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FIRST - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32536306/
LAST - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32574307/
NEXT - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32602244/
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Part 5 of 6
WHAM! Something sleek and slippery slammed into Callum’s maw, making him yelp in surprise as he jerked back. Before he could comprehend what had happened, the foreign object had wriggled its way into his snout and down his throat. Only the aftertaste lingering on his deep-blue tongue gave any clue as to what it was.
“Fish,” the dragon said. “Why would you show me fi-OMPH!”
Callum hadn’t realized it, but Nelson had managed to drift around to hover directly behind the pudgy derg and used his considerable weight to force the dragon’s maw up against the metal pipe.
The dragon squirmed and thrashed, his teeth digging into the bitter steel, but the shark stayed put. Nelson outweighed the dragon by a factor of five and wasn’t about to let his prey go anywhere until that factor shrunk down to at least two.
“Don’t fight,” the shark chided his writhing victim in an strangely comforting voice. “You don’t have the strength, my fat friend.”
That much rang true. Even in Callum’s frenzied state, he could feel his muscles already beginning to tire.
“Mmmmph!” he groaned as another smooth object wriggled its way down his gullet. But this one was rapidly followed by another, and then another and another after that until a steady stream of willful silver fish were surging down Callum’s throat.
The pudgy derg whimpered as they slid down into his belly, each forcing him to gulp a little water with it as the filter at the back of his throat struggled to keep him breathing.
Nelson giggled as he watched his prey jiggle and begin to stretch with the relentless onslaught of kamikaze sushi, feeling the dragon’s broad back and rump swell against his underbelly and jiggle jovially. The shark pondered whether he wanted his meal wrapped in the wetsuit or not, before deciding he’d keep it on. It had a wonderfully rubbery texture that would squish nicely in his teeth.
For Callum, the last thing on his mind was whether his wetsuit would burst or not. He was simply worried about whether he’d burst or not. His belly was already groaning and straining under the hotel aquarium’s worth of fish and water he’d swallowed, and every gulp sent it bulging tighter.
Something soft pressed up against his cascade of wobbly chins and he reddened as he realized his ballooning girth was pushing his chest into the breast region. A pair of watermelon-sized pecs strained his straining wetsuit, the fabric trembling to hold them in as more and more fish sloshed down his gullet and pushed his belly out ever wider. His limbs and rump were faring no better as his arms wiggled into comically cylindrical deposits of pudge and his backside strained his suit tighter than a ten pound sausage stuffed in a five pound skin.
With the ponderous shark squishing Callum from above and the floor pressing in on him from below, the dragon’s entire body felt like an overinflated water balloon. He only hoped his hide could take the strain as the vortex of fish seemed never ending. By this point, his stomach was letting off some serious creaks as it thickened with flab and tightened with fish, swelling into a grand orb of shimmering blue and silver scales that dug into the rotting wooden floor beneath him.
Just then, another creak sounded out from the fragile floor below, giving the stuffed derg a ridiculous idea.
He could still feel Nelson’s ponderous figure bouncing down on top of him, but the shark had relaxed a bit, evidently confident that the dragon was too fat to go anywhere. That was certainly true to an extent, but not completely.
With a groan, the dragon took an extra deep breath in, swelling his globular stomach further than before and exhaled around the fish draining into his throat. He felt slightly hopeful when his receding girth retracted just enough for his weight to sag down against the crooked floorboards and send them creaking even more.
Nelson didn’t seem to notice. He’d grown relaxed by the wobbling of his draconian pool toy and the little extra bounce went unnoticed. Callum flexed his jaw to see if he could slip it free and was wonderfully relieved when his teeth scraped upward an inch. He now had a full plan in the works.
He just had to enact it before he was too stuffed to turn his head, lest it become anchored in the inner tube of blubber that was slowly encasing his cheeks.
Taking a moment to calm himself, Callum breathed in once more, expanding his stomach (which could now easily hold a baby whale) and let it expand outward, tightening ever more and stretching his wetsuit while also unhinging his jaw as best he could. Then, at the last second of unbearable tightness, the dragon exhaled in one powerful gush, briefly blowing back the swirl of fish and popping his jaw free of the pipe.
Nelson’s eyes snapped open from their half-lidded daze and the shark managed to shout, before the dragon’s retracting girth dropped against the floorboards once more and crashed through them, shattering the ancient wood into thousands of shards. Callum dropped through the floor with the shark still riding him, Nelson’s giant maw descending perfectly around the open pipe.
Wriggling fiercely, the bloated dragon kicked as best he could to roll out from under the giant shark and sluggishly paddle up level with the big fish and then rise above him. In those precious seconds, Callum hoped the shark wouldn’t be able to yank free of the maelstrom of fish pouring out of the pipe and was relieved to be proven right.
Nelson’s five rows of razor sharp teeth had snapped shut on the pipe out of instinct and now caught onto the rusted pipe, lodging him in place as the shark thrashed and wobbled.
Callum knew the metal wouldn’t hold for long on its own, but it was just long enough for the dragon to haul his bulbous bulk upwards and plop it squarely on the back of Nelson’s broad, blue-grey head, pinning him in place.
“Looks like the… urrrrp! Tables are turned, big guy,” Callum said with a chuckle as the shark wobbled and struggled under his immense gut.
Nelson could only whimper as the flood of fish poured down his gullet.
Like a lost parade float filled with lead, Callum’s ponderous weight bobbed on top of the wriggling shark relentlessly. The swollen dragon gave an underwater cackle as Nelson’s torpedo-shaped body slowly began to bloat.
written by:
hdalby33 ; illustrated by 
RealDealMeal *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
FIRST - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32536306/
LAST - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32574307/
NEXT - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32602244/
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Part 5 of 6
WHAM! Something sleek and slippery slammed into Callum’s maw, making him yelp in surprise as he jerked back. Before he could comprehend what had happened, the foreign object had wriggled its way into his snout and down his throat. Only the aftertaste lingering on his deep-blue tongue gave any clue as to what it was.
“Fish,” the dragon said. “Why would you show me fi-OMPH!”
Callum hadn’t realized it, but Nelson had managed to drift around to hover directly behind the pudgy derg and used his considerable weight to force the dragon’s maw up against the metal pipe.
The dragon squirmed and thrashed, his teeth digging into the bitter steel, but the shark stayed put. Nelson outweighed the dragon by a factor of five and wasn’t about to let his prey go anywhere until that factor shrunk down to at least two.
“Don’t fight,” the shark chided his writhing victim in an strangely comforting voice. “You don’t have the strength, my fat friend.”
That much rang true. Even in Callum’s frenzied state, he could feel his muscles already beginning to tire.
“Mmmmph!” he groaned as another smooth object wriggled its way down his gullet. But this one was rapidly followed by another, and then another and another after that until a steady stream of willful silver fish were surging down Callum’s throat.
The pudgy derg whimpered as they slid down into his belly, each forcing him to gulp a little water with it as the filter at the back of his throat struggled to keep him breathing.
Nelson giggled as he watched his prey jiggle and begin to stretch with the relentless onslaught of kamikaze sushi, feeling the dragon’s broad back and rump swell against his underbelly and jiggle jovially. The shark pondered whether he wanted his meal wrapped in the wetsuit or not, before deciding he’d keep it on. It had a wonderfully rubbery texture that would squish nicely in his teeth.
For Callum, the last thing on his mind was whether his wetsuit would burst or not. He was simply worried about whether he’d burst or not. His belly was already groaning and straining under the hotel aquarium’s worth of fish and water he’d swallowed, and every gulp sent it bulging tighter.
Something soft pressed up against his cascade of wobbly chins and he reddened as he realized his ballooning girth was pushing his chest into the breast region. A pair of watermelon-sized pecs strained his straining wetsuit, the fabric trembling to hold them in as more and more fish sloshed down his gullet and pushed his belly out ever wider. His limbs and rump were faring no better as his arms wiggled into comically cylindrical deposits of pudge and his backside strained his suit tighter than a ten pound sausage stuffed in a five pound skin.
With the ponderous shark squishing Callum from above and the floor pressing in on him from below, the dragon’s entire body felt like an overinflated water balloon. He only hoped his hide could take the strain as the vortex of fish seemed never ending. By this point, his stomach was letting off some serious creaks as it thickened with flab and tightened with fish, swelling into a grand orb of shimmering blue and silver scales that dug into the rotting wooden floor beneath him.
Just then, another creak sounded out from the fragile floor below, giving the stuffed derg a ridiculous idea.
He could still feel Nelson’s ponderous figure bouncing down on top of him, but the shark had relaxed a bit, evidently confident that the dragon was too fat to go anywhere. That was certainly true to an extent, but not completely.
With a groan, the dragon took an extra deep breath in, swelling his globular stomach further than before and exhaled around the fish draining into his throat. He felt slightly hopeful when his receding girth retracted just enough for his weight to sag down against the crooked floorboards and send them creaking even more.
Nelson didn’t seem to notice. He’d grown relaxed by the wobbling of his draconian pool toy and the little extra bounce went unnoticed. Callum flexed his jaw to see if he could slip it free and was wonderfully relieved when his teeth scraped upward an inch. He now had a full plan in the works.
He just had to enact it before he was too stuffed to turn his head, lest it become anchored in the inner tube of blubber that was slowly encasing his cheeks.
Taking a moment to calm himself, Callum breathed in once more, expanding his stomach (which could now easily hold a baby whale) and let it expand outward, tightening ever more and stretching his wetsuit while also unhinging his jaw as best he could. Then, at the last second of unbearable tightness, the dragon exhaled in one powerful gush, briefly blowing back the swirl of fish and popping his jaw free of the pipe.
Nelson’s eyes snapped open from their half-lidded daze and the shark managed to shout, before the dragon’s retracting girth dropped against the floorboards once more and crashed through them, shattering the ancient wood into thousands of shards. Callum dropped through the floor with the shark still riding him, Nelson’s giant maw descending perfectly around the open pipe.
Wriggling fiercely, the bloated dragon kicked as best he could to roll out from under the giant shark and sluggishly paddle up level with the big fish and then rise above him. In those precious seconds, Callum hoped the shark wouldn’t be able to yank free of the maelstrom of fish pouring out of the pipe and was relieved to be proven right.
Nelson’s five rows of razor sharp teeth had snapped shut on the pipe out of instinct and now caught onto the rusted pipe, lodging him in place as the shark thrashed and wobbled.
Callum knew the metal wouldn’t hold for long on its own, but it was just long enough for the dragon to haul his bulbous bulk upwards and plop it squarely on the back of Nelson’s broad, blue-grey head, pinning him in place.
“Looks like the… urrrrp! Tables are turned, big guy,” Callum said with a chuckle as the shark wobbled and struggled under his immense gut.
Nelson could only whimper as the flood of fish poured down his gullet.
Like a lost parade float filled with lead, Callum’s ponderous weight bobbed on top of the wriggling shark relentlessly. The swollen dragon gave an underwater cackle as Nelson’s torpedo-shaped body slowly began to bloat.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Dragon (Other)
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File Size 159.9 kB
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