn’t lying about that stamina stuff! Ricky thought happily, moving faster on the treadmill than he could usually do. In fact, he wasn’t even breaking a sweat at this point, his feet pounding against the machine and pushing him faster than ever.

  With each smack against the belt, his feet rapidly modified. Toes slowly merged together, leaving him with three single, thick digits on each foot. His toenails thickened and moved to the tips of his toes, turning into sharp, powerful claw. The back of his ankles grew their own claw too, the sole of his feet shrinking while the balls expanded.

  “There you are!” Traci called out, skipping over to Ricky merrily, “Been wondering where my little friend and assistant wandered off to!” As she approached, Ricky’s fingers each grew their own sharp, impressive-looking claw, gripping the railings of the treadmill tightly.

  “Yeah… when were you going to tell me I was going to be your test subject to hock your products exactly?” He asked, the bulge in his shorts shrinking quickly away until the area was smooth and flat. His hips widened up just a touch and his rear inflated, stretching his shorts to further highlight how flat his crotch area was.

  “Oh that was a pure, happy coincidence!” Giggled the witch, “I can’t help it if people see what I have to offer and just wanna throw tons of money at it! It’s all gooooood! Besides, you are happy with the results so far, were you not?”

  Ricky’s body began expanding again. For each of his arms and legs, they quickly swelled a bit with muscle, giving them each definition and power. He certainly wouldn’t be ripping through any shirts or pants, but he had mass on the level of an athletic kickboxer. His waist also pushed in and on his smooth, exposed belly, strong abs bulged out. They were quite well-defined, giving him a strong six-pack.

  “Well I guess not, but I was just not a fan of you using me like that… and also making money off of me when I should clearly be getting a cut.” Ricky answered, giving the witch a strong look she had never seen before from him.

  “Fair enough!” Traci replied, “I’ll keep that in mind… and by the way, you mentioned that you weren’t made of money, right? If that’s the case, I think you should probably stop running right about now.” She giggled as she spoke, pointing down at the belt he was on.

  Ricky glanced down and immediately slammed the off button. There were claw marks, scratches, and tears at the belt from his sharp toe claws. “Oh crap,” He muttered jumping off and landing besides the witch, “That’s bad! Thanks for stopping me from letting it get too worse.”

  When he jumped off, vibrations ran up from his feet and straight into his chest. The flat area vibrated for a few seconds before quickly swelling and expanding into two large, DD sized breasts. They quickly stretched the top out greatly, showcasing a lot of cleavage for the new, fully formed dragon woman.

  “No problem and also, nice boobs dragon girl!” Traci chuckled.

  “I suppose,” Ricky answered, squeezing her soft, scaly chest, “I’m just surprised these weren’t bigger given everything else you girls make.”

  “Well bigger breasts would be more inconvenient if you’re all built for exercise and working out now… unless you’re a witch like moi and can make your lovely E-cups weightless and perky for all time!” She grinned widely as she said, playfully shoving out her chest as well.

  Ricky glanced to the side to avoid staring, quietly murmuring, “o-okay… now what?”

  “Well there’s three options here! One, go back to exercising and keep building those muscles! Two, run before anyone finds out you damaged the treadmill. Three, let’s sell a lot of these potions together! I already made a ton here, but I bet you I can sell more of these at the other gyms around town!”

  “…will I get a cut of the profit?”

  “Of course! A nice, fair 70-30 split between the two of us and you get three more free bottles of this stuff!” Traci grinned away, holding out her hand to shake. The new dragon girl scratched the bottom of her chin and eventually shrugged.

  “Eh, sounds fair to me if I’m just modeling. Let’s do some business together!”

THE END

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  “Aaaaaaannnnnddd fifty,” Groaned Ricky, putting the barbell back onto its slot. Sweat glistening over his face, the young man panted, “d-damn… that… that was a lot harder than it looked… I’m more out of shape than I thought…”

  The young man of Hispanic descent sighed and sat up on the bench. It really had been a while since he had set foot inside of a gym, just too busy between his part-time job and his student life at the local college to get in any exercise. Plus, it didn’t help that he was eating too much as he studied as well, just making his situation worse.

  Pinching his belly, he mumbled, “I gained way too much weight and with winter coming, I’m only going to get fatter. This sucks!”

  “Yes sir it does!” A voice delightfully declared, coming from right behind him.

  Ricky frowned and turned around. Standing right behind him in a very tight top and super tight yoga pants was a rather familiar face that he had seen before. It was Traci, one of the many green witches from the area. Instead of her two, usual puffy black hairbuns, her hair was done up into one long ponytail, sweatbands on both of her wrists and ankles.

  She grinned and stated, “I couldn’t help but overhear your problem.”

  “You witches just zero in on people with problems, don’t you?” He bluntly asked.

  “Of course!” Traci declared, sitting down on the bench with him. She wrapped her arm around him and pulled the guy close to her side, her large breasts rubbing against his arm. She continued, acting as if she didn’t notice where her chest was, “You see, I got the perfect solution to fix that weight issue right now, AND, as a bonus, give you some extra stamina and power to boost your workout schedule today!”

  “…does it involve transformations?”

  “Well dddduuuuuuuh!” The witch spoke with a confident smile, “Of course it does, if only for one of our best, frequent customers! Sure, I could give you something non-change inducing, but that wouldn’t be what you truly wanted, right? You want to be fit and with a side dose of transformation I bet!”

  Ricky sighed, before awkwardly smiling, “well… I guess I wouldn’t mind having something that could get me a leaner and fitter shape. I’m just not really made of money like you girls think I am. I don’t think I can afford another potion or…”

  “Oh please!” Traci replied sweetly, “This one’s on the house. Think of it as a reward for being such a loyal, trusted customer.” She gave the guy a sly wink and snapped her fingers.

  Right away, something appeared within her grasp. It was a little energy shot bottle, like the ones he always saw in the store or on TV. Knowing the lady he was dealing with, he had to bet it was anything but what it appeared to be.

  But despite that, he asked curiously, “And this is completely free?”

  “But of course!” Grinned the witch, twirling the bottle between her fingers.

  Ricky let out a long sigh and answered, “well… alright. I’ll give this thing a shot then.”

  He took the bottle from her and cracked it open, a strong, barbeque-like smell emerging from within it. Traci hurried over to the bench opposite of him, crossing her legs and looking at him curiously. “Down the hatch,” he mumbled, drinking the whole bottle in one, single shot.

  After the drink was polished off, Ricky’s head quivered for a split second, so brief that it went unnoticed that. What he did notice though was his brown hair falling out and landing all over the bench and ground. He was left bald within a manner of seconds.

  “…I’m not seeing how this is supposed to help me,” Ricky commented, rubbing his smooth scalp.

  “These things come to those who are patient!” Traci huffed, “You know that! Just give it time and you’ll… oh! There we go!” As Ricky rubbed his scalp, indigo scales began sprouting all over it. They quickly emerged and took over his head, covering everything in a thick, protective scaly coat. The only things that weren’t scale-ified were his ears, which vanished and were placed by tiny holes.

  “Okay,” he replied, still feeling his skull, “I guess that’s different.”

  Large, thick bumps emerged from out of his head, six in total. They formed two columns on each side of his head going from the bottom to the top of his noggin. The bumps grew larger and pointer before something shot out of each of them. There was no blood or puss, but long, sharp, white horns that fitted quite well with his scaly skull.

  “Horns are great! …I should really make more transformation drinks and potions that involve them!” After that declaration, Traci began going over several different ideas for future concoctions to develop, Ricky frowning.

  “Horns are fine as long as you don’t like wearing shirts or having anything that goes over your head. Now that I think about it, horns and scales… purple scales… I’m turning into Spyro the Dragon, aren’t I?”

  “PFFF!” The witch snorted and chuckled, “That would be tooooo obvious. I went with the next best thing!”

  Ricky’s eyes turned a majestically, shimmering green, his eyelashes growing just tad more feminine on top of that. His nose flattened, disappearing into his face and leaving behind lizard-like slits. As his brow thickened and his mouth filled with fangs, his face started pushing forward, inch by inch. His jaws stretched and narrowed, forming a roundish point at the end and developing for him a cute, dragon muzzle.

  “And there’s the…,” He began to speak, before freezing up. His eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat, the young man stuttering out, “Wait… my voice… I’m turning into Cynder!”

  “Ding-ding!” Declared Traci, “We have a winner! This nice energy boost gives you a dragonian rush, melts that fat right off of ya, and provides a tough, but cute bod all in one!”

  She sat up and walked over to him, leaning in and shoving her long nose and large chest at him. “And now that I think of it,” she cooed softly, “You’ll need something a bit more appropriate to wear. After all, the next changes might just cause some tearing.”

  With a snap of her fingers, Ricky’s plain, boring gym attire began to glow a light, pinkish purple. His oversized grey t-shirt turned to a bright blue and became more spandex-ish in texture and feel. It even shrunk significantly, the collar lowering and the hemline raising until he had a tight sports bra with a lot of room in the back. His gym shorts turned dark blue and tightened up, showcasing his chubby rear. His shoes and socks vanished, though they were never replaced.

  “Well this is revealing… but I guess this fits whatever version of Cynder I’m turning into, right?” Ricky asked Traci, trying to ignore the people that were starting to wander up close.

  “Of course!” Traci declared, “Did you reeeeeeaaaalllly think you would get one of my and my fellow sisters’ girl-ifying potions and not end up getting a big boost in curves?”

  “No, it’s just that the costume change usually comes packed in the potion itself.”

  “That’s only in the version you have to buy,” Traci explained. She then spun around to face the crowd, grinning and making four bottles appear in her hand. She declared, “And this awesome change can be yours for only $19.99! Who wants one?”

  As Ricky started to feel, justifiably so, as guinea pig for the witch to hock her newest and greatest product, three large bumps popped out of his back. Two of them emerged in the back opening of his new sports bra and another popped out right above his shorts. The spots lingered silently after emerging for a few seconds before springing out forward in quick succession. From his back grew two large, magenta & indigo wings that stretched out wide, while above his shorts, a long purple tail with a hook-like fluke extended from it. His new wings flapped happily and his tail swished back and forth behind him.

  The audience gasped excitedly and clapped, Traci chuckling, “Like that folks? That could be you with that awesome tail and set of wings! Who wants in?”

  The crowd rushed around her, handing her money eagerly for her dragon-inducing potion. Ricky, in the meantime, decided to scurry off to continue his work out in peace. He sighed and thought, if I knew she was going to do that, I would have asked for a cut of that profit…

  Coming up to the treadmills, he decided to hop onto one of them and started running, cranking up the speed until he really found himself a good groove to get into. With each step forward, his body slimmed down, fat draining and pounds melting off by the second. Indigo scales broke out all over his body, covering every area except the front of his torso, which grew a shimmering, lovely coat of magenta scales instead.

  Hey, I’m really moving! She wasn’t lying about that stamina stuff! Ricky thought happily, moving faster on the treadmill than he could usually do. In fact, he wasn’t even breaking a sweat at this point, his feet pounding against the machine and pushing him faster than ever.

  With each smack against the belt, his feet rapidly modified. Toes slowly merged together, leaving him with three single, thick digits on each foot. His toenails thickened and moved to the tips of his toes, turning into sharp, powerful claw. The back of his ankles grew their own claw too, the sole of his feet shrinking while the balls expanded.

  “There you are!” Traci called out, skipping over to Ricky merrily, “Been wondering where my little friend and assistant wandered off to!” As she approached, Ricky’s fingers each grew their own sharp, impressive-looking claw, gripping the railings of the treadmill tightly.

  “Yeah… when were you going to tell me I was going to be your test subject to hock your products exactly?” He asked, the bulge in his shorts shrinking quickly away until the area was smooth and flat. His hips widened up just a touch and his rear inflated, stretching his shorts to further highlight how flat his crotch area was.

  “Oh that was a pure, happy coincidence!” Giggled the witch, “I can’t help it if people see what I have to offer and just wanna throw tons of money at it! It’s all gooooood! Besides, you are happy with the results so far, were you not?”

  Ricky’s body began expanding again. For each of his arms and legs, they quickly swelled a bit with muscle, giving them each definition and power. He certainly wouldn’t be ripping through any shirts or pants, but he had mass on the level of an athletic kickboxer. His waist also pushed in and on his smooth, exposed belly, strong abs bulged out. They were quite well-defined, giving him a strong six-pack.

  “Well I guess not, but I was just not a fan of you using me like that… and also making money off of me when I should clearly be getting a cut.” Ricky answered, giving the witch a strong look she had never seen before from him.

  “Fair enough!” Traci replied, “I’ll keep that in mind… and by the way, you mentioned that you weren’t made of money, right? If that’s the case, I think you should probably stop running right about now.” She giggled as she spoke, pointing down at the belt he was on.

  Ricky glanced down and immediately slammed the off button. There were claw marks, scratches, and tears at the belt from his sharp toe claws. “Oh crap,” He muttered jumping off and landing besides the witch, “That’s bad! Thanks for stopping me from letting it get too worse.”

  When he jumped off, vibrations ran up from his feet and straight into his chest. The flat area vibrated for a few seconds before quickly swelling and expanding into two large, DD sized breasts. They quickly stretched the top out greatly, showcasing a lot of cleavage for the new, fully formed dragon woman.

  “No problem and also, nice boobs dragon girl!” Traci chuckled.

  “I suppose,” Ricky answered, squeezing her soft, scaly chest, “I’m just surprised these weren’t bigger given everything else you girls make.”

  “Well bigger breasts would be more inconvenient if you’re all built for exercise and working out now… unless you’re a witch like moi and can make your lovely E-cups weightless and perky for all time!” She grinned widely as she said, playfully shoving out her chest as well.

  Ricky glanced to the side to avoid staring, quietly murmuring, “o-okay… now what?”

  “Well there’s three options here! One, go back to exercising and keep building those muscles! Two, run before anyone finds out you damaged the treadmill. Three, let’s sell a lot of these potions together! I already made a ton here, but I bet you I can sell more of these at the other gyms around town!”

  “…will I get a cut of the profit?”

  “Of course! A nice, fair 70-30 split between the two of us and you get three more free bottles of this stuff!” Traci grinned away, holding out her hand to shake. The new dragon girl scratched the bottom of her chin and eventually shrugged.

  “Eh, sounds fair to me if I’m just modeling. Let’s do some business together!”

THE END