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Slime Dragon Transformation TF TG

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You were going through the stuff in your Mom's attic.

Dust motes danced in the single beam of sunlight filtering through the grimy attic window. The air was thick with the smell of old paper, mothballs, and forgotten memories. You had spent the last hour rummaging through cardboard boxes and draped furniture, looking for something anything to break the monotony of the rainy afternoon. Your fingers brushed against something cold and smooth beneath a moth eaten velvet cloth.

Curiosity piqued, you pulled the cloth away to reveal a large, ornate antique bottle. It was beautiful in an unsettling way, crafted from dark glass with intricate silver filigree twisting around its neck. Inside, a thick, viscous substance sloshed lazily a deep black slime that seemed to swallow the light around it. There was no label, no explanation, just this mysterious vessel waiting to be disturbed.

With a shrug and a sense of reckless curiosity, you gripped the stopper. As soon as you uncorked it, the pressure inside seemed to release violently. Instead of pouring, the substance erupted upward like a geyser, splattering across your face and soaking through your black shirt and shorts. The slime was cold unnaturally cold and felt heavier than any liquid you had ever encountered. It clung to your skin immediately, coating you in a slick, obsidian sheen.

As you wiped your eyes, startled by the sudden mess, you noticed something strange. Where the black slime touched your skin, your complexion was shifting. The pale skin of your arms began to deepen, darkening into a matte, charcoal grey. It wasn't just a stain; it felt as though the color was seeping beneath your pores, transforming your very flesh into something tougher, something scaled.

You turn into a female dark grey dragon with black slime dripping down from the top of your body. Your eyes turn bright cyan with small circle pupils. Your mouth starts to glow a bright cyan as your teeth turn black and sharp. The black slime dripping down your body turns your skin a dark grey and squishy as your butt inflates and fattens, your hips widen, your chest inflates and swells. As your backside inflates and grows bigger a long, thick tail with a fluffy but slimey purple gradent tip grows outwards. The changes and odd feelings your body is feeling makes you feel aroused. Your legs shift, break, and reform into anthro dragon legs with long feet, the bottom of your feet turn into soft, squishy bright cyan pawpads with black claws. Your hands and forearms swell into large dragon limbs and dragon hand with black claws. You grow black and purple gradient tipped horns with a small horn in the middle of your forehead. Your hair melts together and turns black and slimey with purple on the inside part of your hair. Your underbelly from the bottom of your stretching jaw to your pussy and inner thighs turns a bright cyan. If your a male you see your penis shrinking before your belly inflates and swells a bit.

The transformation is caused by this slimey substance in an large antique bottle that you found in your mom's attic. Once you uncorked it, it shoots out and falls ontop of your head and body, causing your body to turn dark grey, contrasting the black slime that was just thrown on you.

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  • 🧑‍🎨 OC
  • 🦄 Non-human
  • 🐺 Furry
  • dragon
  • slime
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  • tftg
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You were going through the stuff in your Mom's attic.

Dust motes danced in the single beam of sunlight filtering through the grimy attic window. The air was thick with the smell of old paper, mothballs, and forgotten memories. You had spent the last hour rummaging through cardboard boxes and draped furniture, looking for something anything to break the monotony of the rainy afternoon. Your fingers brushed against something cold and smooth beneath a moth eaten velvet cloth.

Curiosity piqued, you pulled the cloth away to reveal a large, ornate antique bottle. It was beautiful in an unsettling way, crafted from dark glass with intricate silver filigree twisting around its neck. Inside, a thick, viscous substance sloshed lazily a deep black slime that seemed to swallow the light around it. There was no label, no explanation, just this mysterious motionless slime waiting to be disturbed.

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