A Dragon’s Dragon.
Saying that it was a shitty day would have been an understatement. The wind was howling in from the east, churning up storms a plenty in its wake. It was raining hard enough to make you wonder if someone or something was trying to flood the world. The target of the torrential downpour was a small urban community, somewhere in the middle of North America. Everything about it was average, almost a perfect gray area between the white and the black. Its buildings were average, all of the same height, and laid out in a perfect grid formation. Maybe 2000 people lived there, and practically everyone knew everyone else. Crime existed, but it wasn’t anything special. This was a city that was neither bad nor good to live in. Rather, it was just boring as hell, unless you were of the age group or mindset of folk whom enjoyed living in a place where nothing ever happens.
The name of the city you ask? Why of all things, its name is Dragon. The irony of the chosen name had not come to light yet, but it soon would. This town was one of the few that had not seen any of the horrors just the past year, during the huge neo-race riots. Five years prior, medical science had come out with a breakthrough series of gene therapy treatments, aimed at fixing ailments on the cellular level. Soon after, some brilliant guy figured out how to use this technology for a new kind of plastic surgery. Rather than having to go under the knife and have your face marked up, now you could take tailored drugs, and have whole body modifications done via chemical therapy. All this had happened in the span of only a few months. And as anyone knows, once you let the genie out of the bottle, it’s very hard to put it back in again. Some people didn’t like the idea that people could suddenly change their bodies that easily, and they started spitting flames when the next step arrived. One spring morning, a large group of people revealed that they had taken the drugs, and gone beyond the boundaries expected of this science. They were not even human anymore. Gone were their soft frames, replaced by powerful sculpted bodies, fur lined, and very much animal like. Humans had abandoned humanity, and taken on a more animalistic form. They seemed rather pleased with themselves, but the hate groups sure didn’t like it.
Within a week, several thousand of these human animals had emerged into the world, all through unknown tampering of the wonder drug. The hate groups, or Policlubs as they were called, staged an international riot. The human animals were dragged out into the street and stoned to death, their bodies placed on display as a warning to the rest of humanity. Once again, a group of people had decided to take matters into their own hands, and decide what is best for the rest of the world. The surviving animal-men didn’t like this one bit, and used their new bodies to their advantage. Whole sects of Policlub members were torn apart by fang and claw, and the streets ran red with the blood of both sides. Of course the police and even the military stepped in, arresting both sides left and right. It was a horrible series of nights, the death toll in the tens of thousands.
The governments of the world were confused as to what to do with these animalistic citizens, but eventually came to a decision. As they were born human, and were very much still sentient tax payers, they passed laws making the creatures just as much members of society as the humans that hated them. Of course the Policlubs didn’t like this one bit, and still stated the odd riot here and there. Now, 5 years later, you can see the Animal Men, or furs as they like to be called, living alongside everyone else. Some think it’s odd to see a 7ft super muscled Tiger man walking down the street beside them, but they don’t say anything.
And this is where the tale of Dragon comes into play. You see, there are zero Furs living in the place. Not that surprising considering it’s so small, and mostly older folk. But that spark of interest was always there, and it was only a matter of time before somebody stepped up to the plate. So sometime during the year 2011, the story of the Dragon of Dragon began.
It all began with a young man by the name of Jack, whom was going to the only High School in town, and hating every second of it. Who could enjoy boring everyday shit, when there were so many interesting things just outside the city limits? Heck, the popular rumor of the week was that there was a traveling group of Furs camped out in a field. Jack of course wanted to see them, as did most people his age. Jack being 17, was a member of the curious teenaged males club. While not an officially recognized club, they hoped to eventually get accepted into the worldwide “clubs” guild at some point, right after they recognized the worldwide Starbucks drinkers association as an official theology.
Jack was busy staring out the window rather than working on a very boring math problem, when a loud crack brought him back to attention. Once again, the professor had cracked the preverbal whip, in this case a big meter stick, right across his desk. Sitting up strait, he mumbled an apology, and once again sank into the dreary monotony that is public school. Not being one for any of this stuff, he flipped open his notebook, and after carefully making sure nobody was watching, began to add to his growing collection of sketches. The Furs that existed now fascinated him to no end, having done so since their arrival into the world half a decade ago. Today he was working on drawing a Dragon-Man, a masterpiece in its own right. A few of the other people in his class knew of his liking for the beasts, and thought it amusing. Of course, they had all been brainwashed by the older generation, having already come to the conclusion that they were bad in some way, before they had met a single one. Working diligently on a claw, he expertly flipped the page over to a half compete math problem when the teacher came too close.
Eventually the day came to a close, and Jack left school like he’d done every day since his sixth year of existence. Bored to tears, he went and unlocked his bike from the rack, and started to ride off home. He lived with his family in the southern edge of town, about 10 minutes away by bike. Today he was hoping for something different though. He rode south towards his house, but kept right on going. It only took about 20 minutes to ride from one end of the city to the other, thus it took no time at all to leave the city, and continue on down the road. This was nothing out of the ordinary however, as he had often gone on rides in the country. Today he wasn’t going to the normal trails through, he was seeking out the rumored camp of Furs that were supposed to be out this way. He figured they had to be somewhere in between his down and the next one, which was a two hour ride away. On a clear day, you could almost see the other little place, which was a farming community. It was still many kilometers away, but the ground around these parts was so flat, that you could see your wife running away for three days.
It didn’t take very long to leave the city behind, zooming along the blacktop towards what appeared to be a tent in the distance. It almost seemed strange seeing a stereotypical shanty town traveling the world this day and age, but the furs seemed to like them. The odd car passed by and honked at the youth as he made his way towards some hopeful change and entertainment, the tents appearing larger than he first thought. He was upon them soon enough, resting his bike against a lone standing tree on the outer edge of the crude camp. A shadow passed over his own almost instantly, and he turned around to see an 8ft tall tiger man staring down at him. Some built in sense of self preservation was tweaking the back of his synapses, staring up at the huge and very powerful looking predator. Repressing a momentary shudder, he stared the big cat in the eyes, and smiled. It was strange and slightly unnerving to have the huge beast smile back.
“Umm… hiyah.”
Jack wrung his hands a bit, totally unprepared in the way of greeting such a creature. He realized that he should have thought of this ahead of time. But of course it was too late now, and he had to stay the course or get the hell out of the sea. The cat man took the initiative however, and extended a huge meaty paw to shake.
“Hello human. I suppose you’re here for the 4 o’clock show?”
“Show, what show?”
Jack of course was totally confused, not knowing about any show. The tiger had already figured out the situation apparently, as he was gently tugging him by his lanky arm towards the big tent. He was unceremoniously tossed inside the tent, which revealed itself to be some kind of weird circus show. Basically it was just an over-glorified freak show, furs parading themselves before a mostly disgusted human audience, showing off their muscles. This of course wasn’t doing anything for Jack, minus the odd lady fur that happened to strut her stuff. He promptly turned around, and found the tiger man still standing in the general area.
“I’m sorry, but I wasn’t here for the 4 o’clock show. How to put this… I’m here for other reasons.”
The tiger didn’t seem to quite get what he meant, and his thrashing tail only accented the confusion. Jack sighed somewhat and placed a hand over his eyes, trying to find the words to express himself.
“Look, I came here because I was interested in all of you furs.”
“So? That’s what the 4 o’clock show is for.”
“Not that kind of interest, I came here to learn.”
“4 o’clock show. Very educational.”
“You’re really stupid you know that?”
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”
Jack again rubbed at his forehead, wondering if he should just be bluntly honest. Figuring he had nothing to loose, he stared the tiger in the eyes again, and cleared his throat.
“I come from a small town, where there are no furs. You fascinate me, and I wanted to know from you people in person, what it was like.”
The tiger mulled this one over, tail swishing slower now as he cupped his large fuzzy chin in a huge paw. Rubbing it gently, he debated over what the human asked.
“Come with me little one.”
Man did these furs ever like making a point of reminding humans that they were bigger and stronger than they were. Jack followed along behind the muscle bound cat beast, and was led to a smaller set of tents. They were sectioned off from the rest by large view erasing tarps, effectively marking them as a no-public area. Most of the furs seemed surprised that their privacy was violated by the human, and Jack soon saw why. Not a one of them were wearing any clothing.
His blush only lasted for a short while, as all the naked furs left the general area, or simply turned around. The tiger man led him into one of the tents, and sat him down in a much too large chair.
“I take it by the redness of your face that you didn’t know of a furs preference for no clothing?”
“You could say that.”
“Well, why don’t you explain our curiosity with us a little better? I’m guessing your curiosity towards us extends a little more than wanting to sit and have some tea. By the way, would you like some?”
“Huh?”
“Some tea.”
“Oh, sure thing.”
The tiger man got up and went over to a small table, where there was a hotplate connected to the solar power plant outside. Soon a kettle was heating away atop it, and the Tiger seemed to be mulling things over in his mind. Jack was doing likewise, deciding if he was able to say what he had on his mind. They both moved to speak at the same time; Jack got the first word in.
“I want to be like you.”
“I figured as much. Sit still for a while, and have your tea when it’s ready. Do you come from one of the small towns around here?”
“Yes, I come from north of here, the town of Dragon.”
“Dragon? Never been there, sounds like a nice place.”
“If by nice you mean boring, mundane, and 100% human.”
The tiger man chuckled at this, his long and quite thick tail swishing around in contemplation and mirth. He knew damned fine what it was like to be trapped in a very boring and unusually plain place for too long. He padded over to prepare the tea how that water was boiling, as he went over the coming days in his mind. He knew damned fine that this human was soon going to join their ranks, what as he did not know yet. With a start that made his ears stand up strait, he realized that not once was he gracious enough to offer his paw and his name to his guest. Turning around with a blush, he extended his meaty paw, and awaited Jack’s return shake.
“I’m sorry, I’ve not once properly introduced myself. My name is Taigerr, pleased to meet you.”
Jack climbed out of the fur sized chair, and placed his slender hand inside the giant paw.
“My name is Jack. Nice to meet you Taigerr.”
They both sat back down and enjoyed their cup of tea, to jack the cup looking like a small bowl. Jack still could not get over how big and strong each of these furs looked, though he had it in his mind to find some rounder ones on a whim. Smirking to himself, he startled back to reality as the large tiger stood up again, and showed him the way out.
“We’ll go see the doctor now. He has the chemicals required to give you what you want. What do you want to be anyways? Most folk seem to choose felines and lupines of some sort.”
“I want to be a Dragon.”
“Oh… I can’t say I’ve ever seen one of those before.”
Taigerr was silent for the rest of the short walk to another tent, where he opened the flap, pushed Jack in, and made a retreat to wherever he came from. There was a tall shadow off to one side, in this tent that was tilled with beakers and heaters. It looked like a lab.
“Come in young one. I assume you’ve come here for the treatment?”
“Yes sir.”
“You do understand that this is not some random fad you can engage in right? There is no cure for what you are asking.”
“I know that. I’ve wanted this for years.”
“Well that’s settled then. What can I get you? A wolf, a tiger, or a bear? They’re quite popular choices this year.”
“No thank you. I want to be a dragon.”
“A Dragon! Nobody has asked me for that in my entire career.”
The shadow stepped into the light, revealing himself to be a 7ft tall rail thin wolf morph, wearing a small pair of glasses and a dirty lab coat. He wandered over to a book, and started flipping through the pages.
“The chemicals used to transform a person into one of us are all the same. A simple additive is mixed with the base to produce the required result. In a sense, the second chemical is just the flavor of the product.”
“Sounds interesting, but can you do what I’m asking?”
“Yes, just be patent. I need to search through this book to find the proper configurations for the second chemical. I don’t have any on hand, and seeing as Dragons are rare to non-existent, we’ll have to play this one by ear.”
“Ok. I’ll just sit here then.”
Jack found a seat on a crate of something towards the back of the tent, and watched as the stereotypical mad scientist went about his work, mixing this and that in large beakers, and preparing the dosage required. The wolf man sure took his sweet time, walking from one beaker to another as he mixed up the required chemicals. Frustration was evident on his muzzle, yet he seemed eager to finish up. It was almost like these fur people were eager to have their numbers swell. Eventually the doctor came and poked Jack, whom had fallen asleep sitting on a stack of boxes. Starting awake, he looked up into face of the wolf man, and smiled.
“Finished?”
“Yes, just drink the contents of this vial, and keep lots of food on hand. You’re going to be very hungry.”
“Ok then. How long does it take?”
“Oh that varies. You’re going to be the first dragon I ever made. It took me only a day to shift over.”
Jack nodded and left the tent, bidding farewell to Taigerr on his way out of the traveling town. He knew this was a big step, and also knew that the results of his transformation could be unfavorable in the eyes of many around him. But he knew this was what he wanted, so he went ahead with his plan anyways. Riding home, a sense of strong relief and euphoria swept through his body, at the thought of what he might soon become. It didn’t take long to get home again, and he managed to run upstairs without anyone saying anything about his lateness from school. He hid the vial of chemical compound in a dresser drawer, and then proceeded to move downstairs to the pantry as silently as possible. Snatching up packages of snack foods, ready to eat meals, and other things, he carried armload after armload upstairs, and stashed them away under his bed. Then before anyone could notice him, he sealed himself inside his room, and stared at the dresser. This was the point of no return. He knew there was no cure for what he was about to do, as he reached out and opened the hiding place.
“Well, this is it. Hello new life.”
Popping a cork off the top of the thing, he quickly swallowed the foul tasting brew, and went to lie down on the bed. He was feeling tired from his bike ride, and felt a rest was in order. Shortly his eyes started to close, as one portion of the potions properties was to put the subject to sleep. Jacks mother knocked on his door to announce it was dinnertime several hours later, and Jack woke up with a start. He looked himself over, dismayed to see that nothing had happened yet. He realized he was quite hungry and very tired, so he decided to eat quickly and get back upstairs. Trudging down the wooden steps to the dining room, he pulled out a chair and sat down. His siblings and parents were already there waiting for him, and they all looked at him with concern.
“Are you all right?” Asked Jacks mother, her look of concern strongest in the throng.
“Yes mum. Just a little tired tonight.”
Jack looked feverish, his skin an inflamed red. His family assumed he had a flu of some sort. They became even more confused when Jack began eating happily, if rapidly. They silently ate their dinner along side the apparently starving teenager, as he packed away over four times what he normally ate. Looking bloated yet content, Jack waved to his family and announced that he was going up to bed, as he was not feeling very well. Wandering back up the steps, he collapsed onto his bed and drifted off to sleep. The changes started soon after, slowly appearing in various areas across his sleeping frame. Skin crawling for the briefest of seconds, bones began to stretch and reshape themselves into a new and primary configuration. Jack’s socks stretched out as his feet began to slowly reshape into paws, 5 human toes bonding into the three clawed setup native to his new species. Slowly but surely the fabric reached its limit, and began to tear and shred along the seams. Three large sharp claws poked their way free, and both white foot restraining swatches of cloth flew apart into various bits, flying this way and that before hitting the ground in a heap. In place of once human feet were two large and impressive looking dragon paws. Strangely enough, they were still covered in pinkish skin. The transformations traveled from paws up, his lower legs expanding with newfound muscle into something more fitting for a dragon.
As his lower legs were bulking up and looking rather ripped, they also began to lengthen. His knees expanded to compensate shortly thereafter, followed up by the beginnings of new muscle mass on his upper legs. Rippling new sets of musculature appeared every where you could think of, bloating up like long sets of balloons to fantastic proportions. Just as the pinkish skin looked as if it could stand no more, the swelling stopped. For a while nothing else happened, the very human Jack sitting there equipped with a longer set of super muscled up legs. It was quite the comical site to behold, despite the fact that he was alone in the room at the time. His hips were the next thing to start enlarging, growing slightly rounder and wider to support the weight of his body. A lump formed in his shorts as his crotch reformed into a dragon’s sheath, becoming visibly larger and defined. The fabric strained on the overstretched undergarments, but did not rip enough to be revealing. Muscles continued to show themselves as they expanded up his middle, becoming a large tight six pack. His sides bloated out as well, becoming wider and buffer as it traveled up towards his chest and shoulders. The T-shirt he was wearing filled out as his pecks bloated out like two fleshy balloons, the fabric straining and tearing in places. Next his whole upper torso widened a good few inches, providing the extra room required for the rest of the transformation.
His shoulders began to expand into large muscle packed spheres, each in time with the other. The growth continued down each of his arms, making them longer and thicker with bulked up muscle as his new draconic form took more hold. His fingers shifted slowly from thin human digits into longer thicker dragon ones, finger nails expanding to form sharp yet dexterous claws. As his paw like hands bloated and thickened up, the only change remaining started to take shape. His neck thickened up rather fast compared to the rest of his change, followed by the sides of his face. His jaw line changed somewhat, as the front of his face started to stretch out into a long dragons muzzle. There were a few grinding and popping sounds as the bones restructured quite a bit, but soon his face was a foot long or more. It widened up a bit as well, his upper head swelling up to give room for his enlarged dragons brain, and the rest of the lot. His ears extended backwards like sails, becoming pointed and fleshy as they took on a unique characteristic onto themselves. Finally four small horns appeared in a square pattern atop his skull, pointing backwards. The bed creaked from its increased load, Jacks paws having pushed off the end by a foot or so.
His pink skin started to darken in color, taking on a more tanned look. The skin also started to thicken, becoming tough yet flexible dragon hide. A little shiver ran down his almost fully dragon body, as little black spots started to swell up on his hide. Over the next hour they covered him from head to paw, making him look like he’d just crawled into a tar pit. And with that, the miracle potion had done its job. The transformation was complete.
***
Wisps of overnight fog clung to the ground, drifting over rock and river leaving dew in its wake. The first beams of pre-dawn light caused the fields of the farming town to shine brighter than the moon itself, near blinding at the right angle. As the fog was lifting and the sun rising, a solitary beam of light wormed its way through a crack in Jacks bedroom window blinds, casting a quarter sized dot of brilliance upon the floor. As is rather common, said dot moved across the floor, up a creaking and bent bedpost and stopped upon a black mass of goop. Said black mass happened to be hiding Jacks new eye, which blinked and popped open to let in the unwelcome brightness.
“Errrgg… go away.”
Of course expecting any results from such a wicked and powerful verbal assault upon the sun was foolish at best. The oversized black mass of putrid looking black liquid stirred somewhat, sleepily pushing itself off the bent and near collapsing bed-frame. The sheets stuck to the black sludge which covered its body, and were dragged half way across the room before detaching. Paws left black stains upon the light carpeting as Jack wandered towards his door, barely noticing that he had to duck down to exit the room. Walking down the hall, the increased sound and weight of his steps didn’t register, only the need to splash some water in his eyes made it through his tired synapses.
He wandered into the bathroom, large meaty tail clearing the closing door just as his mother walked by on her way downstairs. She of course saw nothing, pausing as the shower turned on. She figured it must be her son, and went to make breakfast. As the water was heating, Jack idly wiped a paw over the fogging mirror, so he could see himself as he’d done every day for the majority of his teenaged life. Seeing the sticky black mass covering his entire body was shocking enough, but his new much larger eyes was the kicker. He couldn’t help but be slightly disgusted at the dripping and sticky black mass that covered his entire body, and without a second thought got into the shower. This time he registered that he had to bend past the curtain rod to fit, and his head went all the way to the ceiling. Obviously the transformation had worked, though he couldn’t place why he was covered in all this mire of blackness.
The warm water felt glorious against his new hide, and he poured half a bottle of soap onto his body and began to lather up. The bubbles rising, he idly hummed to himself and scrubbed at his new body with a washcloth. It took a while as he was larger than he was before, but soon he started to notice he was getting cleaner. Looking down past the bubbles, he eyeballed a large bulge between his legs. It took a moment to register what it was, but when he did he nearly broke into a childish giggle. Scrubbing away, he finally got enough of the blackness off to see his own skin. Only it wasn’t skin anymore. While the black goop covered him all night, a coat of golden bronze scales had grown in. He marveled at the wonderful color, and continued to scrub himself down. It took the rest of the bottle of soap and about 15 minutes of constant rubbing to get all the goop off, but soon an 8ft tall bronze anthro dragon was standing buck naked in the shower.
He just stood there for a second leaning against the back wall, looking himself over. He had really done it. Abandoned his boring humanity, and embraced something much more. He marveled at his gigantic muscle structure, really surprised at how big he was. The sight was so interesting and arousing at the same time, that soon there came a stirring in his loins. He looked down at the mound between his legs, and was rewarded by seeing a set of scales Part Company, and let his new dragon sheath out into the world. Taking hold as if by instinct, he squeezed and explored its surface, coaxing his large red member out into the world. It bloated and swelled up rapidly, becoming over a foot long, and rather thick. He gawked at it, maw agape and eyes swirling. What came next was something to remember.
Grasping hold of his new equipment, he marveled at the wonderful feeling of thick dexterous dragon fingers on such a sensitive area. With a light hiss, he began to stroke his own love probe slowly, bracing himself against the wall with his free paw. It was like nothing he ever felt before, working his talon equipped digits up and down his long shaft. Pausing here and there to tease the tip, he tried not to growl as his draconic features split into a feral grin. He couldn’t help but bend at the waist as he jerked himself faster now, thrusting into his own paw as he rubbed it back and forth. A low rumble soon started to be emitted from his chest, surprising him for a second before he realized it was just himself purring. No sooner than he got back to stroking, his member mushroomed and blew out a powerful load of sticky dragon seed. He was taken aback by the force, slipping and winding painfully on his tail. Covered in sticky globs of his own liquids, he slowly got up off his bruised tail, and resumed cleaning himself. The happy afterglow settled in soon after, making him dreary eyed as he cleaned up all evidence of his morning entertainment. He made a note to do this as often as possible.
Jack the dragon turned off the water, and got out of the shower, snagging some towels to mop his hide dry. He noted with interest that the water seemed to run right off him, almost as if he was semi water proof. Polishing off the dry job, he reached out for the door handle, and then recoiled as if it were electrocuted. A thought ran through his mind, namely what his family would think of a muscled up 8ft tall dragon man coming down to breakfast instead of their son from the night before. He knew he couldn’t just leave, so he had to reveal himself. Opening the door slowly, he poked his snout out just a hair and snuffed the air. Peeking out further, he saw that there was nobody around, and snuck into his room. One thing he didn’t take into account was just how heavy he was. The floor squeaked with every step, and his mother came around the corner of the stairs just as he snuck out of sight.
“Jack? Is that you up there? Hurry up and get down to breakfast before it gets cold!”
“I’ll be right down mum!”
“Are you alright? You sound like you have a cold.”
Jack noticed how much his voice had changed. It was deeper and more pronounced, each letter being slurred out slightly due to his new shape of mouth and longer tongue. He squeaked a reply to his mother that he was indeed alright, and closed the door to his room while he tried to figure things out. He knew for a fact his parents would freak, despite the fact that he had mentioned to them on prior occasions that he thought the idea of becoming a morph was interesting. Pacing around in his room, he noticed the total mess he’d made of the carpets and bed, and couldn’t help but chuckle. Looking at his paws, he realized with a start that he was still very much naked, and decided to fix that situation. Digging around in his wardrobe, he found a pair of baggy sweat pants with a very stretchy waist elastic. It was a struggle, but he managed to get them on. His legs were so muscled up though, that they were rather kin tight. He felt that if he flexed at all, they would rip. But for now, they would have to do. He noticed another problem soon after. He was starving! Looking in the area’s where he stashed food, he snatched out everything he could see and began consuming it right away. The hunger didn’t subside though, and kept him eating until he had cleared out every snack he hid away. The doctor had told him he would be requiring lots of food, but this was insane! Gone was his worry about what his family would say, as he walked downstairs with heavy paw-falls and sat down on a too small chair. Tail sticking through the back, he began to eat everything that was laid out at the table. He didn’t notice his family staring at him with wide eyed and speechless shock, as he consumed his and their breakfast. Only after he’d eaten just about everything there was on the table did anyone say anything?
“Who the hell are you?”
“Huh?”
“Don’t play dumb! How did you get into our house?”
Jack the dragon belched slightly and rubbed his slightly bloated and now happily full belly, thinking over what was just asked. His family had no idea who he was, but at least they weren’t calling the police yet.
“I don’t know how to say this… But I’m Jack.”
“WHAT?”
“You heard me.”
His family looked at each other, the look of shock and surprise melting to one of confusion and mild anger. They all knew about the furs and morphs of the world, and while tolerant of their existence they never expected Jack to be serious about his likings of them to go this far. The younger siblings walked away as if suddenly disinterested in the giant dragon man sitting at the table, while his mother and father continued to gawk. Jack placed his paws on his lap and stared back at his parents, inwardly getting a bit of a chuckle out of the situation. Both his parents startled back to reality when they heard a low sound breaking the air around them. It so happened to be Jacks wagging tail, which almost caused the group to break down into hysterics. His father was the first to speak.
“So… You’re this now.”
“Yes dad, I am. And just to let you know ahead of time, there is no reversing it.”
“Yes son… we know that.”
At that they both left the table, and went upstairs to their room. When Jack heard their door lock, he figured they no longer wanted to talk. He looked at is paws for a while, thinking things over. The whole time he was rubbing his slightly swollen belly, enjoying the feel of it. Feeling puckish again, he raided the fridge and helped himself to anything he felt he should eat. Stuffing his face with all manner of snacks, cheese, meat, vegetables, milk and the lot, soon he was even more bloated to the point of having to struggle to keep it all down. A sleepy feeling passed over his whole body after eating that much and he decided to go have a nap. Wandering up the stairs weighing more than when he came down, he fell into his room and curled up on the floor. Soon he was fast asleep, body working overtime to digest all the food he had eaten. Apparently something else had changed that he had yet to notice. His metabolism was all wonky, his body quickly turning all the food into soft blubber, and liberally spreading it over his muscle bound frame. He gained about 20 pounds as he slept, sporting a slight outward curve of a belly and padded featured when all was said and done.
He woke up later that afternoon, when his tummy rumbled loud enough to vibrate the floor. Eyes opening and jaws smacking, he stood up and realized that he’d been asleep all morning. Scratching at his side, he walked into the bathroom to relieve himself. As he did so with the utmost aim and concentration, he noticed his slightly rounder features with both interest and concern. The thought of a belly in his current form didn’t bother him strangely enough, as he shook himself off and went downstairs. His entire family was nowhere to be seen, and the car wasn’t in the driveway. He figured they would need time to adjust, and thus would not press the issue for now. Once again his tummy rumbled, so he immediately stomped off to the kitchen, and started to gorge. Everything was being eaten this time, from dry cereal to the contents of the freezer. He surprised himself with how much he was eating, but something kept telling him to eat more, and his belly happily grew to take the load. Sometime later he sat down in a chair, patting at his visibly bloated middle. He must have put a cubic foot or two of food inside himself, and it showed.
“Wow, what the hell is going on with me?”
He made up his mind to go check up with the doctor outside of down again, just incase something was amiss. Going outside to where he parked his bike, he looked down at the puny thing and couldn’t help but break down laughing at the idea that he’d ever be able to fit on it. Patting his engorged stomach which was sticking out from his middle like a ball, he shrugged and simply started to walk. He got many stares as he padded by various peoples houses, the lot of the townsfolk not knowing who he was. As he was larger and more mobile, he was making good time on foot, and soon he was outside of the town. Not many cars passed by as he continued to put one large paw in front of the other, surprised at how easy and effortless it was to continue walking at a brisk pace like this. The whole time he was either looking himself over, or rubbing at his belly. It seemed to fit somehow, though it did look silly all full of food and firm. Fortunately for him the camp of furs was still there, and he eagerly marched into the area to look for the doctor. He also wanted to see his tiger pal again.
Taigerr was inside his tent, resting after a small show when Jack walked inside. The dragon pulled up a chair and sat down with a grin that confused Taigerr. Of course he didn’t know what jack looked like right now, so he stood up to address his guest.
“Err… can I help you?”
“What, are you blind Taigerr? It’s me, jack.”
“Jack? So that’s what you ended up looking like! Welcome to the club man.”
Taigerr quickly put on some tea, and stopped to sit down when he caught sight of the dragon’s obvious belly. Pointing at it, he made it plain and clear that he was interested in the bulge.
“Oh, I came here to talk to the doctor about this. I’ve been super hungry since the change, and putting on weight all day.”
“All in one day? That is strange. Let’s go see him after tea.”
Just the walk to the camp had provided enough time for digestion to kick in, and slowly yet almost visibly Jacks stuffed stomach was emptying and being converted into fat. Jack looked down with surprise as over the course of a few minutes his features softened even more, his belly drooping lower now and making him look definitely chubby. The tiger man turned around to catch the last of the speedy gain, whistling slowly.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding. We’d better take the tea to go. I’ve never seen anything like this happen before.”
They both got up and wandered over to the doctor’s tent, Jack stopping to sniff at a large urn of something brewing upon a cook fire. Taigerr dragged him away by his tail, wanting to see the doctor now before anything went seriously wrong. Tapping on the tent post, they both walked inside to find the doc busy with beakers as he was the day before. Jack couldn’t help himself, and walked ahead of Taigerr for a bit of a joke. Tapping the doc on the shoulder, he flashed a fang filled grin and spoke.
“What’s up doc?”
“Ha ha, very funny. Hmm… lemme guess. You’re Jack.”
“Yes, it’s me doc. I’ve come to ask you a question.”
“Oh? What seems to be the problem then?”
Jack indicated his now visible fatness, looking as if he had gained 50 pounds. He rubbed at it a bit, grinning inwardly.
“Since I changed, I’ve been hungry all the time, and digesting rapidly into fat. It’s strange don’t you think?”
“Yes, very strange indeed. Something has obviously gone wrong. Allow me to run some tests will you?”
“Sure thing doc.”
The doctor quickly lashed out, and snatched a small scale right of Jacks arm. It drew a bit of blood from being pulled, and he hissed in alarm from the sudden shock. The doc only smiled, and took the scale off to his equipment.
“That will be all. I will send for you when I’m finished. Off with you now.”
Dragon and Tiger wandered out of the tent, Jacks nose picking up the scent of food yet again. His stomach growled so loud that Taigerr heard it, and laughed. He reached out and poked the dragon’s soft belly, and waved a paw.
“Well you can’t do anything about your problem now. We might as well feed you.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. I hope you’re well stocked.”
Jack was taken to the mess hall, and seated at a table. Taigerr was idly curious as to how much he could really eat, so he whispered into the ear of the cook, whom grinned and began to prepare a few things. The big tiger whom was now a foot shorter than jack came and sat back down, tail a swishing as he took the time to take his dragon friend in. Soon after the cook came over, and gave jack an entire basket full of rolls to keep him occupied for a short time.
“The cook is making you something large to keep your stomach happy for a while. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Oh not at all, I sort of like eating this much.”
As he tore through the rolls and filled his belly a bit, the Cook was busy filling an entire giant sized urn with thick stew, adding as much oils and butter as he could. Taigerr had just asked for something filling for the heavy eater, while the cook had decided to make it as high in calories as possible. His prank in motion, he made sure to flavor it as expertly as possible, so the dragon wouldn’t notice how heavy in fat it was. He noticed Jack had already cleared out the basket of rolls, and brought out various trays of snack food for him.
“I’ve got soup on the boil for you, it will be ready soon ok?”
Jack nodded and resumed eating, hungry as hell all over again, and happily feeding his complaining stomach. It didn’t take long for all the small servings of food to disappear into Jack, and he was soon drumming his fingers on the table. It felt like he hadn’t eaten anything at all. It didn’t take much longer, but soon two large furs came out hoisting the entire soup urn. They placed the warm thing on the ground to the side of Jack, and the cook gave him a big serving spoon.
“Here you go! A large order of soup for a hungry dragon. Eat your fill!”
“Wow, thanks!”
Jack tore into the still hot brew with zeal, ignoring the hotness as it traveled down his throat and into his belly. Taigerr nudged the cook and the cook nudged back, the two sitting there watching the dragon eat. They were also watching with interest as the dragon bloated up rapidly, the soup being drained and jacks gut expanding to accept it all. His audience was surprised when he dipped his head into the vat of soup, and began guzzling outright. His belly filled up like a water balloon, stretching passed normal limits and creaking a bit. Just when they thought he would explode, he surfaced and belched somewhat revealing that all the soup was gone.
“Oh man that was good… I’m sleepy now though. Got anywhere I can lay down?”
The pair of pranksters pointed off to another tent at the end of the row, and watches as the 8ft tall dragon waddled and wobbled towards it. Jack flicked open the sleeve to get inside, and found a nicely padded nest to sleep on. Crashing down onto the padded mass of softness, he rubbed and caressed his overfull tummy, and settled into a food stuffed stupor.
The two pranksters peeked in to see how the overfull dragon was doing sometime later. They got to witness the beginnings of the rapid digestion, as Jacks stomach turned all the food into fat. There being a lot of fat in the food already, the process was more dramatic than ever. Before their eyes, jacks sides and belly bloated out steadily, becoming huge and soft looking. Gone was his muscle bound tone, replaced with a definite look of fatness. He grew two sets of rolls on his sides, and a gigantic belly that stuck up in the air a good three feet. It sagged down over his crotch a bit, hiding parts that were getting very excited even in his sleep. His legs bulked up considerably, becoming two large fleshy balloons of fat. Likewise for his arms, as they thickened up and became very soft and plush looking. His neck even became thicker, growing into several chins in an instant. The whole process took about 10 minutes, leaving the cook and Taigerr’s mouths agape with astonishment.
“Holy shit! What did you put in that soup man?”
“I didn’t think it would be this extreme! I added a lot of butter and oils…”
“You do realize there may be hell to pay…"
They turned around to sneak off, only to run into the doctor. Who was snorting and tapping his paw. He’d overheard what they’d done to jack, and began waving a finger. Jack stumbled out of the tent soon after, looking all the world like a sumo wrestler. Strangely enough though, he had a small grin on his muzzle.
“Now this feels rather nice… I could get used to being a blubber dragon.”
The trio of skinny furs looked at the monstrous dragon with disbelief, and then shrugged. The doc cleared his throat, and walked up to Jack.
“Well I suppose it’s a little too late, but I found that there was an error in the mixture I gave you. It’s given you a temporary speeding up of your digestive systems, which would explain your rapid weight gain. I was going to suggest staying away from fatty foods, but there doesn’t seem to be much of a point now.”
Jack nodded and rubbed a chubby paw over his very big belly, drawing a purr from deep down inside himself. He snickered, and thought to ask the doctor a question.
“Well if it’s an accident, how come it feels so damned good?”
The doc merely shrugged and chuckled to himself, waving at Jack and walking off. Over his shoulder he called out that the rapid weight gaining should wear off in a few more days. Jack turned around and gave his two “friends” a mock stare of anger, then smiled and drew them into a big fat dragon hug. His flesh was very soft and warm, and was quite enjoyable to be up against. And with that, he headed off back up the road, thick blubbery tail swaying with his wide steps.
More than a few cars drove by fairly erratically on the slower walk home, obviously startled by so large a creature taking a stroll down the pavement. He even got a few honks. But he was feeling so euphoric from being this fat, that he simply waved a big paw at them and flashed his fang filled smile. Every one of the cars drove away quickly. His tummy started to rumble as he approached his house, the neighbors fleeing indoors this time rather than just staring as he waddled into his yard, and squeezed his fat frame through the door.
Upon entering the building, he found that still nobody was home. That suited him fine, as he was starving and wanted some peace and quiet. He knew damned fine that if he ate anything else he’d get even bigger, but he kind of liked the idea now. You could say that it had grown upon him. So walking into the pantry, he took in the row upon row of canned goods and dried food, and started to consume. Now washing dried cereals and pasta down with jars of fruit juice and jam might not sound that easy, but when you’re hungry and large anything is possible. As he ate his belly started to turn the food into fat, and he couldn’t help but purr at the expansion going on all over his already bloated body. It was an interesting process that had started to develop. He’d eat, bloat, and become even more aroused so would have to rub at his belly and nether regions to be satisfied enough to eat more. And this process continued on throughout the night. He got fatter and fatter as time went by, his bloated fleshy sides and belly pushing up against the shelving and walls. Just as he finished off the last jar of canned pears, he noticed just how massive he had become. His belly was so big, that it was touching the other wall 5ft away. His sides were almost as bad, hitting either wall and pushing the shelving enough to make it creak and splinter. With a lurching and a tugging on his own sides, he managed to loosen himself up enough to turn around over the period of several minutes. With a proud grin over his nearly immobilizing weight, he walked towards the exit. His belly bumped into the door before he even got to it, and he realized he was very much stuck. He was still fattening up too, his sides rising up the walls, as well as his belly growing and bloating. Slowly he was pushed off his paws by the sheer amount of girth, and his body crushed the shelves into the walls. Bit by bit his body took up more and more space inside the room, until he was quite literally taking up every inch of room there was. His head was trapped between rolls up at ceiling level, and his horns had pushed through the ceiling and into the next floor. He couldn’t help but purr at his extreme weight though, wishing he could at least pleasure himself. But such was not to be, as the Dragon of Dragon was stuck in a bloody closet.
How long could it possibly be until his parents came home to let him out?