Arge hates his job, but what the large, fat dragon might hate even more is the way that his weight gets in the way of it...


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The fat dragon crossed his arms and scowled as he watched his class climb the playground equipment. Supervising children was perhaps the least favorite part of his job. At least it had the benefit of tiring the younger dragons out before lunch break. His stomach rumbled at the thought of eating.
Arge was a rather corpulent dragon. He tried to keep his weight under control, but was naturally stocky, and his body clung to calories. His gut hung heavily off the front of his frame, the overhang pushing over his belt to rest just slightly on his thighs.
The bell rang. The class of young dragons piled off, excited for lunch. All save one, of course; one of his typical troublemakers. Arge beckoned at him. “Come down, Ronden, it’s time to go.”
The little shit grinned and disappeared into the tunnel that attached to the slide.
Arge angrily flattened his ears and stomped over, his soft chest and thick thighs jiggling. “I said come down!” He heavily started the climb up the steps that led to the platform of the playground equipment, the area where the slides and spirals and bullshit spun downwards for the hatchlings to play. This happened too often. He had every intention of grabbing the little dragon by the scruff and hauling him off to detention, but stopped in front of the slide’s tunnel. He already knew he wouldn’t fit in there, and he was smart enough not to try. “Ronden!”
The smug little dragon hovered far enough inwards that Arge couldn’t reach, but he wasn’t yet close to the slope of the slide. “I don’t want to go to lunch.”
“That’s too bad. You can complain to a counselor.” Arge swiped his paw inside, but Ronden shied away and Arge still couldn’t reach. “Come out now and maybe you’ll only get one day of detention; I’ve half a mind to give it out for a week, but we can do this the easy way.”
He’d hoped appealing to the child’s grasp on consequences might convince him, but evidently, he was still too young to think long-term. He wrapped his arms around his torso as he crouched in the tunnel. “No.”
“Ronden—”
“No.”
“You WILL come out—”
“No!” the dragon whined.
Arge scowled as he ponderously moved his bulk in the confined space of the playground equipment to rest on his knees, able to see directly inside the tunnel rather than stooping over the entrance. He decided to tackle a new approach, wondering if he could maybe get the defiant child to try escaping down the slide and rejoin his classmates, where Arge could later pull him aside and give him detention for a lifetime.
Fortunately, it seemed his plan was already working anyway, as the intimidated brat moved back farther away from the tunnel’s opening. Arge was encouraged to see that Ronden’s smooth scales slipped slightly as he scrambled back over the plastic that turned the tunnel into a slide. If he could get him to move back just a few more steps…
Arge reached forward again, his bulky shoulders brushing the sides of the entrance, the playground equipment obviously made for child-sized dragons. His seeking arm swiped around at the small dragon again, causing Ronden to move back even farther. When Arge lowered his arms and put his weight on them to shimmy himself closer, his forepaws suddenly slid out from under him on the slippery plastic where the slide began. He fell forward, sliding into the hole, finally forcing the child to leap down the slide with a startled yelp.
Of course, what could have been a trip down the slide for the massive dragon was halted by Arge’s waistline plugging the tunnel as he fell. From up top, he saw Ronden tumble out the bottom of the slide onto the ground, looking momentarily stunned. A few of his classmates snickered.
Arge wriggled backwards, his paws struggling to find purchase on the smooth plastic. He braced his legs against the platform outside the tunnel and lashed his tail, twisting his body to pull himself out. He heard a couple more snickers from outside. The rest of the class was getting detention, too.
The fat dragon strained against the tight pressure on his stomach, feeling the way his rolls scrunched up around the outside. This was exactly why he hadn’t tried climbing into the tunnel to begin with, of course. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The wooden beams that made up the platform of the playground equipment behind him creaked and quivered with the movements of his significant weight. He felt the plastic of the slide bow and vibrate, the sounds of his struggling echoing on their way down. The thing was pretty solidly built. The jerking and pulling wasn’t getting him anywhere.
He could still hear giggles from outside, too. Great.
“Ugh, everybody just go to lunch,” he growled loudly, his voice vibrating in the confining plastic walls.
More, slightly louder giggling as the small dragons skipped off to lunch as a group, which he would deal with later using every ounce of his wrath. For now, he saved his wrath for the tunnel and plastic slide, which he heaved against more fully now that he wasn’t being watched. Maybe he could just break the equipment and free himself. Maybe he could get it to fall apart. Fuck this school.
The fattest roll of his gut continued to plug the hole, keeping him in place. His thick arms and well-padded chest squirmed and thrashed against the pressure as he kicked with his chubby legs outside, trying to free up some space around his middle to squirm out, but nothing about its grip loosened. He could also feel the way that his belly pancaked under him from the way he was lying, and the bulges of his love handles weren’t helping matters in the least.
“Arge?”
The fat dragon suddenly ceased all movement. Inwardly, he groaned. It was already enough that his entire class had to watch him trap himself in here, but now another staff member had taken notice? He decided he would gladly fire himself by the end of the day so that he could avoid seeing anyone here ever again.
“Are you okay?”
Arge pricked his ears as he suddenly recognized the voice. Oh no.
At the bottom of the slide, out the end of the tunnel, a face appeared, looking up at him with concern. The other dragon was quite a bit pudgy herself, staring up with her pale-pink scales and deep, earnest brown eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. The creamy white stripe of her belly was rounded with her extra weight, jiggling slightly as she leaned inside to see him better. The bulge of her potbelly rounded out her hips and thickened her thighs, which Arge suddenly realized he was staring at, and his eyes quickly darted back to her face, taking in her adorable frown, the graceful curves of her horns, her cute, chubby cheeks…
Wait. Shit. He was still staring. “Kylee, what are you doing here?” he stammered.
Her frown of concern didn’t leave her face. “All of your students came to lunch without you, and… well… you’re not usually one to miss lunch…”
Arge hoped that the shade of the tunnel was making it hard to see the blush forming on his dark gray cheeks. “I. Uh. I’m a bit preoccupied.”
“I can see that.”
His face felt hot. His ears flattened. “I’ll be right there,” he promised. He didn’t resume his squirming just yet, of course. He’d have to wait for her to leave to spare himself further embarrassment. Her having noticed him at all was mortifying enough.
Unfortunately, she didn’t just leave. “Do you need some help?”
“No.”
A silent moment passed as they stared at each other.
“Okay, uh, maybe a little.” Arge resisted the urge to bury his face in his paws. The moment he got out of here, he was going to move thousands of miles away and start a new life.
“Hang on, I’ll be right up.”
Arge didn’t say anything as she disappeared, and he heard her climb up, her pawsteps vibrating the wooden boards beneath their feet. He felt her stop behind him, where his fat body was wedged in the start of the tunnel. “Alright,” she said, sounding slightly out of breath from the brief trudge up the stairs to the top of the slide. She paused for a moment, catching her breath, maybe also doing a bit of thinking. Arge could picture the cute way she always rested her chubby chin in her paw when she was thinking. “Do you want to go forward, or backward?”
The idea of going forward hadn’t occurred to Arge. A huge portion of his chubby gut was pressed up around the outside, but he suddenly noticed that by going back out, they had gravity to contend with. It was why his claws had been slipping on the smooth plastic so far. “Oh. Um. Forward?” Well, if the other direction wasn’t working, it seemed logical to try a new approach.
“Okay. Hang on a sec.”
Arge startled as he felt little chubby paws appear on his hips, his head lifting so suddenly he banged his horns on the top of the slide.
“Sorry!”
“It’s okay. It’s good.” He realized that hadn’t come out quite right. “It’s all good,” he stammered quickly. A nice save.
If Kylee noticed the slipup, she didn’t acknowledge it. At least one thing had to go right today. “I’m going to try, uh, pushing. Okay?”
Arge nodded, then realized that obviously she couldn’t see him. “Yeah.” He forced himself not to startle again as she suddenly dug her paws farther into his ample amount of adipose, her paws soft and gentle on his hips as she began to push. He tried to help a bit by pushing with his feet, feeling his fat thighs shake as they strained against the wooden platform. He pulled inward with his arms, too, his claws digging divots into the plastic as he tried to drag his body forward. His chubby knees bunched up against the sides of his mashed belly outside the hole. He didn’t feel as though he was moving.
“Can you suck in?”
“Yeah,” Arge quickly agreed, not wanting to admit that he’d already been sucking in. Why yes, he was actually even fatter than he looked right now, how kind not to notice.
He heard Kylee grunt with exertion as more of his fat bunched up around the outside of the hole, blocking his passage. It just surged up around the outside of the hole whenever she shoved. She finally leg go with a sigh, the pudge that had been pressed around the edges flowing back into place. “Damn,” she panted.
Arge flattened his ears. “You can go if you want,” he offered. “I’ll be okay.” He’d be way better once she wasn’t watching his fat body writhe around wedged in a hole, even if it meant he died of starvation and dehydration instead. Better than dying of embarrassment.
“There’s no way you’ll get out on your own,” Kylee told him. Arge winced. Her opinion of him was clearly at an all time high. She suddenly put her paws on his rump again, making him jump again. “I’m not giving up on you just yet.”
He didn’t quite know what to say to that. He didn’t know what to say anymore about anything.
She suddenly started pushing again, sounding as though she was straining even harder than before, if that were possible. After a brief pause of surprise, Arge leapt into action as well, thrashing a bit with his tail to wiggle his body side to side and loosen the tunnel’s relentless grip. Behind him, he felt Kylee’s paws unexpectedly turn from shoving his pudge to kneading it. He opened his mouth to shout out in surprise, but quickly clamped it shut. At least she couldn’t see how dark his cheeks were flushed.
He noticed that weirdly enough, the kneading was working better than the actual pushing, and he forced himself not to squirm awkwardly beneath her gentle touch. He merely continued to push forward himself, their combined effort finally making him budge just the slightest amount. Finally!
With a renewed effort, Arge pushed as hard as ever, feeling himself starting to slide farther. The progress was painstakingly slow, but Kylee worked diligently to push his little bulges and rolls through the confines of the tunnel, and Arge helped as best he could by dragging his belly beneath him as he kicked against the wooden floor.
After a bit more shimmying, he had worked his way far enough through the tunnel that his head was starting to come out where it opened up to the slide. A slice of sunlight fell across his snout. Encouraged, he gasped, “It’s working, I think I’m almost there.”
Kylee seemed to renew her efforts, working more diligently than ever to push his fat through the tunnel’s unforgiving opening. Finally, after more pushing, struggling, straining, and a bit of internal cursing, Arge could reach far enough to wrap his paws around the outer edges of the tunnel and really, actually pull. His scales slid more smoothly into the tunnel with their combined efforts, but they still had Arge’s ample hips to contend with which widened into his not-insignificant rump. He was still glad that he was facing away from her as his cheeks darkened greatly when she put her paws all over it while massaging his blubbery butt.
“It looks like there’s not much left,” she eventually spoke up, giving him the reassurance he needed to push hard just a few more times. Another wriggle later, he squeezed through and went slipping face-first down the slide, his love handles hanging over the sides of the equipment obviously meant for dragons a fraction of his size. He could hear Kylee laughing from behind him as he ungracefully face-planted into the sand at the bottom.
He slowly lifted his head, spitting out sand, flattening his ears in shame. She hopped down from the platform and came around to help him up. He continued to blush as he grabbed her paw. The weird situation was no longer hiding his face from her. “Uh, thanks,” he stammered. He couldn’t stop stammering around her.
She smiled, perhaps a hint of laughter still in her eyes. “Sure thing.”
They looked at each other a moment, Arge’s face feeling like it was on fire and Kylee’s eyes glinting. Arge leaned back and rubbed the back of his head, right at the base of his thick horns.
“Do you want to go to lunch with me?”
Arge’s heart stopped. “What?”
Kylee frowned. “Your entire class already went. You know. Since recess is over.”
Oh. Right. School lunch. Just school lunch. “Yeah. I can, uh… Let’s go.” Arge willed his heart to stop hammering, also willing his cheeks to get their color back under control. “And um, really, thank you. For the help.”
She smiled. “Of course.”
Arge looked away. “Right.”
Kylee strode on ahead, and Arge gratefully fell in behind her. Also, she couldn’t look at his flushed face if he were behind her. He needed that respite right now.
What he probably DIDN’T need was lunch, but if it gave him a chance to go with Kylee, he was all the more grateful for it. And his roaring belly agreed.