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Selphie mused on what the GF had just told her, and suddenly wondered if asking him to help her and her friends had been as good an idea as it had originally seemed. The initial changes to her face and limbs held Selphie in a state of unease and worry. But amidst it all was a tinge of lust that pervaded her mind and brought a blush to her changing complexion.

Now the plates and scales had claimed her entire form. An outfit that once been well-fit for Selphie was forced to yield to more drastic changes. A glimpse of her undies had been the result of growing breasts and strained suspenders. Though despite it, Selphie couldn't help but unwillingly caress herself. Her dress constricted in retaliation to her slightly more endowed frame. Selphie found herself trying to balance the best she could in this bowlegged stance, but it was to no avail. She found herself falling forwards. Her skirt swept up to both her embarrassment and relief. Selphie tried to ignore it in favor of bracing herself for the fall.

Unable to properly balance because of changing anatomy, Selphie found herself falling to all fours. Skinny, girlish legs filled out to more impressive dimensions that began to test the elastic of her panties. They pulled tight against her ass, and Selphie couldn't help but feel morbid curiosity and look behind her at the stubby tail above it. However, reason was starting to become harder to maintain in light of the ever-increasing lust. Part of her wanted to give in to what was happening to her. Further expansion of her breasts only served to seduce the girl's carnal desires. Selphie felt felt a mixture of both resistance and acceptance as she gently caressed her chest and tried to push herself back up.

What was she thinking?! Her rational thoughts came back for a moment to remind her that what she was doing was wrong. Desperate to correct her mistake, Selphie tried in vain to pull her skirt back into place, but the whole outfit was now far too small to practically cover Selphie's voluptuous figure. There was a loud rip as Selphie's outfit tore in half. Her favorite outfit, destroyed in mere seconds. Shock and upset were readily apparent on her face while she held the two halves of her dress in hand. All that remained now to cover her shame were the straining bra and panties. Selphie yelped in disbelief. Before her very eyes she watched her figure fill out even more. To the report of her underwear tearing in protest to a rack and hips that continued to grow. And as much as Selphie wanted to deny it, feeling the sundered fabric pulled against her scales made her mind begin to cave to the lust again.

She felt in a daze. Mind straddling between the reason that told her not to strip herself naked, and the temptation of lust and pleasure that the changes were encouraging. Her breasts surged to their final size; squished and spilling out of a bra that was about ready to fly apart. Try as she might, Selphie felt herself losing against her body's needs.

Selphie's lower body went bowlegged as her hips grew one final time. Her arms moved to reach for the fabric currently grinding against her aching cunt. She stiffened her extremities in the hopes that she could keep them from pulling at her underwear, but they refused to obey her modest protests, and grabbed at her panties until they began to give out.

"No....." Selphie moaned out. Staring ahead with a guilty, lust-glazed expression.

She pulled and tore at the panties, finally able to remove them just in time for the explosive growth of wings. Between that and her sudden motions, Selphie's bra had no chance. It tore apart and let loose a pair of jiggling breasts. The dragoness mischievously giggled, proud of how sexy she was becoming, but at the same time relieved that her body was no longer being constricted.

A last tinge of resistance gripped Selphie's mind, she half-succeeded at resisting the urge to squeeze her breasts. Compromising instead by gently squishing them together. A guilty moan denoted the last of her modesty. The pleasure, her new form, the mental struggle. It was all so overwhelming, dizzying to the point that Selphie could only muster enough willpower to pry one hand away from her breasts. She used the free hand to brace herself to her knees and hopefully divert the shameful desire to masturbate.

"I shouldn't be doing this......but it feels so good. I......' Her train of thought drifted away as she cupped her breast and traced a claw across her perky nipple to the result of a guilty moan. She was enthralled, intoxicated. It felt so good, so right.....

She fell to all fours again, this time reveling in the pleasure of her new form. Dainty claws slipped into her warm folds, and Selphie moaned again with no sign of guilt present this time. Finally accepting what she had become. Selphie's breasts swayed and jiggled as she used one hand to push herself back up, the other dug even further into her wet cunt. She was loving this! Loving being on the ground like an animal, her tail raised high into the air as if beckoning someone to mate her. Her breasts bounced, her thrusts became more vigorous, and her eyes rolled back. She was almost there, she could feel it!

Such pleasure! Why had she always denied herself this? Fluids splashed against her claws, and what could be best described as a lewd roar bellowed from Selphie's maw as the dragoness experienced her very first orgasm. Her mind settled back to its pre-tf state, leaving Selphie confused, scared, but strangely empowered. She tried to make sense of all of it, to come to terms with what had just happened to her, trying to drown out all the negativity of no longer being human and all the troubles such a status would eventually bring. If this is what it took to keep the world that she loved so much safe, then perhaps such a fate wasn't so bad after all. For the first time since the success of the Garden Festival, Selphie felt hope.