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Morghus has had a great time wearing Draytex at the convention, but now the living dragon suit has decided to take things a step further by letting Morghus experience his first transformation! Of course, Draytex won’t be able to resist trolling him a little.

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Here's part 2, where the real fun begins! I invested in some improved grammar & proofreading software when working on this one, so would love to hear if anyone notices any differences between this and part 1.

Here are links to parts 1 and 3

This story was inspired by a sequence that I commissioned from danilokumriolu and features Morghus as Draytex’s temporary wearer. You can find the original image submission here: www.furaffinity.net/view/51244…

Please read the pdf for the best formatting!

    It hadn't just been a dream, right?
    That was the first thought that went through Morghus’s mind as he woke up in his hotel room. His tired mind foggily recalled wearing a living dragon suit on the first day of the convention, but it all seemed too good to be true. However, when he saw the latex dragon suit draped over a nearby chair, all of his doubts quickly faded.
    For a moment, Morghus simply stared at Draytex as his brain reconciled with the strange reality he was living in. Just a few years ago, he would never have believed that living suits could actually exist, but now he was sharing a room with one. The rediscovery of magic had turned everything on its head.
    Draytex's latex body began to stir, seemingly because it sensed that Morghus was awake. Still hanging over the chair, the living suit stretched, yawned, and then opened its eyes. "Morning! You seemed to sleep well," Draytex said in a cheerful tone from his ridiculous position.
    "Good morning!" Morghus replied while trying to match Draytex's energy. After a moment, he became curious about the dragon suit’s wake-up routine. "Just wondering, do you really need to sleep or yawn? You don’t even have lungs or a proper body."
    "You're asking some pretty deep questions for someone who just woke up!" Draytex replied while grinning trollishly.
    Sighing with exasperation, Morghus decided that the living suit did have a point. He climbed out of bed and began getting ready for the second day of the weirdest convention experience of his life. This time around, Morghus was determined to wear Draytex for much longer than the measly four hours he had done the previous day, so he did everything he could think of to prepare himself. He showered, brushed his teeth, and ate a large breakfast at the hotel’s buffet.
    It took him a lot of effort to keep himself from rushing because his desire to climb inside Draytex again was nearly overpowering. Being surrounded and embraced by the tight living suit had felt incredibly calming, but the touch of its latex against his skin had also felt oddly stimulating. It was a weird set of conflicting sensations that were addictive when put together.
    Of course, the highlight of the previous day had been wearing Draytex's wings around his arms! Just thinking about it made Morghus feel giddy. There was also a chance that Draytex had collected enough energy for a transformation so that the wings might become real this time!
    When Morghus returned to his hotel room, he found Draytex lounging on the bed. The living suit immediately smiled when it saw him and said, “There you are! I hope you're ready because I plan to make today even more fun!” Its rubbery tail twitched with excitement.
    “Will it involve wings again?” Morghus asked with a grin. He couldn’t help but appreciate Draytex’s enthusiasm.
    “You love wings so much that I couldn’t possibly give up a chance to be fueled by your love of them!” Draytex laughed before continuing with a slightly more serious look. “This time will be different, however. I was able to gather enough energy yesterday for a partial transformation.”
    Morghus's heart raced with excitement at Draytex's words. “Partial transformation? Do you mean you can turn me into an anthro dragon?”
    “Pretty much! I’ll be reducing the transformation’s cost by skipping a few details,” Draytex explained, propping up his head with one paw as he continued to speak. “Still, I have to say that you were pretty impressive yesterday! Pressing your wing buttons generated a lot of delicious energy for me; that's why I'll be able to do this after only being worn for a few hours.”
    “So… will I get to have real wings?” Morghus asked hesitantly. Becoming a dragon was great, but he couldn't help but worry that a partial transformation could mean missing out on some vital part of the experience.
    “For the most part!” Draytex explained while grinning. “I can lengthen your fingers to fit my wings like gloves, but technically, you’ll use my membranes.”
    “That might feel just as good as the real thing,” Morghus mused as he recalled just how well Draytex fit him as a human. The living suit’s ability to adapt and move with its wearer was astonishing.
    “First, There are some conditions I want to set,” Draytex said with a devious smile. “Host transformations are tiring and will only last while you wear me. I’ll want you to wear me all day to get maximum mileage out of this.”
    “All day…?” Morghus frowned as he considered the implications. “What about eating? And using the bathroom?”
    “There will be no secrets between the suit and host today!” Draytex teasingly declared, clearly enjoying Morghus’ conflicted expression.
    “But… but… gah!” Morghus groaned in defeat. No matter how weird this got, there was no way he could miss out on a chance to experience a dragon transformation. Plus, the idea of being stuck wearing Draytex all day felt strangely appealing.
    Grinning ear to ear, Dratyex sat up on the bed and pulled his zipper open. “Excellent! I’m ready whenever you are.”
    After removing his clothes, Morghus walked over to Draytex and inserted his legs into the living suit’s zipper. As the smooth latex embraced his skin, he found it increasingly difficult to keep himself from shaking with excitement as he thought about the coming transformation.
    “Oh, make sure you slide your arms into my wings this time; I have a surprise planned…” Draytex said in a devious tone.
    Not needing further convincing to do anything wing-related, Morghus did as Draytex instructed him. After his human hands were helplessly trapped within Draytex’s wings, the living suit used its still-empty arms to slide its mask over Morghus’s head. Then, the zipper closed on its own, sealing him inside.
    Morghus couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh as he felt Draytex's gentle embrace around his entire body. The only parts of the suit that weren’t skin-tight were the wings and where the holes for the arms and tail were, but the coming transformation would solve that issue.
    “Alright, let’s get comfortable since this is your first transformation,” Draytex said just before taking over and gently laying the two of them down on the hotel bed. “Now, just relax. It’ll feel weird, but there is nothing to fear.”
    The living latex suit began to feel warmer against Morghus’ skin, or at least that was the best he could have described the sensation. It didn’t feel like physical heat; instead, it seemed like some sort of otherworldly energy that he had never sensed before. The energy began to seep through Morghus’ skin and build within his body.
    Morghus gasped as he suddenly felt alien sensations pulsing through his body. His muscles twitched, bones began quietly popping, and limbs grew larger. It felt like he was too small for all the energy that Draytex was filling him with, and it was forcing him to expand into a proper vessel. The sensations weren’t painful, but Morghus could not do anything but helplessly writhe on the bed as he was reshaped into a form more befitting of Draytex’s host.
    “Oh fu…ack!” Morghus’s words were interrupted as his face suddenly pushed outwards into a more draconic shape. He then felt his teeth sharpen and his tongue lengthen. At the same time, a reptilian tail began extending from his tailbone while his legs began restructuring for a digitigrade stance. Horns, pointed ears, and spines grew from Morghus’ skull, replacing the padded and inflated parts that had previously filled out these features for Draytex.
    The insides of Draytex’s mask briefly pushed into Morghus’ mouth, threatening to encase his throat and tongue; however, when Morghus gagged and shook his head to show his discomfort, the latex retreated and left only the former human’s teeth surrounded with rubber. Even amid his transformation, Morghus couldn’t help but be thankful that Draytex was considerate enough to adjust things on the fly to keep him comfortable.
    Despite the intense sensations competing for Morghus’ attention, he couldn’t help but pay special attention to his arms’ metamorphosis into wings. His shoulders rotated slightly backward, his muscles visibly thickened, and his palms grew enormous. However, the most significant change happened to his fingers. They grew longer and longer as they filled out Draytex’s wings. It felt like his hands were sliding into gloves, but the sensation never seemed to end because the gloves were so massive.
    The sensations peaked as Morghus’ transforming body fully filled out Draytex’s rubbery skin. It felt like the living suit began fighting to contain its host’s growth as its latex stretched, strained, and squeezed him back. However, moments later, the forces reshaping Morghus’s body faded, and the latex relaxed against its hosts’ skin.
    Gasping for breath as he tried to recover from the intense transformation, Morghus hesitantly lifted one of his wings and stared at it. His brain hadn’t quite registered that he had been transformed into an anthropomorphic dragon, even though he could feel his altered body. However, a smile quickly formed on his draconic face as he experimentally moved his elongated fingers.
    Suddenly feeling desperate to look in a mirror, Morghus scrambled out of bed. The sounds of stretching and squeaking latex echoed through the room with every movement he made, making it clear that Draytex had effectively become his second skin instead of just being a costume this time. Morghus nearly tripped because of his new digitigrade feet but managed to get into the bathroom without causing any damage to himself or the hotel room.
    Just like the last time he had worn Draytex, he saw only a shiny red dragon in the mirror, but now the red dragon's movements and expression perfectly mirrored his own. This time, he wasn’t just a human in a dragon-shaped, albeit living, costume. Now, he was a dragon who just happened to be covered in living latex. The toothy maw, wings, and tail were all his!
    However, Morghus’s elation came crashing down when he realized something significant was missing. “Draytex, where are our arms?” Morghus asked, not quite able to appreciate the first words from his draconic mouth because of the predicament he had found himself in.
    “I was wondering when you would finally notice!” Draytex whispered into his host’s ear without moving their jaw. Devious amusement was evident in his voice. “This is what I meant by partial transformation. Not having to grow another set of limbs saved me so much energy!”
    “Draytex!” Morghus yelled at their reflection while feeling very conflicted. He loved wings, but this was going to be so inconvenient!
    “Oh, but aren’t you more of a fan of wyverns than dragons?” Draytex teased. “I figured I would surprise you with a form a bit closer to the one you no doubt spent so much time daydreaming about!”
    “But… we’re at a convention! How am I going to open doors or eat!?” Morghus protested while feeling increasingly flustered.
    “Oh, how would I know? I’m not a wyvern!” Draytex mercilessly taunted. “I’m wondering about how you’ll handle living without hands. Don’t worry; I plan to bring my arms back when it is my turn to be in control, so you can always switch with me if you need them!”
    Morghus looked at his wings and whined as he realized what Draytex was doing to him. This trick would have been terrible to play on almost anyone else, but Morghus had spent an absurd amount of time trying to imagine how he would deal with this exact scenario. Draytex was messing with him by giving him precisely what he wanted!
    How had Draytex known about his fantasies? Had Darion given him hints, or had he guessed? Maybe Draytex had figured it out because he could literally taste emotions? The one thing that Morghus knew for sure was that the living suit would undoubtedly have an emotional buffet to feed on if it intended to keep him like this!
    “Tell you what, I promise that I’ll let you experience something special if you manage to last all day like this, not counting my turns at being in control,” Draytex whispered in a more soothing tone. “I was able to turn you into this with just a few hours of fuel, so just think about what I'll be able to do with a day's worth. You’re feeding me tons of energy right now, and I have a feeling you aren’t going to calm down any time soon…”
    “Gahhhh, alright!” Morghus agreed while doing his best to at least seem upset, though he doubted that he was fooling Draytex. He didn’t want to ask for his arms back; the promise of a prize was just going to help him try to last longer.
    Once the initial shock faded, Morghus couldn’t help but bask in the sensation of being an anthro wyvern. First, he tried stretching out his wings, and he couldn’t help but giggle delightedly as he felt their membranes go taut for the first time. Then, for several minutes, he simply tried out various poses in front of the mirror as he happily moved and flexed his wings.
    Morghus finally managed to pull his focus away from his wings and look at the rest of his transformed body. He had a long, sinuous tail, a pointed snout, digitigrade legs, reptilian toes, and so many other beautiful features that it was hard to figure out which part to experiment with first.
    "Don't forget, there is an entire convention out there!" Draytex whispered in an amused tone after his host had spent over ten minutes looking at and experimenting with various aspects of his wyvern form.
    Morghus responded by sticking out his reptilian tongue at their reflection, but he couldn't suppress his goofy smile despite Draytex’s ribbing. Having the body of an anthro wyvern had him so ecstatic that he just couldn't be mad at the trollish living suit.
    After another minute or two of appreciating his new form, Morghus finally started preparing to return to the convention lobby. However, doing this without proper hands was just as silly and frustrating as he had imagined. It took him nearly five minutes just to pick up his convention badge with his wing thumbs, and then he had to spend another five minutes awkwardly working the lanyard around his draconic horns, crest, ears, and snout.
    Fishing his wallet and room key out of his discarded pants was nearly as tricky as dealing with the lanyard. Human pockets were so tiny! Eventually, he managed to extract the items by using a combination of his wings and his teeth. Mercifully, Draytex created hidden pockets for Morghus to store his belongings in because even though the living suit was a tease, it still wanted its host to enjoy the convention.
    With all his belongings gathered, Morghus found one final obstacle to overcome: his hotel room's door. Much to his relief, it had a handle instead of a doorknob, but pushing it down with his giant wings proved challenging. After several failed attempts, he grabbed it with his much more dexterous draconic toes and finally pushed the door open! However, his sense of victory was short-lived because he unceremoniously tumbled through the door and landed on the floor in a tangled mess of rubbery wings.
    "Ugh, at least no one else saw that," Morghus said as he stood up and closed the door. He couldn't help but notice Draytex twitching against his skin, which he had begun to suspect was a sign that the living suit was struggling to contain its laughter.
    "Hey, maybe you should try being a wyvern when your turn comes along," Morghus muttered with a smile as he headed for the elevator. As he approached it, he hoped that someone else would operate the buttons for him.
    "Nope, I think I'll plan to have arms for now!" Draytex cheerfully replied into its host's ears.
    The reaction to their presence at the convention’s lobby was immediate. Even though a handful of other people at the convention were also using magic to look like ‘real’ furries, anthro wyverns were nearly unheard of. With Draytex’s exotic, shiny skin added to the equation, the result was a crowd of fascinated and curious onlookers.
    Taking a page from Draytex's antics during the previous day, Morghus only vaguely confirmed that the suit was magical and then proceeded to have all the fun he could. He eagerly posed for pictures and offered wing hugs to anyone who looked at him. Hugging people with real wyvern wings turned out to be amazing! The feeling of completely enveloping a person in a tight, rubbery embrace was an intense but calming experience for both participants.
    "You're planning to winghug everyone at the convention, aren't you?" Draytex amusedly asked Morghus, whispering into his ears. The transformation left this as the only way for the living suit to talk to him without taking control now.
    "I have to make sure that the world knows that wyvern hugs are superior!" Morghus spiritedly replied. Since he couldn't whisper like Draytex, he tried to talk with his face turned away from the crowd.
    "You're having so much fun that I'll delay my turn for a while!" Draytex laughed while giving Morghus a light squeeze. The sudden movement from his second skin made Morghus yelp in surprise; he still wasn't quite used to wearing a living suit!
    After taking a moment to recompose himself, Morghus gave out a few more wing hugs to their fans before moving deeper into the building. As much fun as it was to interact with people enamored by Draytex and Morghus' wyvern form, there were other things that he intended to do today. He had arrived too late yesterday to check out the marketplace and Artist Alley, so now he had to make up for lost time. A lack of hands wasn’t going to prevent him from attending.
    Browsing the art booths as an anthro wyvern was fun in a completely different way than garnering attention at the main convention hall. Several artists asked Morghus to pose his wings in various ways so that they could take reference pictures for future drawings. A fursuit maker even asked him who in the world had made his wyvern suit.
    “Sorry, I’m borrowing this guy from a friend, so I don’t know the details aside from that magic or something like it is involved,” Morghus answered with a tinge of sadness. A part of him wished he could give more information than that because he wanted to see more suits like Draytex.
    “The world isn’t ready for more of me anyway…” Draytex whispered deviously as they continued walking through the marketplace.
    “How were you created anyway?” Morghus asked as quietly as he could. “Darion never really said much about the details.”
    “For now, let’s just say that I split off from a very repressed dragon spirit,” Draytex replied with a hint of smugness before changing the subject. “I’m just curious, though. How are you going to buy any art with those useless wings of yours?”
    This was a problem that Morghus had actually been puzzling over ever since he arrived in the marketplace. “Uhh, I’ll figure something out.”
    “You’ll probably knock over some poor artist’s display while you fumble to get your wallet,” Draytex teasingly pointed out. “After that, you’ll probably accidentally crush whatever you buy. Perhaps you should ask a sexy dragon who happens to have arms to help you…”
    “Ugh!” Morghus groaned at Draytex’s antics, but he knew the living suit was right. “Alright, let me just go someplace so we can switch.”
    “Better hurry or I might just make a scene by hijacking you right now…”
    Not entirely sure whether Draytex was kidding or not, Morghus hurried to find someplace to trade control. After a few minutes, he discovered a deserted conference room and closed the door. Satisfied that they were alone, Morghus took a deep breath as he tried to steady himself. "Alright, I'm ready."
    "It will be more intense this time because of the transformation," Draytex said as he gently squeezed Morghus to reassure him. "I'll also be taking full control this time because I'd like you to get used to the experience. It will help prepare you for my gift tonight."
    Before Morghus could ask the living suit what it meant, he gasped as he felt Draytex suddenly squeeze his body from every conceivable angle. Then, like a puppet with cut strings, Morghus felt his muscles go limp. He would have toppled over to the floor if the living latex dragon wasn't holding him up. Then, he felt Draytex gradually take complete physical control of his traitorous limbs, which seemed eager to move however the living suit desired.
    Even though Morghus had allowed Draytex to take control several times during the previous day, the sheer dominance over his body that the living dragon suit was suddenly demonstrating was shocking. This time, even parts of his body that Draytex wasn’t physically touching, such as his eyes and tongue, seemed to move under his control. Only the combination of the trust they shared and how strangely pleasant Draytex’s control felt kept Morghus from panicking as he felt himself becoming a passenger within his own body.
    Over the next few moments, Draytex began walking around and stretching as he gently asserted control over their movements. At the same time, Morghus felt their wings get pulled back slightly as two rubbery lumps developed on their shoulders. The two lumps then ballooned outwards and grew until they transformed into the two arms that Draytex had hidden earlier in the day. Much to Morghus' surprise, he could feel the arms as if they were his own, even though he was reasonably sure they were empty.
    "There we go. It is nice to have arms again," Draytex grinned, and Morghus was shocked to realize that his entire face, including his tongue, had moved when the dragon spoke. It was like his body was just a part of Draytex now. "I didn't grow you another pair of limbs since I want to save energy, but I'm making sure that you can feel these so that you get a nice reminder about what you're missing as a wyvern..."
    Morghus tried to grumble in response to Draytex's taunting but found it difficult to do so while the living suit was in the driver's seat. Only the most critical parts of his body, such as his heart and lungs, still seemed to be controlled by his brain. The helplessness he had felt the previous day was nothing compared to what he was experiencing now. However, the bizarre sense of relaxation and liberation that came with handing over control was also magnified.
    Seeming to be quite aware of Morghus' conflicted feelings, Draytex chuckled and then closed their wings over themselves in a tight hug to reassure his host. Morghus sighed happily and closed his eyes as the wing hug helped him feel safe and protected. Draytex always seemed to know precisely which of his buttons needed pressing.
    "This level of control might seem extreme for you, but I am considering it a fair trade since this is very similar to how much control you've had over me during the last two hours," Draytex explained, now using a more soothing tone. "Though, it can be pretty relaxing just to let someone else be in charge for a while, right? Don't worry; I'll give you the keys back if I sense distress from you or if you tap me with a wing."
    Experimentally, Morghus tried controlling their wings and found that he could move them with some effort. He couldn’t do much, but it was enough that he could touch their body if he needed to. The option to use this as a safety signal if there was a problem felt very reassuring.
    "Alright, time for some shopping!" Suddenly, they were walking back towards the marketplace, and all Morghus could do was watch helplessly through the anthro dragon's eyes. However, as they walked, he realized that Draytex was moving utterly differently from how Morghus had been walking as an anthro. Their wings were elegantly positioned, and their tail swayed gracefully with every step. Every aspect of how Draytex walked through the crowd exuded confidence and pride.
    Was Draytex trying to show him the proper way to walk as a dragon? Or perhaps the dragon suit was showing off because it thought having arms was superior.
    Several people who recognized Draytex did a double take when they saw that they had arms again, and a few others noticed his dramatically different bearing. The way their voice had also changed made some wonder if two different people in shiny red dragon suits were roaming the convention. However, Draytex simply explained it away with a smile as he browsed the marketplace.
    Much to Morghus’ surprise, Draytex seemed to gravitate towards the art its host was the most interested in. The living suit seemed so attuned to Morghus’ emotions that they didn’t need to exchange words to know what to buy. After a few purchases, Morghus began worrying that Draytex might spend too much of his money, but the living suit seemed to be able to sense this as well. Much to Morghus’ astonishment, the Draytex produced a different credit card from some hidden location and started using it instead.
    “Some gifts for being such a good host,” Draytex explained with a smile when they were out of earshot. “This is Darion’s money, but I’ll pay him back with some extra dragon time or something later.”
    They spent over an hour browsing the marketplace and making purchases before Draytex wandered back into the main convention hall. Morghus wondered if they were heading to some event next, only to panic when he realized they were heading for the hotel’s exit!
    Draytex chuckled when he felt Morghus trying to squirm. “Are you worried about being seen outside of the convention? I’m just heading to a nearby restaurant to get some food for you. I have to keep my host well-fed after all.”
    Somehow, it was only then that Morghus realized that he really did feel hungry, and he wondered how Draytex had noticed it before he did. Still, the idea of being seen in public wearing a living dragon suit made him more than a little anxious, and Morghus began to wonder if he should use his safety signal to stop Draytex before it was too late.
    “Remember, you need to wear me all day if you want to get the reward that I promised,” Draytex teased after sensing what Morghus was thinking of doing. Mercifully, though, the living suit stopped walking to ensure it wasn’t pushing Morghus too far outside his comfort zone. “You’ll need me to get the food for you unless you want to somehow buy and carry something just with those wings.”
    After spending a few moments thinking and collecting himself, Morghus sighed and tried to relax. Even if his transformation was temporary, it didn’t seem right for a dragon to worry about other people’s opinions, so he needed to be able to stride through crowds without fear. Plus, he knew he would regret it if he missed out on the prize that Draytex kept mentioning. There was a slight chance that Draytex would be able to do a full dragon transformation if he didn’t give up!
    Sensing that Morghus had calmed down, Draytex finally walked through the hotel’s front door. Morghus couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw that there were plenty of fursuiters outside to distract some attention away from him. In addition, a few restaurants were just a short distance from the venue, so they wouldn’t need to walk far. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he had thought.
    "Let's see, do you want pizza, burritos, or subs?" Draytex asked aloud as he surveyed the options. Furrowing his brow, Morghus wondered how he was supposed to tell the living suit that he was in the mood for a burrito when he couldn't speak, but much to his surprise, Draytex quickly turned towards the correct restaurant. It couldn’t read his thoughts, right?!
    Chuckling at his host's amazement, Draytex walked into the restaurant and headed straight for the lunch line. All eyes in the store immediately turned toward the rubbery dragon, and hushed conversations started as various groups discussed the costume and the person wearing it. Morghus, still transformed and helplessly being puppeted by the living suit, couldn't help but cringe inwardly. They would just think he was wearing a very realistic costume, right?
    Everyone's surprise was replaced with outright shock when Draytex ordered a meal as if it was normal for a dragon costume to have a perfectly articulated jaw, tongue, and facial structure. The server stared in shock for a few moments before starting the order and then finally asked the question that everyone had on their minds: "How... is your mask moving that realistically?"
    "Maybe it is magic, or maybe I'm a real dragon that's pretending to be wearing a costume," Draytex replied slyly while stretching their wings to demonstrate that his mask wasn't the only hyperrealistic aspect of him. The server released a surprised 'eep!' and put Morghus' burrito together as quickly as possible. Somewhere in the store, someone muttered that furries and magic were a dangerous combination.
    After paying for and collecting the meal, Draytex quickly headed toward their hotel room. The dragon suit's grin seemed to grow wider as they walked, and Morghus had a sinking feeling that he knew precisely what his companion was planning. His suspicions were confirmed when Draytex set the meal on a table and then reabsorbed its arms, changing their form back into an anthro wyvern.
    "So, I was thinking that you'd prefer to eat your food yourself instead of being fed by me, so I'm handing you back control," Draytex said with a grin before relaxing his grip on Morghus' body.
    After staggering for a moment as he got used to standing on his own again, Morghus looked at the takeout bag and groaned. "You just wanted to watch me struggle to eat with these wings, don't you?"
    "I'm certainly going to enjoy this, but let's face it: you love wings so much that you want to use them for everything, no matter how impractical," Draytex teasingly replied, whispering into his hapless host's ears. "I'm doing you a favor by letting you experience so many things as a wyvern! In any case, you should hurry before your food gets cold..."
    Morghus couldn't help but let out a very undignified whine, unbefitting of a dragon. Once again, Draytex had proven that it knew exactly how to press its host’s buttons. The human-turned-wyvern sat at the table and tried to figure out how he would do this without making a huge mess.
    Trying to eat food with his wings quickly made Morghus feel like he was wearing boxing gloves. The individual wing fingers were so long that he couldn't use them, so the only tools he had to work with were his knuckles and thumbs. Thankfully, his thumbs had claws, so he was able to use them to extract the burrito from its bag and wrapper.
    Once he had freed the burrito, Morghus carefully pinned it between both wings and lifted it to his mouth. That's when he realized he needed to figure out how to eat food with Draytex's draconic maw. Biting wasn't a problem, but his pointed teeth weren't designed for grinding food like a human’s.
    Eventually, Morghus settled upon taking one bite at a time and carefully chewing as well as he could. After every few bites, he had to set the burrito back down on the table and reposition his grip for the next bite. After doing this a few times, he thought he had nailed the process down, but the meal almost ended in disaster when Morghus' grip slipped. He had to quickly stop his food from falling onto the floor by blocking it with his snout. However, his quick reaction didn't stop some of his rice and beans from spilling all over the table.
    Sighing in dismay, Morghus gulped down the rest of the burrito and then tried his best to sweep the mess into a trash can with his wings. His attempt at cleaning was only partially successful, but he decided it would be the best he could do with what he had available.
    The living suit, which had been doing its best to remain quiet while Morghus ate, giggled. “Well, I admit that you did better than I expected!”
    Even though Morghus only grumbled in response, he couldn’t be mad at Draytex for putting him through this. Trying to eat human food as a wyvern had been kind of fun. The real issue was that it was only a little past noon now, so he still had hours and hours of this to deal with before he got the reward that Draytex kept dangling in front of him. That meant roughly five more hours of being a hapless anthro wyvern and the same amount of time with Draytex in total control.
    Morghus couldn’t help but giggle expectantly because this was already the most fun he could remember ever having in a single day.

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Description

Morghus has had a great time wearing Draytex at the convention, but now the living dragon suit has decided to take things a step further by letting Morghus experience his first transformation! Of course, Draytex won’t be able to resist trolling him a little.

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Here's part 2, where the real fun begins! I invested in some improved grammar & proofreading software when working on this one, so would love to hear if anyone notices any differences between this and part 1.

Here are links to parts 1 and 3

This story was inspired by a sequence that I commissioned from danilokumriolu and features Morghus as Draytex’s temporary wearer. You can find the original image submission here: www.furaffinity.net/view/51244…

Please read the pdf for the best formatting!

    It hadn't just been a dream, right?
    That was the first thought that went through Morghus’s mind as he woke up in his hotel room. His tired mind foggily recalled wearing a living dragon suit on the first day of the convention, but it all seemed too good to be true. However, when he saw the latex dragon suit draped over a nearby chair, all of his doubts quickly faded.
    For a moment, Morghus simply stared at Draytex as his brain reconciled with the strange reality he was living in. Just a few years ago, he would never have believed that living suits could actually exist, but now he was sharing a room with one. The rediscovery of magic had turned everything on its head.
    Draytex's latex body began to stir, seemingly because it sensed that Morghus was awake. Still hanging over the chair, the living suit stretched, yawned, and then opened its eyes. "Morning! You seemed to sleep well," Draytex said in a cheerful tone from his ridiculous position.
    "Good morning!" Morghus replied while trying to match Draytex's energy. After a moment, he became curious about the dragon suit’s wake-up routine. "Just wondering, do you really need to sleep or yawn? You don’t even have lungs or a proper body."
    "You're asking some pretty deep questions for someone who just woke up!" Draytex replied while grinning trollishly.
    Sighing with exasperation, Morghus decided that the living suit did have a point. He climbed out of bed and began getting ready for the second day of the weirdest convention experience of his life. This time around, Morghus was determined to wear Draytex for much longer than the measly four hours he had done the previous day, so he did everything he could think of to prepare himself. He showered, brushed his teeth, and ate a large breakfast at the hotel’s buffet.
    It took him a lot of effort to keep himself from rushing because his desire to climb inside Draytex again was nearly overpowering. Being surrounded and embraced by the tight living suit had felt incredibly calming, but the touch of its latex against his skin had also felt oddly stimulating. It was a weird set of conflicting sensations that were addictive when put together.
    Of course, the highlight of the previous day had been wearing Draytex's wings around his arms! Just thinking about it made Morghus feel giddy. There was also a chance that Draytex had collected enough energy for a transformation so that the wings might become real this time!
    When Morghus returned to his hotel room, he found Draytex lounging on the bed. The living suit immediately smiled when it saw him and said, “There you are! I hope you're ready because I plan to make today even more fun!” Its rubbery tail twitched with excitement.
    “Will it involve wings again?” Morghus asked with a grin. He couldn’t help but appreciate Draytex’s enthusiasm.
    “You love wings so much that I couldn’t possibly give up a chance to be fueled by your love of them!” Draytex laughed before continuing with a slightly more serious look. “This time will be different, however. I was able to gather enough energy yesterday for a partial transformation.”
    Morghus's heart raced with excitement at Draytex's words. “Partial transformation? Do you mean you can turn me into an anthro dragon?”
    “Pretty much! I’ll be reducing the transformation’s cost by skipping a few details,” Draytex explained, propping up his head with one paw as he continued to speak. “Still, I have to say that you were pretty impressive yesterday! Pressing your wing buttons generated a lot of delicious energy for me; that's why I'll be able to do this after only being worn for a few hours.”
    “So… will I get to have real wings?” Morghus asked hesitantly. Becoming a dragon was great, but he couldn't help but worry that a partial transformation could mean missing out on some vital part of the experience.
    “For the most part!” Draytex explained while grinning. “I can lengthen your fingers to fit my wings like gloves, but technically, you’ll use my membranes.”
    “That might feel just as good as the real thing,” Morghus mused as he recalled just how well Draytex fit him as a human. The living suit’s ability to adapt and move with its wearer was astonishing.
    “First, There are some conditions I want to set,” Draytex said with a devious smile. “Host transformations are tiring and will only last while you wear me. I’ll want you to wear me all day to get maximum mileage out of this.”
    “All day…?” Morghus frowned as he considered the implications. “What about eating? And using the bathroom?”
    “There will be no secrets between the suit and host today!” Draytex teasingly declared, clearly enjoying Morghus’ conflicted expression.
    “But… but… gah!” Morghus groaned in defeat. No matter how weird this got, there was no way he could miss out on a chance to experience a dragon transformation. Plus, the idea of being stuck wearing Draytex all day felt strangely appealing.
    Grinning ear to ear, Dratyex sat up on the bed and pulled his zipper open. “Excellent! I’m ready whenever you are.”
    After removing his clothes, Morghus walked over to Draytex and inserted his legs into the living suit’s zipper. As the smooth latex embraced his skin, he found it increasingly difficult to keep himself from shaking with excitement as he thought about the coming transformation.
    “Oh, make sure you slide your arms into my wings this time; I have a surprise planned…” Draytex said in a devious tone.
    Not needing further convincing to do anything wing-related, Morghus did as Draytex instructed him. After his human hands were helplessly trapped within Draytex’s wings, the living suit used its still-empty arms to slide its mask over Morghus’s head. Then, the zipper closed on its own, sealing him inside.
    Morghus couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh as he felt Draytex's gentle embrace around his entire body. The only parts of the suit that weren’t skin-tight were the wings and where the holes for the arms and tail were, but the coming transformation would solve that issue.
    “Alright, let’s get comfortable since this is your first transformation,” Draytex said just before taking over and gently laying the two of them down on the hotel bed. “Now, just relax. It’ll feel weird, but there is nothing to fear.”
    The living latex suit began to feel warmer against Morghus’ skin, or at least that was the best he could have described the sensation. It didn’t feel like physical heat; instead, it seemed like some sort of otherworldly energy that he had never sensed before. The energy began to seep through Morghus’ skin and build within his body.
    Morghus gasped as he suddenly felt alien sensations pulsing through his body. His muscles twitched, bones began quietly popping, and limbs grew larger. It felt like he was too small for all the energy that Draytex was filling him with, and it was forcing him to expand into a proper vessel. The sensations weren’t painful, but Morghus could not do anything but helplessly writhe on the bed as he was reshaped into a form more befitting of Draytex’s host.
    “Oh fu…ack!” Morghus’s words were interrupted as his face suddenly pushed outwards into a more draconic shape. He then felt his teeth sharpen and his tongue lengthen. At the same time, a reptilian tail began extending from his tailbone while his legs began restructuring for a digitigrade stance. Horns, pointed ears, and spines grew from Morghus’ skull, replacing the padded and inflated parts that had previously filled out these features for Draytex.
    The insides of Draytex’s mask briefly pushed into Morghus’ mouth, threatening to encase his throat and tongue; however, when Morghus gagged and shook his head to show his discomfort, the latex retreated and left only the former human’s teeth surrounded with rubber. Even amid his transformation, Morghus couldn’t help but be thankful that Draytex was considerate enough to adjust things on the fly to keep him comfortable.
    Despite the intense sensations competing for Morghus’ attention, he couldn’t help but pay special attention to his arms’ metamorphosis into wings. His shoulders rotated slightly backward, his muscles visibly thickened, and his palms grew enormous. However, the most significant change happened to his fingers. They grew longer and longer as they filled out Draytex’s wings. It felt like his hands were sliding into gloves, but the sensation never seemed to end because the gloves were so massive.
    The sensations peaked as Morghus’ transforming body fully filled out Draytex’s rubbery skin. It felt like the living suit began fighting to contain its host’s growth as its latex stretched, strained, and squeezed him back. However, moments later, the forces reshaping Morghus’s body faded, and the latex relaxed against its hosts’ skin.
    Gasping for breath as he tried to recover from the intense transformation, Morghus hesitantly lifted one of his wings and stared at it. His brain hadn’t quite registered that he had been transformed into an anthropomorphic dragon, even though he could feel his altered body. However, a smile quickly formed on his draconic face as he experimentally moved his elongated fingers.
    Suddenly feeling desperate to look in a mirror, Morghus scrambled out of bed. The sounds of stretching and squeaking latex echoed through the room with every movement he made, making it clear that Draytex had effectively become his second skin instead of just being a costume this time. Morghus nearly tripped because of his new digitigrade feet but managed to get into the bathroom without causing any damage to himself or the hotel room.
    Just like the last time he had worn Draytex, he saw only a shiny red dragon in the mirror, but now the red dragon's movements and expression perfectly mirrored his own. This time, he wasn’t just a human in a dragon-shaped, albeit living, costume. Now, he was a dragon who just happened to be covered in living latex. The toothy maw, wings, and tail were all his!
    However, Morghus’s elation came crashing down when he realized something significant was missing. “Draytex, where are our arms?” Morghus asked, not quite able to appreciate the first words from his draconic mouth because of the predicament he had found himself in.
    “I was wondering when you would finally notice!” Draytex whispered into his host’s ear without moving their jaw. Devious amusement was evident in his voice. “This is what I meant by partial transformation. Not having to grow another set of limbs saved me so much energy!”
    “Draytex!” Morghus yelled at their reflection while feeling very conflicted. He loved wings, but this was going to be so inconvenient!
    “Oh, but aren’t you more of a fan of wyverns than dragons?” Draytex teased. “I figured I would surprise you with a form a bit closer to the one you no doubt spent so much time daydreaming about!”
    “But… we’re at a convention! How am I going to open doors or eat!?” Morghus protested while feeling increasingly flustered.
    “Oh, how would I know? I’m not a wyvern!” Draytex mercilessly taunted. “I’m wondering about how you’ll handle living without hands. Don’t worry; I plan to bring my arms back when it is my turn to be in control, so you can always switch with me if you need them!”
    Morghus looked at his wings and whined as he realized what Draytex was doing to him. This trick would have been terrible to play on almost anyone else, but Morghus had spent an absurd amount of time trying to imagine how he would deal with this exact scenario. Draytex was messing with him by giving him precisely what he wanted!
    How had Draytex known about his fantasies? Had Darion given him hints, or had he guessed? Maybe Draytex had figured it out because he could literally taste emotions? The one thing that Morghus knew for sure was that the living suit would undoubtedly have an emotional buffet to feed on if it intended to keep him like this!
    “Tell you what, I promise that I’ll let you experience something special if you manage to last all day like this, not counting my turns at being in control,” Draytex whispered in a more soothing tone. “I was able to turn you into this with just a few hours of fuel, so just think about what I'll be able to do with a day's worth. You’re feeding me tons of energy right now, and I have a feeling you aren’t going to calm down any time soon…”
    “Gahhhh, alright!” Morghus agreed while doing his best to at least seem upset, though he doubted that he was fooling Draytex. He didn’t want to ask for his arms back; the promise of a prize was just going to help him try to last longer.
    Once the initial shock faded, Morghus couldn’t help but bask in the sensation of being an anthro wyvern. First, he tried stretching out his wings, and he couldn’t help but giggle delightedly as he felt their membranes go taut for the first time. Then, for several minutes, he simply tried out various poses in front of the mirror as he happily moved and flexed his wings.
    Morghus finally managed to pull his focus away from his wings and look at the rest of his transformed body. He had a long, sinuous tail, a pointed snout, digitigrade legs, reptilian toes, and so many other beautiful features that it was hard to figure out which part to experiment with first.
    "Don't forget, there is an entire convention out there!" Draytex whispered in an amused tone after his host had spent over ten minutes looking at and experimenting with various aspects of his wyvern form.
    Morghus responded by sticking out his reptilian tongue at their reflection, but he couldn't suppress his goofy smile despite Draytex’s ribbing. Having the body of an anthro wyvern had him so ecstatic that he just couldn't be mad at the trollish living suit.
    After another minute or two of appreciating his new form, Morghus finally started preparing to return to the convention lobby. However, doing this without proper hands was just as silly and frustrating as he had imagined. It took him nearly five minutes just to pick up his convention badge with his wing thumbs, and then he had to spend another five minutes awkwardly working the lanyard around his draconic horns, crest, ears, and snout.
    Fishing his wallet and room key out of his discarded pants was nearly as tricky as dealing with the lanyard. Human pockets were so tiny! Eventually, he managed to extract the items by using a combination of his wings and his teeth. Mercifully, Draytex created hidden pockets for Morghus to store his belongings in because even though the living suit was a tease, it still wanted its host to enjoy the convention.
    With all his belongings gathered, Morghus found one final obstacle to overcome: his hotel room's door. Much to his relief, it had a handle instead of a doorknob, but pushing it down with his giant wings proved challenging. After several failed attempts, he grabbed it with his much more dexterous draconic toes and finally pushed the door open! However, his sense of victory was short-lived because he unceremoniously tumbled through the door and landed on the floor in a tangled mess of rubbery wings.
    "Ugh, at least no one else saw that," Morghus said as he stood up and closed the door. He couldn't help but notice Draytex twitching against his skin, which he had begun to suspect was a sign that the living suit was struggling to contain its laughter.
    "Hey, maybe you should try being a wyvern when your turn comes along," Morghus muttered with a smile as he headed for the elevator. As he approached it, he hoped that someone else would operate the buttons for him.
    "Nope, I think I'll plan to have arms for now!" Draytex cheerfully replied into its host's ears.
    The reaction to their presence at the convention’s lobby was immediate. Even though a handful of other people at the convention were also using magic to look like ‘real’ furries, anthro wyverns were nearly unheard of. With Draytex’s exotic, shiny skin added to the equation, the result was a crowd of fascinated and curious onlookers.
    Taking a page from Draytex's antics during the previous day, Morghus only vaguely confirmed that the suit was magical and then proceeded to have all the fun he could. He eagerly posed for pictures and offered wing hugs to anyone who looked at him. Hugging people with real wyvern wings turned out to be amazing! The feeling of completely enveloping a person in a tight, rubbery embrace was an intense but calming experience for both participants.
    "You're planning to winghug everyone at the convention, aren't you?" Draytex amusedly asked Morghus, whispering into his ears. The transformation left this as the only way for the living suit to talk to him without taking control now.
    "I have to make sure that the world knows that wyvern hugs are superior!" Morghus spiritedly replied. Since he couldn't whisper like Draytex, he tried to talk with his face turned away from the crowd.
    "You're having so much fun that I'll delay my turn for a while!" Draytex laughed while giving Morghus a light squeeze. The sudden movement from his second skin made Morghus yelp in surprise; he still wasn't quite used to wearing a living suit!
    After taking a moment to recompose himself, Morghus gave out a few more wing hugs to their fans before moving deeper into the building. As much fun as it was to interact with people enamored by Draytex and Morghus' wyvern form, there were other things that he intended to do today. He had arrived too late yesterday to check out the marketplace and Artist Alley, so now he had to make up for lost time. A lack of hands wasn’t going to prevent him from attending.
    Browsing the art booths as an anthro wyvern was fun in a completely different way than garnering attention at the main convention hall. Several artists asked Morghus to pose his wings in various ways so that they could take reference pictures for future drawings. A fursuit maker even asked him who in the world had made his wyvern suit.
    “Sorry, I’m borrowing this guy from a friend, so I don’t know the details aside from that magic or something like it is involved,” Morghus answered with a tinge of sadness. A part of him wished he could give more information than that because he wanted to see more suits like Draytex.
    “The world isn’t ready for more of me anyway…” Draytex whispered deviously as they continued walking through the marketplace.
    “How were you created anyway?” Morghus asked as quietly as he could. “Darion never really said much about the details.”
    “For now, let’s just say that I split off from a very repressed dragon spirit,” Draytex replied with a hint of smugness before changing the subject. “I’m just curious, though. How are you going to buy any art with those useless wings of yours?”
    This was a problem that Morghus had actually been puzzling over ever since he arrived in the marketplace. “Uhh, I’ll figure something out.”
    “You’ll probably knock over some poor artist’s display while you fumble to get your wallet,” Draytex teasingly pointed out. “After that, you’ll probably accidentally crush whatever you buy. Perhaps you should ask a sexy dragon who happens to have arms to help you…”
    “Ugh!” Morghus groaned at Draytex’s antics, but he knew the living suit was right. “Alright, let me just go someplace so we can switch.”
    “Better hurry or I might just make a scene by hijacking you right now…”
    Not entirely sure whether Draytex was kidding or not, Morghus hurried to find someplace to trade control. After a few minutes, he discovered a deserted conference room and closed the door. Satisfied that they were alone, Morghus took a deep breath as he tried to steady himself. "Alright, I'm ready."
    "It will be more intense this time because of the transformation," Draytex said as he gently squeezed Morghus to reassure him. "I'll also be taking full control this time because I'd like you to get used to the experience. It will help prepare you for my gift tonight."
    Before Morghus could ask the living suit what it meant, he gasped as he felt Draytex suddenly squeeze his body from every conceivable angle. Then, like a puppet with cut strings, Morghus felt his muscles go limp. He would have toppled over to the floor if the living latex dragon wasn't holding him up. Then, he felt Draytex gradually take complete physical control of his traitorous limbs, which seemed eager to move however the living suit desired.
    Even though Morghus had allowed Draytex to take control several times during the previous day, the sheer dominance over his body that the living dragon suit was suddenly demonstrating was shocking. This time, even parts of his body that Draytex wasn’t physically touching, such as his eyes and tongue, seemed to move under his control. Only the combination of the trust they shared and how strangely pleasant Draytex’s control felt kept Morghus from panicking as he felt himself becoming a passenger within his own body.
    Over the next few moments, Draytex began walking around and stretching as he gently asserted control over their movements. At the same time, Morghus felt their wings get pulled back slightly as two rubbery lumps developed on their shoulders. The two lumps then ballooned outwards and grew until they transformed into the two arms that Draytex had hidden earlier in the day. Much to Morghus' surprise, he could feel the arms as if they were his own, even though he was reasonably sure they were empty.
    "There we go. It is nice to have arms again," Draytex grinned, and Morghus was shocked to realize that his entire face, including his tongue, had moved when the dragon spoke. It was like his body was just a part of Draytex now. "I didn't grow you another pair of limbs since I want to save energy, but I'm making sure that you can feel these so that you get a nice reminder about what you're missing as a wyvern..."
    Morghus tried to grumble in response to Draytex's taunting but found it difficult to do so while the living suit was in the driver's seat. Only the most critical parts of his body, such as his heart and lungs, still seemed to be controlled by his brain. The helplessness he had felt the previous day was nothing compared to what he was experiencing now. However, the bizarre sense of relaxation and liberation that came with handing over control was also magnified.
    Seeming to be quite aware of Morghus' conflicted feelings, Draytex chuckled and then closed their wings over themselves in a tight hug to reassure his host. Morghus sighed happily and closed his eyes as the wing hug helped him feel safe and protected. Draytex always seemed to know precisely which of his buttons needed pressing.
    "This level of control might seem extreme for you, but I am considering it a fair trade since this is very similar to how much control you've had over me during the last two hours," Draytex explained, now using a more soothing tone. "Though, it can be pretty relaxing just to let someone else be in charge for a while, right? Don't worry; I'll give you the keys back if I sense distress from you or if you tap me with a wing."
    Experimentally, Morghus tried controlling their wings and found that he could move them with some effort. He couldn’t do much, but it was enough that he could touch their body if he needed to. The option to use this as a safety signal if there was a problem felt very reassuring.
    "Alright, time for some shopping!" Suddenly, they were walking back towards the marketplace, and all Morghus could do was watch helplessly through the anthro dragon's eyes. However, as they walked, he realized that Draytex was moving utterly differently from how Morghus had been walking as an anthro. Their wings were elegantly positioned, and their tail swayed gracefully with every step. Every aspect of how Draytex walked through the crowd exuded confidence and pride.
    Was Draytex trying to show him the proper way to walk as a dragon? Or perhaps the dragon suit was showing off because it thought having arms was superior.
    Several people who recognized Draytex did a double take when they saw that they had arms again, and a few others noticed his dramatically different bearing. The way their voice had also changed made some wonder if two different people in shiny red dragon suits were roaming the convention. However, Draytex simply explained it away with a smile as he browsed the marketplace.
    Much to Morghus’ surprise, Draytex seemed to gravitate towards the art its host was the most interested in. The living suit seemed so attuned to Morghus’ emotions that they didn’t need to exchange words to know what to buy. After a few purchases, Morghus began worrying that Draytex might spend too much of his money, but the living suit seemed to be able to sense this as well. Much to Morghus’ astonishment, the Draytex produced a different credit card from some hidden location and started using it instead.
    “Some gifts for being such a good host,” Draytex explained with a smile when they were out of earshot. “This is Darion’s money, but I’ll pay him back with some extra dragon time or something later.”
    They spent over an hour browsing the marketplace and making purchases before Draytex wandered back into the main convention hall. Morghus wondered if they were heading to some event next, only to panic when he realized they were heading for the hotel’s exit!
    Draytex chuckled when he felt Morghus trying to squirm. “Are you worried about being seen outside of the convention? I’m just heading to a nearby restaurant to get some food for you. I have to keep my host well-fed after all.”
    Somehow, it was only then that Morghus realized that he really did feel hungry, and he wondered how Draytex had noticed it before he did. Still, the idea of being seen in public wearing a living dragon suit made him more than a little anxious, and Morghus began to wonder if he should use his safety signal to stop Draytex before it was too late.
    “Remember, you need to wear me all day if you want to get the reward that I promised,” Draytex teased after sensing what Morghus was thinking of doing. Mercifully, though, the living suit stopped walking to ensure it wasn’t pushing Morghus too far outside his comfort zone. “You’ll need me to get the food for you unless you want to somehow buy and carry something just with those wings.”
    After spending a few moments thinking and collecting himself, Morghus sighed and tried to relax. Even if his transformation was temporary, it didn’t seem right for a dragon to worry about other people’s opinions, so he needed to be able to stride through crowds without fear. Plus, he knew he would regret it if he missed out on the prize that Draytex kept mentioning. There was a slight chance that Draytex would be able to do a full dragon transformation if he didn’t give up!
    Sensing that Morghus had calmed down, Draytex finally walked through the hotel’s front door. Morghus couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw that there were plenty of fursuiters outside to distract some attention away from him. In addition, a few restaurants were just a short distance from the venue, so they wouldn’t need to walk far. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he had thought.
    "Let's see, do you want pizza, burritos, or subs?" Draytex asked aloud as he surveyed the options. Furrowing his brow, Morghus wondered how he was supposed to tell the living suit that he was in the mood for a burrito when he couldn't speak, but much to his surprise, Draytex quickly turned towards the correct restaurant. It couldn’t read his thoughts, right?!
    Chuckling at his host's amazement, Draytex walked into the restaurant and headed straight for the lunch line. All eyes in the store immediately turned toward the rubbery dragon, and hushed conversations started as various groups discussed the costume and the person wearing it. Morghus, still transformed and helplessly being puppeted by the living suit, couldn't help but cringe inwardly. They would just think he was wearing a very realistic costume, right?
    Everyone's surprise was replaced with outright shock when Draytex ordered a meal as if it was normal for a dragon costume to have a perfectly articulated jaw, tongue, and facial structure. The server stared in shock for a few moments before starting the order and then finally asked the question that everyone had on their minds: "How... is your mask moving that realistically?"
    "Maybe it is magic, or maybe I'm a real dragon that's pretending to be wearing a costume," Draytex replied slyly while stretching their wings to demonstrate that his mask wasn't the only hyperrealistic aspect of him. The server released a surprised 'eep!' and put Morghus' burrito together as quickly as possible. Somewhere in the store, someone muttered that furries and magic were a dangerous combination.
    After paying for and collecting the meal, Draytex quickly headed toward their hotel room. The dragon suit's grin seemed to grow wider as they walked, and Morghus had a sinking feeling that he knew precisely what his companion was planning. His suspicions were confirmed when Draytex set the meal on a table and then reabsorbed its arms, changing their form back into an anthro wyvern.
    "So, I was thinking that you'd prefer to eat your food yourself instead of being fed by me, so I'm handing you back control," Draytex said with a grin before relaxing his grip on Morghus' body.
    After staggering for a moment as he got used to standing on his own again, Morghus looked at the takeout bag and groaned. "You just wanted to watch me struggle to eat with these wings, don't you?"
    "I'm certainly going to enjoy this, but let's face it: you love wings so much that you want to use them for everything, no matter how impractical," Draytex teasingly replied, whispering into his hapless host's ears. "I'm doing you a favor by letting you experience so many things as a wyvern! In any case, you should hurry before your food gets cold..."
    Morghus couldn't help but let out a very undignified whine, unbefitting of a dragon. Once again, Draytex had proven that it knew exactly how to press its host’s buttons. The human-turned-wyvern sat at the table and tried to figure out how he would do this without making a huge mess.
    Trying to eat food with his wings quickly made Morghus feel like he was wearing boxing gloves. The individual wing fingers were so long that he couldn't use them, so the only tools he had to work with were his knuckles and thumbs. Thankfully, his thumbs had claws, so he was able to use them to extract the burrito from its bag and wrapper.
    Once he had freed the burrito, Morghus carefully pinned it between both wings and lifted it to his mouth. That's when he realized he needed to figure out how to eat food with Draytex's draconic maw. Biting wasn't a problem, but his pointed teeth weren't designed for grinding food like a human’s.
    Eventually, Morghus settled upon taking one bite at a time and carefully chewing as well as he could. After every few bites, he had to set the burrito back down on the table and reposition his grip for the next bite. After doing this a few times, he thought he had nailed the process down, but the meal almost ended in disaster when Morghus' grip slipped. He had to quickly stop his food from falling onto the floor by blocking it with his snout. However, his quick reaction didn't stop some of his rice and beans from spilling all over the table.
    Sighing in dismay, Morghus gulped down the rest of the burrito and then tried his best to sweep the mess into a trash can with his wings. His attempt at cleaning was only partially successful, but he decided it would be the best he could do with what he had available.
    The living suit, which had been doing its best to remain quiet while Morghus ate, giggled. “Well, I admit that you did better than I expected!”
    Even though Morghus only grumbled in response, he couldn’t be mad at Draytex for putting him through this. Trying to eat human food as a wyvern had been kind of fun. The real issue was that it was only a little past noon now, so he still had hours and hours of this to deal with before he got the reward that Draytex kept dangling in front of him. That meant roughly five more hours of being a hapless anthro wyvern and the same amount of time with Draytex in total control.
    Morghus couldn’t help but giggle expectantly because this was already the most fun he could remember ever having in a single day.

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