I used to be just a normal young woman. I was raised by loving parents, and never lacked any privilege growing up. People would describe me with words like nice and kind and quiet and innocent. And it's true that nothing I ever did hurt anybody. But there's always been a dark hunger in me. I don't have much willpower in some ways. So I always end up nurturing the impulses that I should be trying to overcome instead.
 
My name is Isabelle Wagner, and I was born August 8, 2000. My eyes are amber, and my dark blonde hair is straight and comes down to my chin. My skin is very slightly oily. No matter how appealing I may look to most guys, I still have some of the same insecurities about my appearance that a lot of girls have, but I'm focusing on them less as I grow up.
 
I also have fetishes that I've never shown anyone, even the few guys I've dated briefly. The thing I fantasize about the most is transforming into a dragon and gobbling up cute guys, or threatening them into pleasuring me with the threat of swallowing them whole if they don't. But despite these twisted desires of mine, I get tongue-tied around real men I like when I'm trying to flirt with them.
 
When I have these fantasies, the dragon I imagine turning into usually looks the same. She has scaly dark purple skin covering most of her hide, and pink skin on her underbelly and under her wings. She has piercing dark blue eyes and silky dark red hair on her head and the back of her long neck. This dragon is my OC in online fetish communities.
 
My story begins when I was out at a public pool with a few girlfriends to celebrate one of their birthdays. The others had already gotten out of the pool. A few of them were talking with some guys who were toweling off. I stayed in the pool to discreetly watch. I was at the edge of the pool facing out and I noticed that one of the jets was just a few feet to the right. I got the temptation to push my crotch up against it. I know I would've looked like such a creep if anybody saw me doing this, so I looked around to make sure no one saw and then moved over. It would be so embarrassing if anyone caught on to what I was doing, but like I said, I've never had good impulse control.
 
I covered the jet hole with my crotch and felt the gentle hum of the jet massaging my pussy through the thin fabric of my bathing suit. Why couldn't I just look at pictures of shirtless guys on my computer back home while sitting on a vibrator like I usually did? The guys were so far away that I couldn't make out any details and there was the added danger of getting caught. I'm a smart woman most of the time, but when I get that slight tingle in the bottom of my belly, I can't help but try to increase it. I guess I just enjoyed the voyeurism of the situation even though that's not really one of my fetishes.
 
I made sure not to stare at the boys, but would look at my girlfriends and steal glances at the boys when I could. When one of the girls finally saw me I asked her to bring over the packet of gummy bears I had brought with me so that it looked like I had an innocent purpose for standing where I was standing. She brought them over then walked away to keep chatting with the guys. I then stared deeply at the hottest guy there and popped a gummy bear into my mouth. I imagined that I was a beautiful dragon with shiny skin and that the gummy bear was the guy. I pushed it around in my mouth, enjoyed the sweet flavor, imagined his fear and his futile protests, and gulped him down to his doom. I imagined the rumbling of the jet against my genitals was a sensation brought on by my victim struggling inside my stomach. I would stretch my wings out to their full length and slap the water with my tail as my snack's dying kick brough me to orgasm. I ground my crotch against the jet ever so slightly so that I wouldn't draw attention to myself.
 
I devoured many gummy bears like this. Then one of the four guys turned and saw me. He called out 'Is the water still nice?' I froze for a second, but I realized there was no way he could know what I was doing. So I just smiled and said 'Come and feel it.' I first thought that had been a mistake, but as he walked nearer I felt that deeper excitement in my belly that masturbation alone never gives me. He got on his knees to the right of me and felt the water. I stopped grinding the jet and stayed dead still. I knew he probably wouldn't stay here for long, and I hated that the jet wasn't more powerful.
 
I won't bother describing his appearance. I'll just say that I could tell by seeing him standing next to my friend who is the same height as me that I was 7 inches taller than him. He was handsome but not the most attractive out of all his friends. At the time I would of preferred if the hottest one of his friends had noticed me and walked over instead. But he was good enough. He was a foot away from me and I could feel my own breath bouncing back to me off his leg. He was much more exciting than an image of a hot guy or a fantasy I was having alone in my bedroom.
 
Then one of his friends called out to him. 'Evan! We're heading over to grab some hot dogs! Come with us!'
 
Learning his name triggered another giddy thrill in my abdomen. I had once fingered myself good to a picture of a shirtless model with that same name. Evan wasn't one of my top ten favorite names for a guy, but i at least had that one arousing memory attached to it. The Evan by the pool stood and argued with his friend for a while. Then I realized how this was a perfect opportunity. Evan and his friend were both looking at each other, and I looked around quickly and confirmed that nobody else was paying attention to me. So I grabbed a big clump of gummy bears and swallowed them together.
 
It gave me the feeling of having something stuck in my throat, but I just imagined that was the length of dear tasty Evan's body sliding halfway down my long dragon gullet. I then pulled the leg cuff of my swimsuit to the side and pressed my bare vagina up against the jet. I ground my bare pussy against the jet and the wall around it. I made big movements with my pelvis and legs. I no longer cared about being sneaky. When I was about to orgasm I would touch Evan's leg and keep my hand there as he bent down to look at me. I would say any stupid thing I thought of to get a chance to stare into his eyes as I climaxed. He would be locking eyes with me, not knowing that I was masturbating to climax while fantasizing about him struggling for life in my belly.
 
But then he decided to leave with his friends. He just said 'Later' to me and walked away. I stopped masturbating, and didn't finish in the pool. I got out not long after that and cleaned my natural slime off the crotch of my swimsuit. I felt cheated right then. I've always felt cheated about the fact that I wasn't born as a dragon and couldn't gulp anyone down, but this was different. I was so close to having something real for myself, but he had to leave. We never even got the chance to introduce ourselves properly. He just said 'Later' as if this whole encounter meant nothing to him.
 
Later that night I tried finding him on Facebook and Instagram. It was hard when all I had was his first name. The town where I live is pretty big, but I never imagined so many guys would be named Evan here. At that point in my life, I had been trying to waste as little time fulfilling my sexual needs as possible. I had too much work and study going on. But on that night, I spent two hours going through social media looking for Evan. I didn't end up finding him, so I just Googled the model I mentioned earlier and settled for his pictures. I even imagined this model being the one kneeling by the pool as I pleasured myself in secret, instead of imagining a scenario where I was a dragon eating someone. But at the end of the night I still felt cheated.
 
I don't want to make it sound like I became obsessed with Evan from that point on. Because the truth is I just continued on with my life, with my job and studies and my social life. I masturbated to pictures of many different hot guys. That was when I wasn't touching myself to artwork of sexy dragons devouring men and imagining I was the dragon. It was only a month after that day that I decided to try finding Evan on the internet again. I failed again.
 
Another few months went by. I closed my eyes every now and then and had vivid fantasies about my dear elusive Evan, but I didn't search much for his pictures anymore. I even became a little obsessed with two other handsome men I had briefly interacted with, one at work and one at a club. I hadn't been secretly playing with myself in these two instances. I simply thought they both looked like snacks. The guy I saw at work had nice hair and the guy from the club had perfect skin. I spent all night searching for the work guy and failed, then found him a week later when I searched again. He didn't have many decent pictures on his socials, and after the initial thrill of finding him had worn off and I'd used his best pictures a few times, I lost interest in him. I would still check his profile for new pictures maybe once a week, but I was starting to feel like there were hotter guys out there. The guy from the club I searched for online on three separate occasions, but never found him, and just lost interest after that.
 
But it really did feel like Evan was the one who mattered. That encounter at the pool meant something. I didn't just feel it in my crotch, I felt it in my heart too. Five months after we met at the pool, I searched Facebook for him again. This time I kept the search results open in another tab, and on nights when I was to enjoy myself, I would search more and more profiles, then after half an hour of searching would settle on any other image I found arousing. It didn't matter if he lived halfway across the country and I never saw him again. I just needed to find him and his pictures. There were quite a few men named Evan who had made their profiles private and so I couldn't tell if they were him. I became annoyed with all these other men for not being him. Evan was my greatest regret in life. He was the one who got away, and it was starting to feel like I would never find him again. Would I even recognize him if I ever found his photos? I had only been paying attention to him for 2 minutes on a day months ago.
 
It was over a year since the day I met him when I went out clubbing with my friends again. A hot guy started chatting up one of my best friends. She ended up going home with him. I wasn't jealous of her. He was a bit of a d-bag. But he had a confidence to him that intrigued me. What I mean by that is I would've loved to hear that cockiness dissolving away as he pleaded for mercy while splashing around in a fleshy sack full of my digestive juices. So I chose him to be Isabelle's morsel for the night. I went through his Facebook photos. He looked good enough to eat, but he had a few friends who looked just as yummy. I opened their profiles in other tabs. It was going to be hard to decide who to sacrifice to myself this night. I kept going through chains of guys, and each guy lead to another. Then I was going through the photos of the guy I was really starting to consider for the night, and I couldn't believe what I saw.
 
It looked like he was posing with Evan. And sure enough..... That was the name of the guy tagged in the photo! My Evan was one of the private profiles who's photos I couldn't access. My heart was racing. I hovered my cursor over the friend request button. But if I sent a request and he declined it, this would be literally a heartbreaking end to this story. And why would he accept? He didn't know me. We had barely said 5 words to each other a year ago.
 
Instead, I spent the next few nights making a fake profile. I used the photos of a beautiful woman who I'll forever be grateful for. She lives halfway across the globe, so there's no way she or Evan or anyone else will ever catch on to what I was doing. I gave her a different name and said she lived in our hometown. I even commented on a few local forum pages to make her look more like a local, though I kept her profile private. I added the guy who was posing with Evan in that picture and a few of his friends to make the fake profile look more legitimate to my target, my prey. And then finally, I sent Evan the friend request.
 
Excitement filled my whole body when I got the notification that he had accepted my request. I felt giddy in my tummy and my chest. My sinuses opened wide and I felt light headed. I went through his gallery of photos. There were portraits, and photos of him with his family and friends, and photos of him shirtless. And now that I knew his full name, I could use Google to find any other photos of him from times he had been in the local news. I quickly learned a lot about him. I instantly downloaded every photo I came across, since this all felt too good to be true, as if he would delete this fake profile minutes after accepting the request. My hands were shaking so bad. I had no answer for him if he asked me how we knew each other. But I guess he didn't care to ask.
 
I spent 4 hours furiously masturbating that night. I rubbed my little pussy raw inside and out. I twisted my nipples until they hurt. I inserted foreign objects into my ass too. I had ran out of lube before that point so I grabbed some olive oil and used that. I bent my body to angles I'd never bent to before. I was so sore and bruised the next day, and that night, I spent hours fucking myself again. I pleasured myself every night that week.
 
I considered sending him a private message and starting a conversation in real time. It didn't matter what we talked about. I just wanted to talk to him while pleasuring myself without him noticing, and give myself a fraction of what I feel like I was denied that day at the pool. But I couldn't think of a good enough reason to send a message, and I knew that the more I talked to him the more suspicious he would grow of this account, so I never bothered.
 
Within a week I was intimately familiar every detail of Evan's body that he was careless enough to put on the internet. Then one night I used Photoshop to insert his face onto CGI art of a man being swallowed by a dragon. That image served me well many nights. But I wasn't much of an artist myself and I had some money saved up, so I commissioned someone in the community to animate photo-realistic porn of my OC, a sexy dragoness of my design, gobbling up a man who looked just enough like Evan. I didn't sent the artist photos of him, because I didn't want to look like a creep to the artist. But when I got the final product, I used Deep Fake technology to make the animated man look exactly like Evan.
 
I would lay in front of my notebook with my face pressed right up to the screen, watching the scene of my dreams play out.
 
'No, Isabelle, please don't eat me!' Evan begged on the screen as he was pulled slowly down the dragon's throat. The man who did the voice work sounded nothing like the real Evan based on what I recalled of him, but it would do.
 
'I'm sorry, my sweet sweet snack.' I replied. 'You belong to me. You exist to sate my hunger.'
 
'I'm begging you, Isabelle! I don't want to enter your stomach! Isabelle! Please!'
 
He disappeared completely down the dragon's gullet.
 
'You're fucking mine forever, Evan.' I hissed as I rubbed my crotch raw against the pile of clothes underneath my pelvis. 'I searched everywhere for you, and now I fucking have you. I deserve you. I'm entitled to you. Fill my belly forever.'
 
I would sometimes feel like I needed a break from both masturbation and Evan, so I would take days off in a row to be more productive, and I eventually went back into a routine of only 2 or 3 sessions a week, and only one of those would involve him. At one point I considered trying to stalk someone else whose photos I once failed to find, but the idea of chasing anyone again didn't appeal to me as much. But I never stopped being amazed by the fact I was so close to Evan now, and I wanted to DO something else with this power. Should I try getting closer to him in person? I could enter one of his social spaces and try to get him to notice me. But after all this hype, he might not ever have a personality I'm attracted to.
 
But there had to be some other way to take this further. I knew where he worked out. Maybe I could sneakily take his drink bottle and squirt in it without him noticing. Then I would always know the goo of my lust had passed between his adorable lips and into the pit of his abdomen before being digested and had its nutrients spread throughout his whole delectable body. Just the idea of this was the basis of a whole night of me fingering myself. But I knew I would never actually try this. Putting aside any moral reasons why I shouldn't do this to someone, I knew I would get caught.
 
The excitement of this whole situation faded in time, even if I still regularly got pleasure from it. My life became more about work and studying, and I excelled at both. This marks the end of part of the story where if I was ever stupid enough to actually share it with someone, they might at least believe me. What happened next is something I will still never believe until the day I die.
 
I was digging around in the sand on the beach and I discovered a magic lamp. I never expected a genie would actually pop out if I rubbed it, but that's exactly what happened. There was a burst of light and colored smoke, and suddenly I felt a strange presence. I never actually saw the genie, but I then heard him speak in a booming voice.
 
'You have freed me from my imprisonment, moral. For that, I shall grant you three wishes. I shall remain in the ether of your atmosphere until you have made your third wish. After that I will depart to venture through the multiverse. Think carefully about your wishes.'
 
I was sure that I was dreaming, but I quickly realized I was wide awake. Since I've already explained about my poor impulse control regarding my sexuality, you might think I blurted out 'Give me the power to transform into a dragon!'. But I actually put a lot of thought into my first choice here. I tried asking for the ability to cast any magic spell I wanted, but the genie told me his power was limited, and I would have to ask for different spells with each wish. It took me a while to work out the limits of a wish, but I asked a lot of questions, and after 3 days of thinking and writing up the specifications, I said into the air 'I wish I had the ability to transform into this dragon.' I said it as I held up the pages I'd written describing my OC and with pictures from the animation I had commissioned.
 
'Your wish is granted.'
 
I suddenly just felt like I had the ability to transform into her. I went into my basement and locked the door, and transformed for the very first time. I used the vertical mirror here to examine my new body. I started crying with joy. This was exactly how I had always pictured her. I had scaly dark purple skin, pink skin on my underbelly and wings, dark blue eyes and dark red hair. I may have come to accept that I looked attractive enough as a young lady, but this was the first time I had ever truly felt sexy.
 
I spent that night flying through the clouds. It was like a rollercoaster. Then I prowled through the forest at night where I knew nobody would see me. Wild animals fled at my sight. It felt exhilarating, walking around on four legs like a giant cat, feeling the breeze against my naked chest and rump and crotch, knowing I could snap up any animal or person I came across and gulp them down in an instant without resistance. It was a shame I couldn't give this form the ability to turn invisible. I would love to stroll down the street as a dragon, buck naked and unseen, putting my snout right up to gorgeous guys and smelling them, seeing how close I could put my bare pussy up to their face and making them smell the tangy aroma of my lust. I didn't want invisibility enough to waste a wish on it though.
 
It was erotic to just exist at this stage. I now looked at handsome men and I didn't just imagine what it would be like to gobble them up, I KNEW that I could. Walking around as a human, I had to start lining my panties to soak up all the drool.
 
As much as I wanted to swallow a man, I knew there would be consequences, including guilt. I sated my curiosity at least by sneaking back into the forest and swallowing a wild wolf that had broken away from the pack. His fur tickled my long throat on the way down. I had specified for my throat in this form to have erogenous nerve endings, and extra for my tummy. I could also channel fresh air into my belly and withhold my digestive acids. It felt nice to have the horrified wolf scampering around in my tummy as I rubbed my big dragon pussy against a slimy rock. But this didn't feel the same as having a moment with a hunky guy. The wolf might not have even been intelligent enough to know it was inside a stomach. Its sad howls made this feel more like animal abuse than anything else. I actually regurgitated him and let him run free, even though I would've loved to let my belly do what it had always done with things I had swallowed.
 
As I said, it felt arousing just to be alive now, and I didn't NEED to swallow anything else. But I couldn't help but keep scratching at that itch in my brain. I had two more wishes to spend, and I hadn't pushed my urges to their limits yet. I thought maybe I could wish for the ability to bring realistic fleshy robot men into existence, just to beg for their lives before being swallowed. But I would know that they weren't real, thinking and feeling men, and that would ruin the thrill and the connection of it.
 
Part of me wasn't going to be fully satisfied until I consumed a man against his will. I tried to get around this fact by pleasuring myself to the idea of it, and the knowledge that I could do it. But as I said, I just couldn't help but scratch that itch, and the idea became more pressing, and I would spend a night rubbing myself raw only to still feel the psychological need stronger than when I had begun.
 
I thought, 'Surely there would be no harm in at least figuring out HOW I would do it'. And even though I had stopped obsessing over Evan as much since I had my new body to play around with, he was bound to be the first guy I targeted as a real dragon. So I spent my days running scripts in my head, about how I could lure him away somewhere and catch him at the right time and get away with it. But there were always consequences in these scenarios. He would never take the bait or I would never have the right moment to catch him without being seen. And there was the problem of how to keep him silent after I had my way with him. So I started thinking, 'How could I use another wish to catch him?'
 
I could hypothetically use my second wish to gain the power to erase or alter peoples memories. I would meet him at a spot I know he frequently visits, and put a false memory in his head that I was somebody he trusted more than anyone in the world. We would walk to his car together and I would erase the memory of seeing me there from the minds of anybody else in the location. We would wait at my house until night. Then I would transform into a dragon and fly him out into a secluded cave I've discovered deep in the woods. I would put him to sleep for the whole flight, in a way, by blocking his ability to form new memories. Then I would erase his memories of meeting me or driving home with me that day. He would just think that one minute he was out in public, then the next, he had woken in a cave with a dragon.
 
This was the way I would do it. I planned this scenario out in greater detail each time I imagined it. Then I took it a step further by actually going to the public spot where he chilled. I would just blend in with the crowd and enjoy having my dark thoughts while being so close to him. I did this a few times. I think he even became a little familiar with me.
 
The fourth time I got close to him like this, I thought about the fact that I didn't have anywhere to be the next day. I thought about how by some magic miracle, I had a chance to actually enact my fantasy, and that I didn't HAVE to just dream about it. I felt giddy with the knowledge that I COULD make this daydream a reality, TODAY. Did I dare? I would erase the trauma from his memory afterwards. And I would still have one wish left for a selfless cause. Maybe I could end world hunger or cure cancer, and that would justify any bad thing I did to this one man who wouldn't remember the horrific experience of being my plaything anyway?
 
So I did it. I stated my wish to the genie. I thought maybe it had been too many months and he had departed our universe, but then I suddenly just KNEW how to alter a person's memory like it was a basic skill. And the scene played out mostly like I had imagined it. I magically convinced Evan I was his best friend, I led him to his car, we drove to my house, I made him lose consciousness by blocking memory formation, and I flew him out deep into the forest at night. My hands were shaking the whole afternoon and evening. I had to knock him out earlier than planned because I was too nervous to socialize. But in the end, I got him to my secret cave just like I had imagined.
 
The cave was high on a rocky mountain, so it could only be entered from above by a flying creature, and there weren't enough foot-holds for a man to climb out. I had previously set lanterns around here. I lay Evan down on the bed of grass I've made here and I step back to the other side of the cave. I wake him up and give him memories of being camping out in the woods with friends and going alone past a sign that said to keep out. I make him believe he found the hole to my cave on the ground and accidentally fell in.
 
Evan looks around in a panic. When he sees me he has an expression of pure shock on his face.
 
I speak using my regular human voice, which was part of the details of this dragon form I gave the genie. It was no extra cost to give this form something that even my boring human form had. 'I didn't invite you into my cave, little human.'
 
Evan is shocked to learn dragons even exist, and even more astounded that I can speak. 'I didn't mean to! I swear I just fell in by accident!'
 
He's so cute when he's terrified. Part of me wants to just wrap around him and hug him with my whole body and tell him everything will be all right. 'Well I guess I can forgive you.' I say in my most flirty voice. 'When my meals come right to my doorstep, it saves me the trouble of having to hunt for dinner.'
 
His eyes go wide. I creep closer to him and he backs away. 'You..... You wouldn't! I'm an intelligent being just like you!' He's looking around frantically for an exit as I circle him around the wall. This is giving me such a thrill in the base of my tail. 'I promise I'll leave right away!'
 
'You couldn't climb out of here even if I let you. Please don't make me work for my prey. I'm tired after you woke me from my nap.' I yawn, stretching my jaws as far wide as I can just to give him a full view of my throat's fleshy folds.
 
'I'm so sorry! Please, spare me and I'll do whatever you ask of me.'
 
'Well.....' I pretend to look off in thought, though I already know what I want. 'I haven't had a good servant in a while. Most of the animals I eat are too stupid to follow orders.'
 
'I'll follow any order you want.'
 
'Even if I order you to lure more humans back to my cave?'
 
Evan tries to hide his disgust at the suggestion, and says: 'That's something I won't do. If my only chance to live is to betray my race, I'll accept being your prey. I only beg you to not be too cruel as you kill me.'
 
He's such a good person. He really is the perfect guy. Although I feel a bit let down at knowing he'll probably be too nice to understand my dark desires on some level, and also that he doesn't seem to realize how inherently sexual the idea of devouring live prey is to me.
 
I say: 'Fine, then. Just give me a good massage and I'll let you leave. Start at the base of my hind legs. They're sore from me pouncing on small beasts all day. Those critters are easy to catch, but they don't fill you up.' I turn the back half of my body to him and spread my legs. I raise my tail so he can get a good look at my snatch and my pucker, even while I try pretending this isn't about sex. I've always loved the idea of playing little mind games with guys I'm about to feast on.
 
Evan takes timid little steps over to my hind. He slowly puts his hand on the outside of my left back leg and starts kneading my thick reptilian thigh muscles. He rubs me this way for a while. He's probably too shy to go any further around my base. I tell him: 'Now start massaging more towards the back.' He starts on the softer backside of my legs. Then his hand rakes against my inner thigh. It's so sudden that I have an involuntary jerk reaction. This makes him jump back a bit. We're both equally tense. I can see in his scared little human eyes that he's worried he's done the wrong thing.
 
I slowly step back towards him and wrap my tail gently around him. I tenderly draw him in closer. He slowly risks tickling my inner thigh again. 'Yes, that feels nice.' I coo and make soft moans. I hope he'll get the hint about what I really want him to do. I spread my legs wider apart. This causes my flaps to open a tiny crack with every rub he gives my leg. He moves onto the opposite leg, but after that he just goes back to the first. This feels nice, but I'll need to give him more of a hint.
 
'I'm getting bored.' I say. 'Don't you have any way to spice this up?' Evan makes more nervous sounds and then starts rubbing harder, but he won't get any closer to my clam. 'This just isn't as relaxing as having live prey struggling in my belly. I love the way my meals throw themselves against the back of my stomach. I feel that all the way in my tail.' Evan dares to put his hands in the creases between my legs and taint and rub harder. 'Mmmm. That's a lot better. But it's still nowhere near as good as a moving meal.' He looks mortified now as he rubs harder and harder, closer and closer to my pleasure hole. My vulva starts to open and close like the fat lips of a fish. I feel a stream of drool oozing out and running down my taint.
 
I say: 'Sorry, You got so close to giving a good massage, but at this rate I think I'm going to have to slurp you up for supper.'
 
'No! Wait! Wait!' Evan whimpers and spreads my flaps. He hesitates as my lust fluid cascades out and then plunges his face into my hole. I can't help but let a dragon-like roar slip out as he takes my entire clitoris into his gob. My clit is probably fatter than his little human cock when I'm a dragon. He pushes his face in and pulls it out in a desperate rhythm. He's massaging my vulva with his head while sucking and chewing my button like a starving dog.
 
I have no words for this feeling. It's strongest in and around my crotch, but I feel it like electricity running in my legs and spine and neck and my tail. My eyes are watering. This is everything I've ever fantasized about. I taunt him further. 'You pathetic little human men always go for my gash when you're terrified. Awwwwww. Are you hoping Mommy will let you back into her womb and keep you safe from the big scary dragon?' Evan almost gags on my clit, but he keeps on gobbling me like a starving man at a feast. I pincer him between my legs and lock his head into the right spot between my thighs. I start slowly grinding my crotch, and Evan, into the ground as he's slurping me up. I pound the ground around him with my tail.
 
This is exquisite. It's the absolute best sexual experience of my young life. I let him desperately eat me out for a long time. It's almost perfect, but it still feels like I'm missing something. I'm not feeling him slide down my throat or thrash around in my belly. He probably isn't even afraid that I'll ever eat him now that he's causing me to gush and hearing my aroused moans. I still haven't pushed my lust to its limits. I curse myself for not kidnapping more men to swallow as I'm being serviced. But it wouldn't matter anyway, because they wouldn't be my sweet scared innocent Evan. If only I had more of him. No..... I can't do what I'm thinking of doing! I promised myself I would use my last wish to make the world a better place. And this would be a new low, even for me. But the more I feel my empty belly rumbling as I'm eaten out, the more I realize I really want to do this. I let him keep working his magic on my crotch and just try to fantasize, but as always, the fantasy is never enough.
 
I say: 'Genie, I wish I had the power to make living, thinking and feeling clones of people, who are exact copies right down to their complete memories.' I decide to add something else: 'And I want the power to make them vanish when I'm done with them.'
 
I hear the genie speak: 'Your final wish has been granted. I will now depart from your universe.'
 
I wipe Evan's memory of hearing me make my final wish and he continues servicing me. I then cause an exact replica of Evan to appear in front of me with a puff of smoke. I erase the clone's memories of his own physical appearance, and I do the same with Evan so they will both think they're the real Evan if they see the other one. I also give the real one memories of seeing other men chained up along my wall as he fell in here. The clone believes he just fell into my cave, and so looks from my face to the man eating me out. He's visibly shocked and confused. 'There's nothing like a healthy snack while putting one of my sex toys to work.' I say. I open my jaw wide, and the clone covers his face.
 
I plunge my neck forward. The clone disappears into my throat all the way up to his waist. In an instant, I satisfy the curiosity I've had for a long time about what Evan tastes like. He's covering my entire tongue, my palate and the wet flesh of my throat. He kicks his legs and screams for mercy. It's such a weird feeling to feel a scream inside my throat that isn't coming from me. It's one of those little things I never thought about whenever I imagined doing something like this. I tilt my long neck back and don't even need to swallow. My throat is large and slippery enough with moisture that the clone just slides down my gullet without resistance. His kicks and squirms tantalize the sexual nerve endings of my esophagus. I feel him squeeze through the sphincter leading into my stomach, and his panicked thrashes against my inner belly walls feel more delightful than anything else I've felt. A tear of joy rolls from my eye.
 
I snake my long neck around so my face is right in front of my belly and say: 'I love feeling the helpless squirms of human boys. You better keep it up. My stomach starts secreting digestive juices when it gets bored.' I'm actually preventing my stomach from releasing acids at this point. The clone splashes around more inside me, stirring up pockets of gas that make my guts rumble. 'I don't think just one boy can satisfy my appetite.' I summon another clone into existence. I snarf him up even faster than the first one, but I lay my throat flat so he doesn't slide down as quickly. I let him get 5 feet down my long gullet, then regurgitate him back up 4 feet, then swallow him down 5 feet again, then 4 back up. My throat feels AMAZING right now. Is this how men feel in their cocks when they're masturbating? No. There's no way that feels remotely as divine as this. I'm digging my front claws into the cave floor and spreading my hind legs even further.
 
Just before he reaches my stomach, I create a third Evan clone. I give this one a memory of me telling him that I'll burn him to a crisp unless he crawls into my butt. He desperately forces himself against my tiny pink pucker. He's having trouble widening my hole enough to even get his arms in. I see him scoop up some of the juice leaking from my clam onto the real Evan as he feasts on my clit. The third clone desperately smears my natural lube over his head, chest and arms. He's sobbing as he forces his way up into my turd hole. I can't help but let a stream of silent gas leak out as he slithers his way inside. This actually feels a bit painful on my raw anal passage, but that's good. It reminds me that this is really happening ans not just a flawless unreal fantasy in my imagination.
 
I create and ingest a clone number 4. I'm now getting pleasured from almost every direction. Two clones are splashing about against my inner tummy and fighting each other for stale air that's scented like my vomit. One clone is kicking around in my mouth as I explore his shape and flavor with my massive tongue. One clone is struggling as he's being constricted by the hard but spongy walls of my rectum. The real Evan who eluded me for so many frustrating and empty nights is sucking my pussy as I clamp him in place with my thighs and feet. This is heaven. This feels better than being a good person ever could. I can only think of one more way to improve this. I give the real Evan a memory of me ordering him to walk up to my face, so none of the others hear. He obeys me and I immediately create a clone to replace him at licking my gash.
 
Evan climbs the ledge in front of me at my command. 'Look into my eyes.' I order, with my voice muffled by the clone in my mouth. Evan stares directly into my gaze like an obedient little slave. I slurp the clone's two legs up like spaghetti and gulp him down as he screams. Evan starts to look away. 'No, keep looking at me.' He forces himself to hold my gaze. He's looking down at me from up high, just like the day we first met at the pool. Only back then, he saw an innocent human girl, who he would never suspect was pressing her vulva up to a jet in a public pool, let alone imagining consuming him alive while doing it. Now he sees me for the insatiable, ravenous dragon goddess that I've always been deep inside.
 
I say: 'I never got a chance to introduce myself to you. I know who you are, Evan. I've been watching you for a long time. My name is Isabelle Wagner. I'm pleased to finally be able to talk to you.' Evan forces himself to nod. 'Please, stroke my face, tenderly like I'm your soul mate.' He obeys. His hands are shaking, but he still strokes my mane and cheek and lower jaw like I always imagined. 'You are mine, Evan. You belong to me, now and forever. I will derive pleasure from you in any and every way I can imagine, and only when I die of old age will you be free of your duty to fulfill my wants and needs. Do you understand?' Evan nods. He has the look of someone putting on a brave face because he knows he has no say in the matter.
 
The clone at my crotch takes one long deep suck of my clitoris. I feel myself pushed over the limit into orgasm. I pick this clone up with my feet and plunge him all the way into my snatch. The sensation of cumming while having three different erogenous zones squirmed against by four different clones is exhilarating. It feels like going down on a rollercoaster, but purely sexual, and all throughout my body. I manage to keep eye contact with the real Evan the whole time and he keeps stroking my face. It feels like this perfect moment lasts forever. But once my body's done and the clones are still squirming for life, I will all of them to magically vanish. My body is now completely empty, but my soul is full. I make Evan unconscious, swallow him, and fly him back to his house.
 
I wipe his memory of ever meeting me in public that day, and give him false memories of spending the whole night at home. I fly back to my cave and sleep there alone. I'm in bliss as I fall asleep. The bliss lasts for the next 2 days, but then I start feeling guilty about what I've done. Not about wasting a wish that could make the world a better place for everyone, but about what I did to Evan. I go to visit him in public. He seems perfectly fine. It really is as if the most horrible night of his life never happened.
 
It's now been a while since that night. When I saw that he really wasn't traumatized, I eventually decided to treat myself to Evan and his clones again. But eventually, I decided I STILL wanted more from him. So I found a way to bump into him in public. I got speaking to him and we sort of became friends. I didn't manipulate his memory to make him like me, but I feel like I was comfortable enough with him that I must feel like a free spirit around him, and that made me attractive. We actually began dating. The idea of dating him didn't excite me much since I had already extracted pure pleasure from him, but it just felt right being in his company. We started getting serious, and now we're officially girlfriend and boyfriend.
 
I would keep using his clones in unimaginable ways to give me sinful gratification. The real Evan will never have any idea of the absolute torture I put exact copies of him through. To him, I'm the perfect girlfriend. But the funny thing is that he has this weird power to make me feel like I'm the innocent virtuous woman he believes I am. Maybe I really am I good person to this version of him. He keeps telling me how happy I make him.
 
I will never stop using his clones in cruel ways, but Evan makes me want to be a better person in other ways. There are plenty of other people using their power for evil. Rich politicians spread lies to keep themselves in power. I've started paying more attention to politics. Now I make it my duty to walk through large crowds and use my powers to erase the lies from people's heads, and to plant fake memories of learning facts that will convince them to vote for better candidates. I know that if I keep doing this for the rest of my life, issues like homelessness and hunger will eventually be solved by the government.
 
I wouldn't care about the fate of humanity if I didn't think any individual person was worth fighting for. I have an amazing guy in my life now, and that makes me want to spread happiness to everyone I can. I'll never forget the day I met Evan, and how he brought out both the worst monster in me and also the person most likely to make the world a better place.