This choice: Warning, side effects may be worse than the disease... • Go Back...Chapter #6Big Drag-intosh. by: Unknown Big Mac tasted little more than a bit too much parsley upon erasing the cobbler from existence in three big bites, its flavor disappearing just as quick as the satisfaction it brought him. He opened his mouth to bellow another command, Applejack's shoulders tensing up as she braced herself to hear that fateful word once again, but he only gave have of an 'm' when his stoic expression was rippled with surprise, a hand touching his stomach on instinct at a sudden warmth swelling up deep within.
In a matter of seconds, it seemed as though the cavernous emptiness that was gnawing inside of him had materialized into a massive thanksgiving feast that was still nice and warm, eyes rolling back into their sockets as his head sank back down into the fat of his own neck, a wobbly smile cracking his lips that was partly squished within his cheeks. Applejack watched his brother drift off into that bubbly state in a mix of doubt and amazement, astonished to see him actually stay there, seconds going by where he didn't scream his new favorite word at her, then let herself take what felt like the first deep breath she let had in almost an hour, if not a week. True, a part of her may have still been listening to Murphy's law, begging her not to fall into the tranquility of the scene, to take the chance and run before some corner of tartarus waiting beneath their house opened up and pulled them all under, but she only wanted to cherish the present for as long as she could. For now, as brief a moment it might be, her nightmare had come to an end.
Brief, sadly, was all it was meant to be.
The calm was rippled by a deep, bassy sound, one that she could only guess what its source was. Both of them looked to his enormous middle; it didn't quite sound like the traditional growl for when his overworked stomach was breaking down its endless fills, but a croak mixed between that of a frog's and the skin of a balloon being stretched. A squint of discomfort tightened along Big Mac's face, hand stroking against one of the rolls hanging at his middle's side. Applejack steeled herself, expecting just a little errant of gas, but then he bared his teeth as a groan of genuine pain scratched out from his throat, his hands clamping around the sides of his face.
"Big Mac? Big Mac, what's wrong?!" Applejack came to his side in worry, tenderly taking his arm, but she snapped back in fear when he thrust it back down on his knee, hand knotted into a fist, but the action alone wasn't what startled her. He uncurled his fingers, revealing to her that the tips were stretching out into stiff, claw-like points, and the fur on his arm was rapidly shedding off his arm like red snow, peeling away from a metallic layer of scales covering his skin. Her jaw hanging loose enough for her teeth to start going dry, Applejack glanced up at Big Mac's head, the fur shaving itself away from his face and neck as well, but his mouth and muzzle were stretching in unison to form a more pointed snout, his gritted teeth sharpening out into clean points. A pair of black horns sprouted out through his mane from the top of his head that pointed backwards, a pair of webbed fins unfurling from along the edges of his jawline.
His hooves split apart into reptilian talons that dug into the wooden floor, giving him all the grip he needed to straighten out and haul his indomitable size up. To add injury to even more injury, Big Mac was getting even bigger, his bones stretching to gradually add an extra few feet to his height. He shivered slightly, feeling a tear rip along the crotch of his overalls that let him feel his stomach's underside as it spread along more of the floor, amassing into even more of a gigantic, scaly ball, a wide strip of black armor running up along its surface from his tail to his very chin. A shredding noise tore all around his body as the muscles and lardy tissue in his arms and thighs became to massive for his clothes to conceal, leaving him almost totally naked, save for what would've been a comically large set of apple-decorated boxer shorts that stretched around his mammoth legs almost magically, one of the many foresights courtesy of Rarity in all her cooperation to keep Big Mac clothed.
He hunched forward, having to fight against the size of his middle as the pain tingled along two points on his back. Having backed up against the wall quite some time into his tranformation, Applejack could feel her breakfast try and fight its way back up from her stomach as two bony appendages rose from his shoulders blades in the form of hand-like digits. There didn't stay skinny for long, quick to leech off their mountainous owner's adipose and swaddle themselves in thick paddings of blubber, but the fingers stretched thinner and thinner, a thin webbing of black membrane fusing them together in a draconic set of wings. A wooden crash came from behind him as a wooden chair was crushed beneath a fatty tail springing out from over the crack of his colossal, its spine decorated by a black fin running all the way down his back.
Big Mac barely registered his head bumping against the ceiling and setting cracks in the plaster, nor the front of his stomach impaling the wall with the dining table as it kept on growing outward, but as his rebirth eased towards its end, he could feel the painful shifting and stretching of his skeleton begin to subside, yet still felt a burning heat growing in what was once the demanding void that his belly once housed. When the folds and tips of his wings were both able to touch the floor and ceiling when relaxed, he could feel the last of his bones snap into their new homes inside of him, mind now only focus on a large flame fighting to force its way up is throat. He opened his jaws wide, the orange-maned dragon looking prepared to give his first roar of power to the world... only to belch up a large cloud of red flame, its hue so bright that it resembled energized neon.
His eyelid shot open, pupils shrunken into slits that could pick up the tiniest of movements happening in the room. One in particular was a twitch of an eye nearby, and Big Mac craned his head to the side to see her sister gripping the wall with the backs of her arms and legs, shivering in fear.
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