All the dragon wished for was all the candy he could ever eat, and it seems the spirits around him were more than eager to answer his request. As a small pumpkin pail full of candy appeared before the dragon. The beast eagerly starting to gorge. Pouring the candy straight down his maw, another full pail waiting for him once he finished the first.

Countless sweets disappearing into the dragon’s maw and down into his belly. Each empty pail replaced with another full one as some of the more playful spirits started to explore the dragon’s growing body. Rubbing, squeezing, groping his growing soft belly. An especially mischievous one going back to his rump and giving the fat thing a spank. Though the dragon was to preoccupied with shoving as much candy into his maw as he could.

Only feeling satisfied as the last of the tenth bucket of candy was consumed letting out a loud belch as he dismissed the hand bringing over the next pumpkin pail. Though his dismissal was dismissed and his protests muffled as the spirit forced the open top of the pail around the dragon’s snout. Tipping it up as candy started to pour into the dragon’s throat like an avalanche. Able to see out of the corner of his eye as another pumpkin Paul was brought up. Working like a factory and never giving him more than a second's rest before the candy flow would resume.

The ghosts growing more eager in rubbing and groping the obese dragon as he fattened up. His belly soon reaching the floor, before starting to push his legs apart and beach him. Feeling as the spirits rubbed their hands into every fold on his body, squeezing and wobbling every role they could grab ahold of, some growing interested in his chubby face as they squeezed and squished his chubby cheeks.

The dragon had lost track of both time and the amount of buckets worth of candy he had consumed. Still being eagerly fed despite having reached blobhood. The force is his belch shaking the mountain he resided in, before the next bucket was affixed to his snout, the gulping resuming. Only hoping they would stop before his blubber filled every inch of the cave, though he was growing less sure with every gulp of candy.

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