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Make a Wish
Featuring: Callum and Kobalt
By: hdalby33

Callum fidgeted with anticipation. According to a couple close friends, Kobalt reportedly owned one of the most impressive selection of crops in the state and the baker had been invited in for a taste test.

Callum also saw the invitation as a business opportunity for enhancing his fruit-based pastries.

He met Kobalt in front of a massive farm house. The pudgy dragon sat atop an ATV while a farmhand pulled up with an extra. Kobalt clearly possessed an appetite similar to Callum’s, with a white-plated belly pressing against a set of overalls. The dragon’s cobalt colored hide matched his namesake perfectly, coloring the plump farm derg in pleasant hues of lavender and beige from head to toe. He extended a paw to Callum with a wide smile.

“Callum, right?” Kobalt said in a jovial voice, “I’m Kobalt Silverstar.”

“Nice to meet you,” the fat baker replied in an equally chipper tone. “You’ve got a pretty impressive setup here.”

“Ten and a half thousand acres!” Kobalt said proudly. “Largest supplier of blueberries, strawberries, apples, and oranges in the state!”

“Impressive,” Callum whistled. “You think I could get a look around?”

“That’s the plan,” the farmer nodded to his hand who stepped off the idling ATV and gestured for Callum to climb on.

The silver dragon grunted as his heavy, blue belly piled against the handle bars. “Here’s to hoping this thing can steer with a bit of heft on it,” he joked weakly.

“Ahh, just means you appreciate your food!” Kobalt said, reaching out to give the baker’s stomach a slosh. “Also makes it easier for me to upsell you on some blueberry bundles!” He revved his engine and the ATV growled. “Ready?”

“Ready as I can be,” Callum grunted, reaching around his bowing gut to take hold of the handlebars.

Kobalt kicked his ATV into gear and led the way down a gentle sloping dirt road where a truly massive green house resided.

“This is where we grow our prize-winning blueberries,” Kobalt explained after helping Callum dismount his quad. The baker had gotten wedged against the handlebars and the tubby farmer helped pull him free. “We have a couple trade secrets we keep under wraps to help make them almost irresistible to our consumers.”

Kobalt led the way inside the greenhouse, which stretched as far as Callum could see into the distance. Here and there among the rows walked furs in classic farming attire. They carried devices similar to the scanners you found in a grocery store with them and would zap a certain fruit with it. Whenever a fruit was zapped and a green light beeped on the scanner, the blueberry would fall from the plant onto a conveyor belt that stretched the length of the greenhouse. Callum guessed it led to a processing plant.

He meandered over to a plant nearby as a tall, willowy badger came up to Kobalt with a clipboard and spoke hushed words to him. The baker fingered one of the blue orbs, noting it was nearly three times the size of the largest blueberries he’d come across in his bakery. He picked it off, rolling it between his thumb and foreclaw. It pressed tightly against his digits, as if ready to burst and roughly the size of a plum.

Another fur came up and scanned the blueberry for Callum, informing him it was safe to eat. The baker popped it in his maw and breathed in sharply as a flood of rich juices saturated his taste buds. It was good. Suddenly the portly baker hoped very much this meeting would go over well. Integrating these types of fruits into his bakery line would no doubt double his business along with the waistline of many customers.

Kobalt, who’d just finished talking with the scientist, turned back to Callum with a wide smile. “Well that didn’t take long,” the tubby farmer chuckled, patting the baker’s bowing midriff. He reached out and plucked one for himself and rubbed his denim-clad gut as he chewed on it. “You’re in for a treat, my friend. Mr. Langley over here was just telling me he finished the first trial runs of a new concoction we’re experimenting with.”

“Has he now?” Callum murmured. “I take it this isn’t the first... enhancement you’ve used on these?” He gestured to the ridiculously ripe berries and Kobalt shook his head with a chuckle.

“Of course not. You could probably tell from their size and taste they’re anything but ordinary.” A spark of excitement ignited in the farmer’s eyes and his fans twitched. “But this new development would promise to take us to a different level than any of our competition. A new dimension even.”

“Uh huh…” Callum made a motion for him to elaborate.

Kobalt snapped his fingers at his chief scientist who handed him what looked to be a spray bottle filled with a luminous green liquid. “Remember that ‘irresistible’ comment I made earlier? Well this is the reason for it.”

“Sir, we still have to run some tests,” the badger warned as Kobalt waved the concoction around, sloshing the liquid within. “It’s quite volatile.”

“Is it?” the beige and blue dragon eyed the bottle and then winked at Callum, who only watched with polite passiveness. “Well Mr. Langley, I trust your capabilities to the utmost degree and I think we’ll be alright.”

“Sir…” Langley paused and Callum realized they’d been through this argument many times. He did the same in the bakery - experimented on his own to both delightful and devastating effect. He also could tell what Kobalt’s response would be because the baker was often motivated by the same thing: a love for the unknown.

“Not another word, Mr. Langley,” Kobalt said with a squirt of the bottle. The badger cringed away from the mist of green liquid, shielding himself behind his clipboard. Whatever was in the bottle had to be damned powerful. “Now Callum, I’m sure unlike most of my coworkers, you’re willing to put a little faith in my experiments.”

The bulging reptile nodded, already smiling. “Of course,” he agreed, much to the badger’s distress. “You’re a great salesman.”

Kobalt bowed low and fetched two blueberries which he then doused in the liquid. “So you’ll join me?”

Callum took one of the deep blue orbs in his paw. It gleamed like a gemstone. “It would be my pleasure.”

Together, the pudgy dragons tapped their berries together and gulped them down with gusto. Kobalt patted his belly appreciatively and smacked his lips. The concoction added a faint sourness to the berries, making it all the more satisfying.

Callum felt a sweet, sultry aftertaste linger in his maw. His belly gurgled its approval, matching Kobalt’s paunch in a cacophony of growls.

The pair smiled at each other for a moment, quite smug when little came of the drug. Then a queer sensation lanced Callum’s sides, pervading his swollen chest and shooting up his throat into a low, hungry moan. “Oooooh, God,” he panted, clutching his belly. “It’s a hunger agent.”

Kobalt doubled over soon after, infected with the same pangs. “Looks like it,” he grunted, looking for anything to curb his fiery hunger.

Both made eye contact with the other and then gazed down the seemingly endless line of blueberry plants. A flicker of a grin passed from one to the other, before Callum flopped onto the conveyor belt designed for shipping the berries to the processing plant. Kobalt was right behind him and soon both dragons were snatching blueberries left and right, staining their muzzles a deep indigo as they slowly traveled down through the greenhouse. It seemed that nothing could sate their hunger.

Before long, Callum found his belly bulging against his sweater, and an ominous gurgle sloshed his gut from side to side as he filled with juice. With his bulging blue plates, he realized he was ever so slowly transforming into a massive, scaly blueberry. He could hope he didn’t pop as a result. A faint purple tinge graced the edges of his sensitive underbelly, but the hunger was overpowering and the baker simply took to stuffing more and more berries into his maw.

Kobalt was no better off. The only advantage he had over Callum was his coloration helped blend the juice stains along his muzzle. But as he rode along, grabbing as many berries as he could and being treated to a sloshing view of Callum’s underbelly, his overalls began to tighten and creak. Denim was good for resisting the outside elements, but not those from within. His pale, beige gut slowly sloped outward like an egg, growing larger and softer as more and more blueberries tumbled in and liquidated in his gut. He knew the conveyor belly went on for a long time, but what Callum didn’t know and Kobalt couldn’t tell him amid their chomping was that it dumped them into a massive pit of blueberries. The farmer’s only hope was that they’d grow too big and topple off the belt at some point. But for now, it was satiating their hunger.

Callum’s muzzle quickly grew dark with the stains of blueberries as he gorged himself on the tart berries. His belly growled and lurched, finding the movement of the produce belt only increasing his hunger. Berry after berry found its way to his round muzzle, spurting tart juices over the bulging baker’s blue tongue and just as quickly slipping down his throat.

As Callum stripped entire bushels of berries free and crammed them in his gullet, his belly rapidly continued to swell. Soon it began rolling over the sides, forming thick love handles of lard that rubbed against the rubber track carrying the pair of doughballs along.

Several blueberry pickers watched the pair of blimps pass by slowly, but none dared to mess with Kobalt in such a frenzied state. The blueberry juggernaut hadn’t acquired the largest produce farm in the area by being a softy. The pickers simply watched as their blimping boss and his swollen guest trundled by, leaving a trail of violet stains and barren stems in their wake.

Kobalt groaned as his tummy sloshed from side to side. It bulged mightily against his overalls, stretching the old denim to its max. His taut, tan scales rubbed the corduroy with mounting fervor, the globe of blubber and blubbery juice yearning to be freed. And further on, no more than a hundred yards away now, sat a black pit—the place where all those succulent blueberries were stored.

Callum let loose a soft belch as the track jostled his tremendous hide. In the past twenty minutes he’d managed to more than double his girth, resulting in a vast globe of straining blue and silver blubber that actually folded over the side of the track. His plates almost blended in with the remainder of his gut as that vibrant blue shade continued to spread through his scales. He couldn’t keep from grabbing at the passing fruits, but as he grew wider, his arms grew more and more laden with blubber and made reaching for berries that much harder.

Together the pair of swollen, sloshing dragons continued down the track until they came within thirty feet of the opening. Callum, who’d fallen onto the track first, saw the wide opening and actually dropped the berry he’d been holding. Even though he was looking at it upside down and the hunger still roared in his belly, he sensed a swollen dragon wasn’t normally supposed to go this way.

“K-Kobalt!” he shouted through puffed up cheeks. A bit of blueberry juice trickled down the corner of his mouth as he struggled to locate the farmer around his belly.

A faint “What?” answered Callum after a moment. Kobalt, who’d long since torn free of his overalls, only saw the underside of the baker’s colossal bulk. The farmer groaned as the track jiggled and jostled his swollen sides mercilessly, sending sloshed through the air. The bloated dragon racked his brain for anything that could’ve possibly alarmed the baker so much.

His query was answered when Callum’s ample figure suddenly seemed to tilt downward, lifting a swollen ton of grey-blue scales up into the air and giving Kobalt an eyeful of a tremendous rump.

‘The sorting pit,’ Kobalt realized, gulping. He’d forgotten about it entirely. He watched in astonishment as the colossal sphere of scales ahead of him suddenly plunged downwards… and then stopped.

Callum grunted as his bulbous sides caught the edges of the opening. Rolls of violet blubber scrunched up around the metal lip of the pit, squeezing the dangling doughball’s girth tight. Hanging there, upside down, Callum let out a soft belch as his swollen moobs smooshed up against his face and his legs kicked in open air.

Kobalt, who’d seen the whole thing, began rocking himself from side to side to avoid a similar fate. The blimped out farmer’s belly gurgled and rolled from side to side like a tidal wave, but the effort proved too much and the distance too short. Kobalt groaned as the track deposited him face first into the bulging rump cushions of his guest, filling his view with warm scales, and sending his entire tonnage plowing into the wedged baker.

Callum yelped as he felt the jiggly mass crash into his rump, and then at the sudden sensation of falling. He remembered going on a rollercoaster and experiencing the same feeling of weightlessness for a split second, with his heart dropping into his belly. Unfortunately, given his present size and situation, both drops were a looong way down.

He plummeted thirty feet before plowing into something rubbery and soft. Immediately something burst under the baker’s weight, tinging the air with tart scents. Callum groaned to himself as his weight carried him down, down, down. More blueberries.

Kobalt came right after him, mercifully bouncing off in a different direction along the slope of blueberries. The fat farmer’s world turned end over end as he rolled, body jiggling and sloshing turbidly until he finally came to a stop in a heap of the succulent fruits.

Blinking several times to clear his vision, Kobalt peered into the dim cavern. A dark wave of violet mush marked his descent, leading right up to his massive body. He caught sight of another trail angling off to his right where another blue mound lay among the fruit like a queen blueberry among her minions.

“You all right, Callum?” Kobalt called out with a tepid belch.

A groan answered the flabby dragon and the mound wobbled as the baker slowly rolled over. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Callum groaned, struggling against his bulging middle. “Next time your science buddies show off some new product though, why don’t you test it somewhere where there’s not an endless supply of berries.” Callum hiccupped, sending waves through his tremendous mass. “I feel like a goddamn blueberry.”

“Yeah, same here, heh.” Kobalt rubbed his horns sheepishly, knowing the entire situation was his fault. He didn’t particularly mind the outcome of the situation, sensing Callum felt the same way and was just complaining for the sake of complaining, but he did wonder how they’d be getting out.

Ideally, some of Kobalt’s employees would find them soon. It couldn’t be difficult to figure out where two colossal orbs of reptile had gone. But that wasn’t the biggest issue at this point. Assessing his engorged gut and that of his companion, Kobalt wagered they each weighed half a tonne at least. Getting out of the blueberry pit would not be easy. The widest opening had been the one they’d come through and Callum had been wedged in that on the way down.

As Kobalt pondered their situation, something far worse suddenly made itself known. A loud growl ripped through his bulk, mirrored by an equally massive rumble from his friend. At that moment Kobalt realized he wouldn’t be getting out of that pit anytime soon. Already Callum had begun tearing into the slope of blueberries with reckless abandon, taken prisoner by the hunger agent. Kobalt soon began shoving berries into his maw as well, any thought of escape lost amid the cacophony of growls, chewing, and jiggling of the tremendous dergs. Worst of all, Kobalt had no clue when the agent would wear off. He and Callum could theoretically be forced to eat until they actually popped.

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Langley shuddered to imagine what he would find. His flashlight swept a bright white beam across the rows of decimated blueberry bushes, conveying the destruction of the dragons who’d passed by hours before. Night had fallen as Kobalt’s employees debated on the best of course of action. Langley stressed caution when it came to dealing with their infected subjects, stating he wasn’t entirely certain if the strain was contagious. He could still envision the two tubs of lard disappearing along the track.

Langley had no doubt where the two doughballs had ended up. In fact that was his primary reason in planning so meticulously—he didn’t know what to expect if the subjects had found a store of blueberries that large. In the end, the badger opted for full on protection. With he and his team donning hazmat suits, masks, and gloves.

Now the badger and five staff members slowly made their way along either side of the blueberry track, looking for any signs of their quarry. There were definitely signs. Torn clothing, stains of blueberry juice and even portions of the track that dipped from their heavy loads.

Eventually they reached the opening and Langley tentatively dipped his beam down into the pit.

Nothing.

His beam illuminated a circular patch of black.

“W-where’d they go?” one of Langely’s companions stammered. “I mean you guys saw them. They were huge!”

Langley said nothing, squinting hard into the darkness. “They didn’t go anywhere,” the badger said in a serious tone. “They’re still here.”

Without another word the lanky scientist stepped forward over the void and dropped into the darkness.

The other staff members yelled and rushed to the edge of the opening, their beams sweeping through the darkness. Their eyes grew wide as they caught sight of Langley, standing smugly on something… blue. Deep blue.

Slowly those beams spread outward, venturing to the sides of the pit where two incredibly round, incredibly full faces pressed against the metal walls. Langley was bouncing on the belly of the baker who’d visited their farm earlier that day. He was massive, spreading over at least half of the pit which was easily a hundred feet across.

Langley bounced a couple times as he made his way over the bulging dragon’s curvature, making Callum moan. Blue juice leaked from the dragon’s navel and moobs, which were each large enough to cushion Langley with ease. “Heeeey, careful there,” he moaned in a sloshy voice, “we had a big meal.”
Kobalt answered the blimped dragon with his own groan, seeming a little more coherent than his supremely stuffed friend. “L-Langley? What’re you doing here?”

The badger smirked, giving Callum’s belly a pat before bouncing over to his boss. “Seeing how you fellas were holding up. Seems like ingesting that agent wasn’t such a good idea, huh boss?”

Kobalt belched softly, his tremendous belly sloshing. “Nope,” he chuckled ruefully, “Guess not. Think you can find a way to get us back to normal?”

“I could,” Langley snickered, patting the massive farmer’s nose. “But why would I?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Kobalt asked nervously.

“Well look at you! You and your big friend over there are prime test subjects.”

Slowly the other furs dropped through the pit, landing on Callum’s belly and sending the baker jiggling. They began collecting samples of the juice leaking out of his swollen figure, ignoring the dragon’s incoherent rumbles.

Langley took a vial from his pocket and took a juice sample from Kobalt’s pudgy muzzle. “You two can sample all the product enhancements we have!” He cupped the farmer’s heavy chin and gave it a squeeze. “I’m sure your gluttonous friend of there won’t mind.” He nodded to Callum who was now purring as the furs traversed his rubbery hide. “After all, blubberball, isn’t that what you wanted?”
Kobalt made to answer, but Langley didn’t give him the chance. “Hope you fellas like being huge, because you won’t be going anywhere for a loooong time.”