Pheagle took off his helmet and walked off the field, exhausted. He needed to refuel...but which bottle was his again? He grabbed one and chugged it thirstily.
His thirst quenched, Pheagle stuck his helmet back on and took his place on the field. The quarterback threw a long pass, but being a seasoned wide receiver, he caught it easily.
Confident that he could score, Pheagle started running with the football in his arm, unaware of the changes taking place to his body. Metallic dragon claws burst through his cleats, with a small wheel on the underside of both feet! Perhaps it was the drink talking, but Pheagle could not be distracted. In fact, he felt unstoppable!
As he ran, the changes advanced up his legs, ripping his football shorts. His torso expanded, ripping his jersey. But it was only when an unusual bump pushed against the back of Pheagle's shorts that he realized something was amiss...something felt a bit off and he wasn't the only one to notice!
Despite that, Pheagle continued to run, his hands thickening into draconic talons and bursting through his gloves, while his tail stretched his shorts to the limit and large spikes ripped through the back of his jersey!
Pheagle couldn't take the pressure anymore...he grunted as his face pushed forward and his shirts finally gave way to a large planedragon tail. He sighed in relief, but it wasn't over yet. He closed his eyes as two large horns smashed their way through his helmet!
His face continued to push outward against the helmet's faceguard as it transformed. Finally the feeling of tightness disappeared as the helmet disintegrated, unable to contain Pheagle's large planedragon head. Meanwhile, Pheagle's chest grew larger and riveted.
Through the entire fiasco, Pheagle still hadn't given up on that touchdown...but his body was now a bit too thicc thanks to his very large planedragon belly! Fortunately, his wings finally formed, bursting through what was left of his jersey!
Once his wings were fully-formed, Pheagle was ready. He turned on his engines and headed towards the end zone with the football. He was gonna make it!
TOUCHDOWN! Pheagle threw the ball at the ground in celebration and the crowd cheered in response. No one seemed to care that he'd become a strange hybrid of dragon and airplane...all that mattered was the win!
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