[Gas, Dragon TF, Corruption]

"D-damnit... The bindings that Cagliostro enhanced for me... They're weakening..."

An exhausted and pained young man was currently trying to tighten the bindings that were wrapped around him. All while the runes that had been applied to them were fading. He knew that he needed either the magic in the bindings to be recharged, or he needed new bindings in general. And fast, too. If he started slacking, then it'd be too late. It was now or never...

His name was Zehek. And all his problems began at a young age. A chance encounter with a malicious Primal resulted in him contracting a deadly disease. One that would eventually eat him from the inside out. And the worst part was that there was practically no cure. Any cure would be invalidated within months, because the core issue would still remain.

Zehek's disease... It made his magic completely uncontrollable. Nothing that he would do, nothing that he could do, would be able to stem the tide. He was forever cursed to deal with his magic threatening to erupt and eat him alive. Burn him to a cinder, reduce him to nothing but ash. It was why he was almost always covered in these bindings. They were made to suppress it as much as possible. He couldn't regulate it, because his flow was forever tainted. So this was the best course of action.

And every now and then, he had to deal with the threat of his magic working past his anti-measures. This was one such time. He needed to make it stop. He needed to regain his control. His sanity was at risk, and so was his body. But unfortunately, the Genius Alchemist that had helped him the last time around wasn't currently on the Grandcypher. Which meant that he had to either get the Captain to dock at a nearby island and hope that somebody had bindings he could temporarily imbue with a set of suppressing runes, which would sustain him until he met back up with Cagliostro so she could refresh his binds and give him another half year... Or he needed to get the Captain to find her. Both options weren't exactly stellar...

"My, what a tasty boy you are. Shame about all that power bursting around inside you. But I think I could help with that, if you'd like."

Zehek's eyes flashed as he heard a sensual voice pour through his ear, and he quickly whipped towards the sound. A dusky-skinned girl, wearing a slim top and a pair of extra baggy pants that left a lot of her body exposed and made her look like she was native to Auguste, was sitting on the windowsill. Winking to the troubled youth, as if she was making light of his plight. What... Who was she? He had never seen somebody like her before... Nor did he know of anybody that could just suddenly appear on the Grandcypher like this...

"Who are you?! Why would you offer such a thing?!" Zehek shouted as he drew his blade. Even if his magic was on the verge of running wild, he could stem the tide by using some of it in combat. And if that was her way to help him, then she should've said so in the first place!

The dusky-skinned female laughed and waved her hands, making it clear she wasn't armed. "Reeelaaaaax, Zehekky." A playful nickname, despite the fact that this was the very first time that they had ever met. And he hadn't even given her his name. Even more suspicious. "I just wanna give a cute boy like you a little hand. It sucks seeing you run around like you're about to burst, and not in the fun kind of way. So how about it? I can help you cure that flow inside you, and you'll be free to live a totally normal life. Pretty good deal, don't you think?"

Zehek grit his teeth... But he had to admit, the deal did sound really tempting. If there was one thing he wanted, it was to get rid of this problem. Getting rid of the unnatural flow of his magic would be a total boon... And even if it meant that he'd have to get rid of his magic altogether, that would probably be preferred to being in constant unending danger. So... Despite how suspicious she was, despite how many bad vibes he got from her, he was willing to go with this. It's not like she was that... Fallen Angel, that had been bothering his Captain so much.

"Alright." Zehek said, as he reached for his bindings. "If what you say is true, then I want you to help me. I want you to tear this magic from me, so I can live a normal life." This was also something he had come to learn. Despite his ailing health, despite how much this magic had been bothering him... He should never just turn away and refuse help. He would be able to live his life more comfortably if he accepted health. The fact that he was even able to stand and walk around, even with his bindings in the condition that they currently were, was because he had accepted help from his Captain and met with the Genius Alchemist. If not for Gran offering that chance, he'd probably be dead right about now.

"Tear it from you?" The mysterious female said, tapping her cheek a little. "Hmmm... I suppose you could say that. But let's not worry too much about that. Let's just get right to the good stuff." She chimed, climbing down from the windowsill. All while she came closer and closer to Zehek, licking her lips a little.

As she came closer, Zehek could feel a blush working its way onto his cheeks. This female... This... This girl..? She was a lot more voluptuous than he originally gave her credit for. While she had hefty breasts pinned within a mesh underneath her dark top, those were nowhere near as attention-grabbing as her ass and her hips. Were those pants really baggy, or was it just because she was sitting down? Because at the moment, it was like the pants were clinging to her, bouncing along whenever her bountiful booty shook around. And every step was causing that thing to bounce, distracting him more than he would like to admit.

"Don't worry about the curves, Zehekky." The dusky female said, as she wrapped her arms around him. Pressing him up against her bosom in the process. "If you love it so much, then you really don't need to worry either. Just sniff a lil', get used to the smell. I know you'll love it." At this point, it felt less like she was trying to save him from his magic, and more like she was trying to seduce him.

And it was working. Zehek was not a youth that was really prone to focusing on beauty or curves or anything. But he just couldn't ignore her. Not when she was this close. Even though his mind was mostly taken up by volatile feelings brought on by the magic trying to burst out of him, the fact that it would be gone was... It meant that he could actually enjoy things like these. And with how she smelled, maybe that wasn't a bad thing. Maybe... Maybe he should do as she said...

He closed his eyes, and took a strong whiff of her scent. She smelled... Very nice. Very musky. Very wet. And yet he could also smell something strong wafting from down below. It must just be his mind playing tricks on him. There's no way that she could be smelling like that. That filth was probably his imagination. Yes, her smell was... her... smell..

Zehek's eyes dimmed. And the female that held him licked her lips even more. Heh, she liked guys like him. Guys that were so desperate that they couldn't see the forest for the trees. But that was okay. She wasn't going to bully him over it. She was just going to take advantage. By sinking into him, slowly but surely. She did promise him that she was going to cure his ailment, after all.

It's just that she didn't really explain how she would cure it. Nor that she would serve as a conduit for his magic. With her inside him, there was nothing that would stop the magic from flowing. While it would not burst out from him since she would be able to keep a lot of it inside her, she didn't mention that there would be any side effects. Because where was the fun in telling him everything, when he could experience the fun that came with discovering it first-hand?

Zehek very quietly moaned as the female sank into him. He never got her name, nor was he able to think of her or the idea of asking for it. No, the only thing that currently occupied his mind was her scent. Such a strong scent. Such a pungent scent. If this thing kept flowing through him, what was he going to do? He was... He.. he...

A sharp spike of pleasure poured through him as he was snapped free from his trance. Sweat was running down his face as he tried to recollect what had just happened. But the last few minutes... They were a complete blur. What had just happened..? Why did he feel so... relieved? And more importantly, what was this heat pouring through him?

Wait... Heat? Normally, his magic would be filling him with a different kind of sensation. One that made it feel like he was bursting. And yet here he was. His body felt like it was... regulated. It was like the problem with his magic overflowing had been completely cured.

"This can't be..." Zehek muttered. He was stunned. In awe of this development. But he had to make sure that he wasn't just imagining things. To that end, he started to remove the bindings that were covering him. One by one. He made sure to not go too fast. Because if he did, then he just risked everything exploding out of him. Especially if this was just his magic playing a trick on him.

But the more he removed his bindings, the more elation filled his heart. He was... He was cured. As soon as the last binding hit the floor, he realized it. There was not a single speck of magic that was trying to escape him. Nothing was going to stop him from living his life. It was all properly regulated.

Sure, he looked a little plump on his stomach, and his hips seemed a little wider, and those areas that had seen a bit of growth seemed darker than before, complete with a subtle scale-like pattern... But that wasn't a problem. Not when he had been freed from his own body trying to tear him apart. Not when he could take a deep breath and feel nothing but relief.

"I'm finally.. I'm finally free..." Zehek muttered as he fell onto his knees. It felt so good to be free from that disease. He could finally just... Live life. And that meant that he could probably tell his Captain all about it. And... Maybe... Maybe just... Ask him if he'd...

He'd like to spear his cock through his slutty hole and make him feel like the slut he was at heart... Ah...

Zehek's eyes widened in shock as that erotic thought worked its way through his mind. That... That wasn't his thought. Or was it? Because the more he thought about it, the more his cock started to tremble. Not to mention, as he looked down at that shaft, didn't it seem a little... darker... than usual..?

"What's... What's happening to me now..!?" Out of the frying pan. Straight into another fire. But how was this possible? His power... His magic, it should be under control. And yet it was clear that something was affecting him. Something that was making him more perverted...

Or maybe it was just that he was suppressing his perverted nature all along, and now that he didn't have to worry about his magic tearing him apart, he could be the slutty boy that he always wanted to be..!

Zehek gasped as another shock of pleasure ran through him. And he was forced onto all fours. All while he felt an intense pressure building in his stomach. All while he felt his body being overwhelmed by these pleasurable sensations. This... What was going on..!?

"I... I have to... Have to tell... Captain..! G-Gran..!" If something bad was happening to him, especially now that it seemed like his magic was contained within him, then Gran needed to know. He had promised him. If anything bad should ever happen, Gran should strike him down so he wouldn't cause more chaos..!

Ahh... Yes... Graaaaan... Gran should be the one to pop his stinky anal cherry... Yeeessss... He'd have so much fun thrusting into his slutty hole, especially once it's practically impossible to resist. All he had to do was push a little, that's all it was going to take...

Zehek was trying to ignore the horny voice inside his head. The horny thoughts that seemed to come from him, yet definitely weren't his. And yet... And yet..!

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

The young man's eyes widened violently as he was forced to very abruptly and powerfully fart. Pungent, corruptive, utterly destructive gasses were blowing from his hole. And they were blowing at such an intensity that he outright smashed a hole in the wall of his room, shaking the Grandcypher in the process. How?! How was he able to fart that hard?! More importantly than that, however...

Was his painfully erect cock. Why did farting that hard make him hard!? He didn't understand! Why was he this aroused by a fart like that!? Why was he able to cause as much destruction with his farts as his... his...

Ehehehehe... Magic-filled farts... So much strong magic, finally put to good use... It feels so good to cause trouble with my farts... Maybe Gran'd like a taste? He'd probably look real good as a fart addict, ehehehehe...

The voice inside his head. The thoughts that were trying to push aside all the other thoughts... The source of his painful erection... It made him aware of the truth. The truth that he had been trying his best to ignore.

His magic hadn't been sealed away. It hadn't been contained. No, it had broken loose... And while it wasn't about to burst out of him, it was now at full power. The untold things he could do with something like this... They were at his fingertips. All he had to do was think about it, and he would make it all come true. But he didn't have conscious control of that magic either.

The voice did. That horny voice bouncing around inside his mind. The horny voice that was pushing him to do such depraved things. The voice that was making it harder and harder to resist. That was the thing that was controlling his magic. And if it wanted him to grow filthier, then that was just what was going to happen. Unless he really tried to resist..!

"Stop... Stop..!" Zehek cried out, struggling as best he could to try and suppress the magic inside him. "I don't want to cause Gran trouble..! He took me in..!"

He took me in to make sure that he could use me as a big onahole. He was waiting for this. Waiting for us to become a monster like this. So he could have as much fun as he'd like. And he probably wants me to look the part too. Look like a Monster... No, look like a God... And I know just what would be perfect...

Zehek moaned loudly as the voice inside his head, the voice of his inner pervert, or rather the voice of the female that had fused with him, started to take control. All while his hands were forced onto his shaft. Forced onto that blackening shaft, as he felt the subtle growth of scales across it...

The growth wasn't just happening down there. It was happening all across his body. Scales taking the place of his pale skin. Scales that were eerily familiar to him. Not that he could focus much on what was happening to him. No, he was focusing entirely on his cock. His big, black, extra potent... draconic... cock...

Ehehehe... Maybe once he sees me, he'll be singing a different tune. That blue bitch that can call upon Bahamut's power... She's nothing compared to me. Especially once I become a brand new Bahamut. Once I'm done, I'll stink up the entire sky, as long as Gran wants it. He'll love what I'll do... Especially once everyone becomes slutty, stinky dragons like me..!

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

The floor underneath Zehek was the next victim of his body being morphed into something much worse. All while he tried his best to cry out and suppress what was happening to him. But all that happened was just more cries. More cries of desperation. He wanted it to stop, and yet his body refused to obey him...

But why should he stop? The voice inside his head... The voice was right. Even if it was exaggerated. The truth of the matter was very simple. Zehek loved Gran. But he was too afraid to admit it. Too afraid to act  on it. Because he wasn't sure if Gran was going to turn away. But now that he had all this power inside him, the voice was making him take action. Gran wasn't going to be able to turn him down. Whether or not he liked him in the first place. With his body becoming a brand new Bahamut, one above even the Super Ultimate version that Gran had managed to fell despite all the odds... There was no way that Gran was going to be able to resist him. And that was before he factored in the stink...

Zehek tried to ignore the voice, and his subconscious urge to accept what was happening. But it was becoming harder and harder to do so. Especially as the heat inside him was spreading further and further. Across his draconic form, all the way across it..!

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

This time, Zehek blew out the floor underneath him completely. But instead of being forced to fall into clouds below, he remained airborne. Kept floating in the air, thanks to the mighty wings that sprouted from his back.

But it wasn't his wings that caught his attention. No, it was what was currently pushing out from his chest. Massive, extra soft breasts. It didn't matter if his body had become reptilian through becoming a dragon, nor that he was still distinctly male. He had grown fat tits. Destructive tits, because he could feel his magic flowing around inside them. And they were no doubt just going to grow bigger if left alone.

His tits weren't the only impressive things. So were his hips. If he was able to conceive, these new birthing hips would be perfect. But even beyond that, they would serve as a great grip for Gran, whenever he wanted to slam his cock in between those perfectly sculpted mounds he called ass cheeks. Not that Gran, or anybody else for that matter, would be able to last very long between those cheeks. They would devour any cock, and leave them completely drained in seconds...

Zehek, floating right outside his former room, courtesy of his transformation into a fat-tittied stinky dragon... It was making him laugh. Because at this point, what resistance did he still have left? His mind was in shambles from all the pleasure. From everything, for that matter. All he could do was just stare at the Grandcypher, and at himself. What had happened to him? What could he still do to change things..?

None of it mattered. Especially not when he reached down towards his cock once more. His big black dragon cock. He loved how it looked. It had been so small before. Now? It was on the verge of reaching in between those massive tits of his. He could feel the power brewing through him.  How good it felt. How much he wanted to put it to good use...

And how much he wanted Gran to rail him completely. It felt so fucking good..! So what if he looked like a monster, he was better now... He was so, so much better now. And Gran deserved him..! He deserved to be the one that owned the great God Bahamut..!

"What in the world is going on..!?"

Gran's voice echoed out, and Zehek's cock trembled as he heard him. It was a wonderful sound. He could cum right then and there, rain cum-flavored hellfire upon the islands. But for now, he just watched Gran struggling to stay on the deck of the Grandcypher. Ah, it was hot seeing him try and struggle like this...

The Captain of the Grandcypher looked over the edge of the ship, trying to understand the poisonous air hanging around the ship as well as why a hole had been smashed into it. Rackam didn't say anything about them making a collision with anything...

It was then that he saw him. It was then that he saw Zehek's new form. Right as he grew to the size of the Grandcypher... No, he was even bigger. And those tits of his could probably crush the Grandcypher between them, if he got the chance...

But even though he had changed, he was still recognizable. All that Gran could do in response to the sight of him was merely gasp in shock. "Z-Zehek..?" He never could've imagined that Zehek would end up like this. Nor did he ever expect one of his crewmates to turn into a new Bahamut. Vyrn had briefly showcased Bahamut's power, but that was about it. This was on a whole new level.

And... And... He... He was... W-Why was his cock tenting his pants when he looked at that majestic dragon..?

Zehek smirked, his muzzle having turned fully draconic at this point. Beyond his humanoid shape, there was nothing that remained of Zehek. Now there was only a new Bahamut... God Bahamut. And God Bahamut was not going to show mercy upon these mortals. No, he would give them exactly what they deserved. So that this world could be reborn, through depraved destruction.

God Bahamut turned away from the Grandcypher, his ass now facing the vessel. And with Gran peering into the deepest abyss within his ass, the converted Dragon started to push.

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

A pungent beam of pure filth poured out. God Bahamut's farts, compressed into a weaponized form. Stretching into the horizon, as the blue skies rapidly turned green. All while the Grandcypher was forced to endure the full brunt of the attack.

It didn't. God Bahamut's farts completely destroyed the airship, sending all current crewmates far into the distance. Tainted by God Bahamut's fart, ensuring that they would be turning into disgusting dragons like him. Lesser dragons, that would serve to help him turn this Sky into a depraved wasteland, consumed by utter pleasure.

Just as Gran was. Gran was lucky enough to appear in the palm of God Bahamut's hand. His body was already being covered in sickly green scales, as he started to pump away at his cock at such a maddening pace. All while drooling. All while consumed by lust.

It would take some time before he was ready to destroy his God's ass. But God Bahamut would wait that long. Wait for his Captain... No, wait for the Stinky Singularity to reach maximum potential, so they could bring rebirth to these skies through their mating. Through destroying everything else, from the sheer intensity of their fucking.

Zehek was no longer. His magic had now truly consumed him. Thanks to the female that had blessed him and become one with him, he had freed from his ailment, through letting his magic run wild and mutate him into a filthy god, one even greater than those that came before.

Soon, the skies would know and worship God Bahamut. And his stench would become life itself...