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Latex Bonding Labs for Leviathan White Dragon by Draconicon

He'd never woken up with this bad a headache before. He'd never woken up completely naked before. And he'd most definitely never woken up with his arms and legs tied down before.

Levi opened his eyes, his heart racing as he pulled at the restraints on his arms and legs, but his most frantic tugs did nothing against the metal restraints. All around him, various scientists milled about, several holding a clear cannister with something white and gooey moving around inside of it. Despite his shouts for an explanation, none of the scientists - at least, he assumed they were scientists, from the lab coats - even spoke to him, let alone explained what was going on.

Finally, he slumped back against his metal table and his restraints. His fear momentarily damped by exhaustion, he finally felt a bit embarrassed. Not for his behavior, but because...well...it was rather embarrassing to be naked in front of everyone like this, particularly after flailing around for so long and making certain 'things' bounce about.

After nearly ten minutes of silence, one of the men walked over to him, bending over until they were nearly face to face. Levi was momentarily reminded of a lens-flare effect from the scientist's glasses before he started talking.

"Good evening. I'm glad you're finally quiet, because that means we can begin the experiment."

"What experiment? Who are you guys?"

"Nothing important. Just stay calm and -"

"How the hell can I stay calm when I'm tied down in a lab like this?!" Levi pulled at the restraints around his wrists again, to no avail. "I was asleep in my bed, and now I'm here. What the hell is going on?"

"Just calm down, and everything -"

"Fuck your calm! Tell me!"

One of the scientists from the foot of the table - who, Levi realized, was getting a perfect view of his balls to his shame - cleared his throat.

"Doctor Herst, perhaps a small explanation is warranted."

"He doesn't need it."

"If it calms him down for the experiment, rather than requiring more medication, I'd say it's worth a try."

"Fuck yeah! Listen to him, I want an explanation!"

The first scientist - this Doctor Herst - sighed.

"Fine. You've been selected -"

"If you mean kidnapped, yes..."

"Selected to be part of an experiment with the living drone project."

"...I've never heard of that."

"That's because we're a secret part of the government. This thing -" Herst pointed to the large cannister. "- is sample specimen #332, dragon sub-class. Normally, we'd be applying these things to our soldiers, but since Vietnam, there's been enough laws passed through Congress to keep us from experimenting on the soldiers directly anymore. Something about cruel and unusual treatment."

"In their defense, Doctor, those experiments caused quite a few problems in the field."

"Yes, but at least we didn't have to deal with people like this."

Doctor Herst flicked him on the forehead, and Levi shook his head after the sharp impact. However, he didn't get a chance to ask another question as the table he was on was tilted upwards, leaned forward until he was almost completely vertical. The cannister was brought forward by two more of the scientists, held up until it was put on a platform above him. Levi stared at it as several mechanical arms pressed against its sides.

"You can't do this! I'm a -"

"You have been specially selected due to a thorough background check. There is nothing in your past to show that you would betray us, nor anyone that is particularly close enough to betray us too. Our secrets are safe, and you - should the experiments fail - will not be missed." Doctor Herst gestured to the mechanics operating the arms. "Begin."

The cannister was wrenched open, and Levi could only stare as the white goo fell down on top of him. It was thick, thicker than half frozen maple syrup as it poured over him, and he could feel every inch of the strange material running down his body. The feeling was almost like what he'd felt in his rare experiments with latex, but...different. Stronger, almost.

It kept flowing down him, and as it ran over his arms and closer to his chest, he saw his arms grow. It seemed impossible, but his arms actually got thicker, bulging in little globes of muscle as the latex material flowed over them. He felt it digging into his arms, like a million little needles, making him itch for the split second before it got into him fully, and then it was replaced with the strange feeling of growth.

As the latex reached his shoulders, Levi shouted to the heavens. The feeling of it digging into him was much stronger, but so was a feeling of something pushing out. With a metal back to him, that didn't feel good at all. Almost like he was being crushed. He threw himself from side to side, hearing a groan of metal being pushed towards it breaking point, and Doctor Herst shouted to the mechanics.

"Open the back panel! Open the back panel!"

Levi had no idea what they meant until the metal at his back split apart, and just in time. As the goo slid down his back, he felt something RIP through his back, and as he flailed in his restraints, he got a slow look back at it.

Wings. He'd grown wings.

Dragon wings...dragon sub-class...I'm becoming -

His thoughts were interrupted as the goo reached his head. Even as his body kept physically growing, tendrils of the weird thing slipped down his ears, up his nose, and even through his mouth. Levi went wide-eyed as it even blindfolded him, leaving him unable to see, unable to talk, barely even able to breathe. He was going to die, he felt. He was going to die, covered up by this -

We meet.

He froze, both in shock and as his body stopped listening to him. The voice was soft, almost gentle, but powerful at the same time. He felt...pressure, in his head, as the tendrils moved around.

We meet...and we merge.

What...what are you?

We are subject #332.

Don't you...don't you have a name?

We are too numerous for a name.

Um...I'm Levi.

It felt so weird to be talking to something in his head, particularly as the semi-pain of having his body converted started to change. It was warmer, more...potent. He didn't really know what to think of it until the latex reached down to his crotch, and then he blushed beneath the goo layer over his face as it started stroking him hard, and then sliding into him.

The odd thrusting feeling down his urethra left him gasping, slumping in his restraints as his insides began to change. He could feel himself growing, getting bigger.

You are...strange, Levi.

What do you...what do you mean?

We were promised a strong host. You are...average. Different. You think of...such strange things. Such powerful things.

Images of old fantasies rose up in Levi's mind, things that ranged from the normal thoughts of sex to full on gang-bangs where everyone was encased in latex suits. The human blushed, but the creature seemed to like it.

Very powerful things.

Have you...never thought of this?

We've never seen it...and now we must experience it.

Levi felt a bit of light shine through the goo, and he realized he could see again, his eyes uncovered. Yet, it felt different, and it took him a moment to realize that he was looking down a snout rather than just down his nose at everyone else.

His body had changed drastically while he was blinded and talking with the specimen. All of his body hair had disappeared, covered over by a scaly form of the goo, which looked like white latex now that it had settled. His head had horns, and his new mouth had sharp teeth. His hands were tipped with claws, and his feet the same. Behind him, under his wings, a powerful tail swayed back and forth, and he could feel that his muscles were far bigger, far more powerful than before.

But more than that, he could feel...he could feel a need inside of him. Levi blushed as he slowly understood what it was. In his fantasies, he'd always felt a metaphorical hunger to be filled, to be used. Somehow, subject #332 had turned that literal, making his hole feel empty, almost painfully so, while his mouth and stomach felt a need to be 'fed' that was most undragonlike.

Doctor Herst - _The Prodder,_according to the specimen - walked up with a cautious smile. He reached up, playing his hand on Levi's new, much thicker thigh.

"Subject #332. Can you hear me?"

Levi's mouth opened on its own.

"Yes."

"Excellent. Free yourself from the bindings, and we'll get on with the tests."

"Maybe if you feed me first."

"Feed - you are a creature of living latex. You don't feed on anything."

"I feed now. I have merged with Levi, and we need feeding."

The other scientists started muttering to each other, something about cross-contamination and unforeseen consequences. Doctor Herst narrowed his eyes, pointing to the ground.

"Subject #332, you will do as I say. Come here -"

Levi wasn't sure how he did it, but somehow, he whipped his tail around hard enough to send the 'good' Doctor flying across the laboratory. Various tables went flying, upset by the knock-back, and all the scientists in the room, regardless of their projects, looked up in shock as Herst hit the ground, unconscious.

As the new dragon Levi, he pulled himself free from the metal restraints, something incredibly simple with his new body. He flexed his hands and rubbed his wrists as he looked at all the men around him. Slowly, the dragon smiled.

"If you'd all drop your pants...I'll be happy to do your experiments once I've fed."

"You mean...you want our -"

"Yes..."

He didn't think he'd ever seen so many pants fall at the same time, and both Subject #332 and Levi grinned. This might not be so bad after all.

The End