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"There's this chase scene where the heroine and her companion are running through a huge open air market. They get cornered in a dead end with vendors watching as the villain stands poised to attack, then the vendors start throwing things at him. It distracts him long enough for the heroine to pull her weapon and shoot the villain. He goes down, stunned, not killed, and the authorities arrive to haul him away." Shane said.

The wolf was going over the climax of his latest novel. He'd hardly touched his sandwich. Aron meanwhile listened with great interest, finishing off his third foot long sub. His belly rumbled away as he ate, causing him only mild concern. He was eating for three after all. So he paid it no mind and drank in the epic he was being given early access to. He enjoyed it when Shane told him whatever story he was working on.

"And once they haul the bad guy away, they have a romantic kiss and ride off into the sunset?" Aron asked with a grin.

"Naturally. This is a romance novel, not a work of high art. I can get as shmaltzy as I want." Shane said with a grin, finally tucking into his lunch.

"And you sure do love shmaltz." Aron chuckled.

"Hey, I'm not the only one. I make a living off of people who love shmaltz." Shane retorted.

"And what basically amounts to porn." The big green fellow laughed.

Shane blushed and hid a smile behind his sandwich.

"Yeah, that may have something to do with it too. Still, it makes me enough money that I can live. Maybe someday I'll try to write a proper novel, sell the movie rights for a couple million, then retire." The smallish wolf said, daydreaming aloud.

"Well lemme know when you do. I'll be the first in line to see it." Aron said.

The two continued to eat, the dragon finishing his meal a good deal faster than his lupine companion. He leaned back and sighed as he gave his large, round belly an approving pat. A tingle passed up his spine as Jack and Mary stirred under his scales. A few subtle lumps formed in the smooth dome, catching Shane's attention.

"It's still super surreal seeing that. I mean, it's cool--just--it's hard to wrap your head around, ya know?" The lupine commented.

Aron smiled down at his large gut, running his palms over where the odd shapes formed then disappeared back into the smooth orb.

"Yeah, it's still hard for me to get my head around it too. But I can't imagine being any other way," The drake said. His wrist buzzed and he lifted the arm to gaze at his watch. It was flashing a reminder notification. His lunchtime was up, "Well, gotta get back to work. I'll see you later at the gym?"

"Yeah, I'll see ya there." Shane said, wishing he could have held Aron there just a bit longer, bounce a few more ideas off of him.

The thickly muscled dragon climbed to his feet and collected his trash, his belly sagging down to his thighs easily. He never forgot to bus himself when the restaurant was set up for him to do so. His time with Mary had taught him even greater respect for anyone who worked food service. He waved goodbye to Shane and crossed the road to head back to the garage. His overalls fit him fairly well, even a little loosely in a couple of places. Stacy had managed to keep him dressed in spite of his sudden 'growth spurts'. And yet, she never missed an opportunity to make sure things bulged in just the right places. It was a little obscene at this point. The groin of his overalls hugged close against the swell between his legs that it almost looked skin tight. It left little to the imagination, but it did offer some nice support. He'd gained mass downstairs after adding Mary to his middle.

Thankfully, the size of his belly was such that it almost completely concealed the lewd shape between his thighs.

"You're late." Called a female voice as Aron stepped into the shop portion of the garage. It was Stacy, standing at her door, hands on her hips.

"Actually, I'm a little bit early. I still have a couple of minutes to spare." Aron smiled brightly.

"My office. Now." Stacy said. She was using the 'boss' voice.

Aron's smile melted away, suddenly feeling a little nervous. He had an idea of what this was about, but sometimes, it was a little difficult to read her. He obeyed and waddled his way through her door and sat down in one of the little chairs in front of her desk. It creaked and groaned loudly, complaining about the weight the big green beast had put on it.

The grey bunny closed the door behind her and crossed the room to stand in front of the dragon. He was still taller than her even when he was sitting and she was on her tiptoes. So she began climbing up his front, straddling his gut and leaning forward to kiss him firmly.

"You're late. Now I've only got a few minutes to have my way with you before you have to get back to work." She said huskily once she let him come up for air. Without hesitating an moment, she began stripping off her inexpensive but still stylish pantsuit. She chose to wear that because she liked to play the 'sexy boss'.

Aron groaned softly as he felt her weight on top of his stomach. He'd just gotten back from lunch and had eaten quite a lot after all, not to mention he was carrying two passengers only slightly bigger than her. His arms wrapped around the rabbit and pressed her against his chiseled form before she started to pull away. She needed a little room to undress after all.

"Sorry, had I known you wanted a quickie-"

"I don't want a quickie. I want a long-y. That's why I wanted you back early." Stacy interrupted.

"Okay, a long-y... but ya gotta let me know beforehand. I can't read your mind." Aron said, working to unfasten his overalls, or at least the snaps for his crotch.

In mere moments of the flesh coming exposed--his thong was easy enough to shove out of the way--the dragon's shaft stiffened and mashed up against the swell of his gut. He rumbled loudly as he gripped the monster. It was bigger around than Stacy's forearm, and almost as long. She gazed at the beast between the drake's legs hungrily, daring to give it a firm lick before turning around and leaning against her desk. She bent over and looked back over her shoulder.

"I guess we'll just have to make this hard and fast. I've been reading a new book, 'Passion of the Desert' and it's got me needing it bad. Now get over here. Let's screw like a couple of fennecs taking shelter from a sandstorm!" The rabbit's dirty talk was impassioned, but occasionally she didn't quite hit the mark.

Aron just grunted as he scooted his chair closer, taking little time to begin pushing his way into her. Stacy yowled quietly as her womanly cleft stretched around the grand spire she'd come to know rather well. She loved the fact that it just kept getting bigger, and the fact that he was carrying a pair of former lovers only turned her on more. She didn't even know she was into that before it all happened.

Once he was started, the green drake stood, his thick, powerful legs hoisting him out of the chair and carrying the rabbit with him. She held onto the edge of her desk as her feet left the ground. Her legs curled to try and wrap around his waist, but he was just too big at this point, and she adored it. With a firm shove, her breath was stolen away and a large bulge stretched her stomach out. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her ears drooped. She was in the thick of it now.

"Oh god yes!" She moaned loudly.

Aron grunted in satisfaction, more knowing she was being satisfied rather than his own. With only a few free moments before he needed to be back in the garage, he moved fast. A heavy, powerful bucking jostled the rabbit about. It was all she could do to keep hold of the desk. The weight of the heavy gut resting on top of her back made it difficult, but she somehow managed. Aron thrust briskly, trying his best to finish fast, to finish the lady fast, and to keep from breaking her.

Luckily, she was a tough gal. She could take quite a lot.

In but mere moments, the friction brought heat, and the heat brought moisture from both of them. The going became easier as they lubed one another up, and then came the explosion. Stacy shrieked in climax as her stomach surged outward. Aron growled as his length bucked inside her, unleashing what felt like half a dozen gallons of rich, thick dragon spunk. It bloated her womb heavily, stretching down, then spreading out across the surface of the desk, forcing her legs apart.

Aron huffed and slowed as the climax passed, then gently retreated, careful to let Stacy have all the time she needed to clench and close up. She had a thing for keeping what she was given. At least until she could get home to a proper shower. Without much said, the two dressed once more and the rabbit turned to bring Aron to dip his head low. Another kiss graced his lips as she caressed her swollen tummy.

"Maybe one day I'll let one of these loads simmer long enough to get a litter out of it. I'm jealous of yours you know." Stacy grinned.

"Well just let me know if you do. I'd hate to leave the mother of my kids without the dick that caused it." He smirked, knowing that being pregnant would only make her labido grow.

"Now get back out there and get to work," Stacy said, giving his rump a swat, "And I'll see you on your next break." She winked.

Aron chuckled and slipped out of the office once his crotch was concealed in his overalls again. He had cars to fix.

---

"That's it, just quarter mile more. Two laps. You can do it." Aron said, jogging alongside Shane.

Shane huffed, sweating up a storm. That remaining quarter mile was one quarter more than he'd done before. He wasn't entirely sure it was so good an idea to make so big a jump. But then, Aron was his trainer, and Aron had confidence in him.

"I'm... not sure... I can... get there... like this. I... may have... to slow down." The smallish wolf panted.

"You've got this. Just hold out a bit longer. It's closer than you think." Aron coached. His belly bounced with every step. Rarely did Jack and Mary cause him trouble while he was training Shane. Since they did almost nothing but cardio, it meant they got to enjoy a lovely sway that lulled them to sleep if they weren't already.

To help distract the poor, tiring lupine, Aron turned to discussing Shane's latest novel. It was the one they had talked about at lunch the other day. Apparently the little writer had made great strides in the rough draft, to the point where he had sent off the early manuscript for his editor to have a look at. The tactic had the desired effect. It excited Shane and kept his mind off of what they were doing. When Aron finally stopped him, they'd gone another quarter of a lap past the intended goal.

Shane came to a stuttering halt, panting pretty hard.

"You're a sneaky jerk, making me go further like that." He complained playfully.

"Hey, I know how to keep you going. That's a new personal best for you. I call that a win. Let's hit the showers." Aron said as he gave the wolf a light slap on the back.

Shane's shoulders were thrown forward a bit from the slap. He'd gotten used to the act, bracing himself so he wouldn't fall flat on his face. Aron didn't know his own strength sometimes.

"Yeah, a shower sounds good. I feel gross." He said.

The two descended the upper level of the gym, leaving the running track to aim for the locker room, more specifically, the tile-lined chambers that would see the sign of their physical stress washed away. The door swung inward, then back outward as it pendulumed its way back to a closed state once they were beyond its reach. The changing room was empty save the two of them. Aron immediately began undressing. His sleeveless shirt had stuck to him rather tightly. Partly it was the good sweat he'd started to work up jogging along with Shane. Partly it was a size too small. It hadn't been too small when he initially bought it, but that was two weeks ago. He'd gained a bit of mass since then.

He didn't mind how tight it hugged him. In fact, he kind of liked it. It left little to the imagination. Same with his shorts.

The showers were turned on as the nude green stood under the spray. Shane stood timidly just a little ways away, blushing as he watched his trainer rinse himself off. Ordinarily, the wolf would have picked a stall and done his work in there. But now, he was finding it difficult to put distance between them. Contrary to his usual routine, Shane took the shower next to Aron in the open area. He hung his towel up, turned on the water, and began to rinse himself.

"Can I ask you something, Aron?" The wolf queried.

"Sure. What's on your mind?" The drake replied, finding himself quietly pleased that Shane had decided to shower next to him. His belly rumbled quietly in approval as well.

"What's it like? I mean... carrying the two of them?" Shane asked.

Aron was taken slightly off guard by the question. It wasn't that he hadn't been asked before. Several people had asked; Blake, Gabe, Stacy, even Mary before she decided to find out for herself what it was like inside. What caught him off guard was that it came from Shane. All his questions about Aron's 'condition' had been more inquisitive, almost like he was researching something for a book he was going to write. This however had a very different timbre. It was much more personal.

"Well, imagine there's this one feeling you want to keep having. That feeling you get when you're just laying in bed or lounging on the couch with someone you care about. And you just want to stay there, holding them, and not move. It's a bit like that, only a lot stronger. Like you're hugging them all the time, only your arms are free. It's pretty great." Aron said.

He'd been forced to find a way to put the sensation into words months ago, so his answer had been readily available for quite some time. He adjusted his stance under the spray of the shower as he felt a quiet rumble stir in his belly. It wasn't Mary or Jack. It was that same rumble that made an appearance from time to time, seemingly without reason.

"And what about Jack and Mary? Are they... happy?" Shane asked.

It was an odd thing to bring up. He'd asked it before, granted in another form. Aron furrowed his brow a little.

"Yeah, of course they're happy. I don't think I'd be able to kick them out if I wanted to. Why? Where's all this coming from?" The drake asked.

Shane blushed and tried to hide his face in his own shower's spray.

"I... I guess... I kinda envy them. Big, strong guy like you keeping them safe and comfortable. And you get to keep them close by all the time. It's just--it's awfully romantic." The wolf said.

Aron chuckled quietly and turned, crossing the short distance that separated them. In but a heartbeat, he was inches away from the wolf, or at least his belly was. Shane felt the silence grow awkward and he turned as if to try and change the subject. As he spun on his feet, he bumped directly into the large, warm, smooth dome he'd been curious about for a while. A powerful blush spread across his cheeks, deepening as a large hand pressed against his back, holding him against the dragon's gut.

"I'd say it's a safe bet you've been wanting to get in close and have a good feel. I say go for it. Soak it up, as much as you like." Aron smiled.

Shane said nothing, but his blush deepened almost to a shade of purple. Without another thought, he buried his face against the taut sphere in front of him and reached up with his arms. He could scarcely reach around the big dragon's waist, and that only served to excite him more. His palms moved slowly and smoothly over the orb, marveling at how it felt. A soft stirring came from under Aron's scales as Mary and Jack changed positions. The feeling of something living under the drake's hide and even seeing it stole Shane's breath away. He stared transfixed at it for a moment before looking up at Aron.

"What's that feel like?" Shane asked, pointing a finger at the subtle lumps forming and disappearing in the great dome before him.

"It was a little weird at first, but it feels pretty nice. A little bit like a massage, only from under the skin instead of from outside." The drake said.

Shane nodded and leaned in again, pressing a cheek against Aron's stomach. The short wolf was sure the green drake could feel the heat from his blush, but he didn't care at this point. He'd been fantasizing about this for a while, and now he finally got to do a little exploring. The two stood like that for several minutes before the dragon huffed a little. The gentle activity in his belly and the wolf attached to it was gradually warming his already pretty hearty libido. He felt the quiet rumble in his middle growing stronger and he shifted his hips, eventually bumping Shane with a different sort of bulge.

The wolf blushed harder as he felt the swell just below the warm orb he was pressed against. He knew what it was and he had gotten a fairly good look at how big it was. Now it was lifting upwards, prodding gently at his abdomen.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself." Shane said with a slight tremble to his voice.

Aron nodded, reaching down with a single hand to grip the rod already beginning to leak.

"Yeah, it's kind of got a mind of its own. Can't do a thing with it." He smirked, amused by the old joke.

"Do you let others... fill you?" The wolf asked.

"Yeah. Blake likes to whenever he can get a chance. He says Jack gives the best head he's ever had, in or out of someone's belly." Aron chuckled.

Shane looked back down at the gut in front of him, still pressed up against it.

"Do you ever get to be the one that does the filling?" He asked.

Aron grinned broadly, pressing a wide palm against the small of the wolf's back. It squeezed him in against the gently yielding belly.

"When someone wants to let me," The drake said, "Are you volunteering?"

Shane remained quiet, unable to find what words he wanted to use. Aron snickered a little and craned down to plant a little kiss on top of the wolf's head. What followed was almost dream-like for the lupine. It was difficult for him to process what was happening and he could scarcely recall what came before each passing moment. The big dragon collected him, hoisting him up and forcing his legs to try and wrap around his belly. The tile walls gave way to the lockers. Aron sat down on one of the benches and gently eased Shane onto his back. And then the weight of that great sphere pressed down on top of the little wolf.

It wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it was just the opposite. The little wolf shuddered and moaned as he gripped at the grand thing pinning him down. Aron chuckled, amused by the reaction, as well as the shape forming under his gut. Shane was enjoying it more than expected. The drake could feel the wolf's sheath swelling and letting loose the flesh it tried to restrict. It would be doing more than that soon enough. The drake nudged his hips forward softly. The head of his length bumped against Shane, eliciting a soft gasp, but no recoil or protest. Another testing 'tap' followed but no withdrawal was given. The wolf even whined a little, trying to press against the large, blunt object teasing just under his tail.

That was all the permission Aron required. Keeping a great deal of his strength in reserve, the green beast pushed forward with those powerful hips. A loud gasp sounded from below his gut. At this point, all Aron could see were the tops of Shane's ears, making for a comical sight. The wolf's form stiffened as he was entered. His stomach slowly distended outward in the shape of the rod parting his cheeks. It was thick enough that it left a wide bulge, and long enough that it reached almost up to his chest. Shane was left breathless.

The green dragon held the little one under him just like that for a moment, giving him a chance to calm and relax into the moment. It would get more intense in just a bit, so why rush it? They fit so tightly together that Aron could feel subtle movements in his lover's form; a squeeze here, a turn there, one region relaxing, another tensing up. Slowly, gradually, he felt Shane's form settle, though he was still panting a bit. A deep growl rose up from the drake's gravid tummy and he chuckled. 'Okay, okay, I'm on it,' he thought to himself, and he pumped with his legs.

Shane gasped again, biting back a howl as he was slid across the surface of the bench. His hands reached up and gripped at the large, green dome in front of him, trying to find something on which to gain purchase. The wet hide was just too slick. Needing something to anchor him, Shane reached down and gripped the bench under him. That worked better. Another forward push from Aron sank the invading shaft so deep the wolf was starting to think it might come right up and out of his mouth.

A steady, slow rock made both wolf and dragon sway back and forth. Aron growled low in his throat, wanting to be more forceful, but he wasn't sure that Shane could take it. The gentle path would have to do for now. Maybe Blake would be willing to let him indulge in his more animalistic side later. The drake closed his eyes and drank in the tactile sensation of the moment. His ears twitched as he strained to listen to Shane's noises of passion, the little gasps and yips coming from below his tummy. There was something deeply satisfying about taking a lover so much smaller than himself. It reminded Aron of just how much he'd grown in so short a time. And it made him wonder how much bigger he was going to get. A mental image of him as big as Gabe passed through his head and a powerful shiver ran up his spine.

Shane yowled plaintively as the green beast atop him jostled him with the shudder. A warm spurt of clear, slick, sticky ooze accompanied the small quake. It was just the beginning of the coming storm. Had he seen how big Stacy had gotten after a quick session with Aron, he might have come running. The wolf's mind was a swirl of thoughts and images, most of them incomprehensible under the heavy stimulation of the moment. He did however grab hold of one picture--it was of him, on his hands and knees, being taken from behind by the dragon on top of him, his belly heavily swollen and sagging down to the ground with the drake's seed. It was enough to make him shiver just as Aron had.

The two held tight to their respective fantasies, both equally likely to come to pass, and pushed into one another. Their voices slowly rose through the locker room. The bench squeaked and groaned under the weight and the strain, but held fast. Thank goodness it was fastened down. Another warm spurt of clear ooze slicked Shane's walls. The lubrication made their work that much easier and faster. The wolf let go of the bench under him and wrapped his arms back as far around the huge belly pinning him down as he could reach. He slid back and forth atop the smooth, wooden surface, but not very far. His breath came in ragged gulps. He felt as if the monster pumping away inside him was trying to compress his lungs. And he loved it.

After all too short a time, Shane threw his head back and howled. His body twitched and trembled as a sticky burst coated fur and scale alike. Aron meanwhile grit his teeth and shoved home. A geyser of thick, rich seed poured into the wolf's bowels. Pump after pump of the stuff flooded in, giving Shane's belly reason to surge out and press up against the much larger stomach holding him in place. The green dragon groaned as he loosed his essence into his lupine companion. He could feel how he caused Shane to swell, reveling in it. He adored the fact that he could do this now.

The wolf was quickly left panting in shallow huffs. The weight of the big green tummy pushing down on him as well as his own now swollen abdomen made it difficult to breathe deeply. And he could swear he could taste hints of musky something creeping up his throat and smearing across his tongue. Aron slowly withdrew when he was sure he was finished, and sat properly on the bench next to the lupine. Shane lay there, his hands groping at his stomach, moaning as he reveled in what he had been turned into; a fuzzy ball full of dragon seed.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you enjoyed that." Aron chuckled.

Shane nodded emphatically. He didn't want the drake to misunderstand even in the slightest.

"Y-yeah... I... I did!" The wolf said when he could muster the air to form words.

"Well, I enjoyed it too." Aron said.

He paused for a moment as he came to realize something. His belly was grumbling rather heartily at him. He wasn't hungry. That felt different. But this wasn't too dissimilar. He'd felt this before, many times, but never this strongly. He shrugged it off and reached over, giving the wolf's bloated tummy a pat.

"Did... you do this... to Jack... and Mary... before... you put them... inside you?" Shane panted inquisitively.

"Jack, sort of, yes. And he actually dove in on his own. Mary, I had earlier that day, and she hadn't let it out by the time she dove into me on her own." Aron said.

"Does that... mean that... you're going to... put me in there... too?" Shane asked.

Aron grinned broadly, leaning over to whisper huskily to the wolf.

"I could. I could put you in there with them and there's nothing you could do about it. I could just be a big, greedy dragon and keep you all to myself." The drake said.

A visible shudder passed through Shane's form, but he said nothing in response. He just stared up tiredly at the large, jade fellow.

Aron gazed back at him, still grinning away. In the moment earlier, as he spoke, something clicked inside him. He found he rather liked the idea of outright claiming Shane. The notion of shoving him in with Jack and Mary, never to be let out, was terribly appealing. It was a powerful urge, one that he was finding difficult to resist. So he simply gave into it.

"You know what? I'm gonna do just that. Say goodbye to the outside world, little guy." The dragon said.

Two large hands sat the tired wolf up, then eased him onto the floor. Shane didn't protest. Even as he watched the dragon stand over him, straddle him, then begin to crouch down on top of him. The wolf was mesmerized by the heavy swaying orbs that had just deposited a sizable load inside him. It wasn't until the heat of the drake's feminine folds began to spread over the crown of his head that he realized what was happening. He tried to get up the will to move, to pull away, but he just didn't have the heart.

Aron hissed and bent his knees, slowly lowering himself down onto the little, grey fellow under him. His cleft yawned open as soon as it made contact and Shane's head vanished inside. The hungry vulva was clearly interested in being fed. The sensation of a third person passing through him gave the drake reason to shiver in delight. He was going to enjoy every moment of this. He bent his knees more, letting the weight of his massive frame force Shane deeper into his passage. Sweet smelling moisture collected around the wolf, matting his fur down and making him slick, easier to consume. Before the dragon realized it, he had pushed down over his friend's shoulders and had come to rest against that bloated bulge he had provided Shane with.

It was pretty big. Such an obstacle would no doubt take a fair bit of time to work in. The wolf squirmed and whimpered, struggling with himself. He couldn't reconcile his desire to stay outside in the world and his deep curiosity to be consumed, to see what it was like within. His wriggling only brought a new layer of pleasure for the dragon. Aron squeezed his eyes tightly shut and pushed himself further down. He gasped loudly as his tunnel yawned again, stretching around the grand, sloshing belly of the wolf. His stomach swelled visibly under his hands. The two inside shifted, feeling groggy and sluggish, unaware of their coming guest. With an audible 'Pop!', the drake felt his nethers close around Shane's hips. It had been a great deal easier than he thought! It had taken only a brief moment to swallow up that lovely, squishy dome!

Aron moaned as he felt his belly twitch and expand to house the added mass. The sensation of stretching so far and so easily took the wind out of him and he lost his balance. The big green dragon's rump landed on the cold, hard floor with a thud, shoving the wolf's hips in. There the dragon sat, wriggling on his backside and groaning with pleasure as Shane's remaining form was slowly drawn in, unseen by anyone who might have been in the locker room with them. In but a precious few moments, the drake felt his petals close back up behind a pair of little paws. He could even feel those feet sliding slowly up his canal into his womb until his third passenger was deposited within. He panted happily and palmed his gut.

The grand bulge had grown, but not as dramatically as when Jack or Mary had entered. It was possible that most everyone wouldn't notice. It was a delicious secret; the greedy dragon stuffing his newest lover inside when no one was looking, and no one would be the wiser. He deeply relished the notion.

And then a revelation struck him. The rumbling in his belly had died down. It had been getting quieter as he swallowed Shane up. The wolf's motion under his scales continued but feebly. As Shane settled, so too did the rumbling. Aron had been hungry after all, just not in the sense of needing food. He needed another passenger. A broad grin spread across his muzzle and he covered his eyes with a hand as he realized. Apparently his womb was the greedy one, not him, and it had just managed to override his good sense.

"Well, now that I know what that is, guess I should be more careful who I spend my time around. I might end up with a fourth in there!" He cackled to himself. When he had to seriously consider that possibility, he found he was not at all opposed.

There the green dragon sat, his hands roaming over his well occupied belly. He adored the sense of fullness, the weight, the size, everything about carrying his lovers around with him. When it dawned on him how much time he'd spent in the locker room, Aron climbed to his feet, surprised that he had no real difficulty managing with the added mass. He grinned and waddled to the shower, rinsing off, and of course taking the opportunity to pleasure himself a bit. He'd need to get clean, get dressed, then tend to his own routine before going home.

As he showered, a familiar sound reached his ears. The heavy clop of hooves on hard floor signaled the approach of a welcome friend.

"Hey Aron, you in here?" Gabe said. The tall, heavily muscled horse peered in hearing the shower running.

"Yup! Just finishing up. It'll be all yours in a second." Aron said.

"I don't need to just yet. I was wondering if you've done your routine yet." Gabe called out over the sound of the spray.

"Not yet. Why? You looking for a partner?" The dragon asked.

"That's why I was lookin' for you. You interested?" The stallion replied.

"Sure am! Gimme a bit and I'll meet you out there." Aron said.

The dragon couldn't help himself. His grin simply wouldn't leave.

The shower was turned off. Aron toweled himself dry, finding it difficult to not spend hours and hours just fawning over his tummy. Getting dressed was easier than he thought. His shirt refused to reach down to cover his stomach, but that was normal. His shorts bulged in the groin, but that was expected. He could feel gentle stirrings under his scales as Jack and Mary properly welcomed their new sibling. As Aron turned to walk back out to the gym, he paused and held his tummy, smiling down at it fondly.

"Welcome home, Shane. It might be a little crowded in there, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Daddy's gonna take good care of all three of you." He crooned to his gut.

The door swung open and the dragon left to go work out. The session was more satisfying than he expected. The weight in his middle was a constant delight. He had to adjust his shorts from time to time, the monster the fabric tried to contain constantly demanding to be set free. That would have to wait until he got home. Blake would no doubt be amused by the day's events.

---

It was a good thing Blake and Aron had looked into reinforcing their bed. The green drake's growing mass had put it to the test. Gabe had been a good source of advice on the point. The mattress squeaked and groaned as Aron rocked his hips forward, pumping firmly into the gryphon bent over on his hands and knees. The heavy, writhing gut pinning him in that position churned on top of the avian. The dragon's manhood had grown another few inches in the last couple of days. The rest of him had gotten bigger too, prompting Blake to ask about that increase.

He wasn't surprised to find out about Shane's addition to the dragon's gut.

Moans and growls mingled with the complaints of the bed. The two rutted against one another with force that would have damaged the average person. Only a few months ago, Aron was skinny, a very average five and three quarters feet tall, and made no noteworthy impression on the scales. Now, he was as tall as Blake, just past six and a half feet, and weighed a great deal more than him. The three passengers in his womb certainly helped with that. Stacy had noticed the change too, and had begun to wonder just when Aron would stop growing. The green dragon wondered that too. When his mind was allowed to. He was too busy humping his feathered boyfriend.

A very avian screech filled the room, mixed with the roar of a scaled beast as they both came. Blake's stomach surged visibly under him as he made a rather sticky mess on the sheets below. He huffed and clenched, not ready to let the thick, twitching intruder slip out of his grasp.

"Oh damn... you just keep pushing the limit, don't you!?" Blake said breathlessly.

"I've had a little help." Aron said with a grin, his chest heaving just as much as Blake's.

The two remained just like that for the moment, relishing one another's contact. A subtle twitch or shift brought a new thrill to both as they eased down off the high of climax. Eventually, Blake was the one to give out.

"Okay, I've got to sit up. My back is starting to complain." The gryphon said.

Aron obliged and shifted backwards, removing the more than foot-long length of dragon flesh he'd inserted in him. Blake shivered as he was 'un-skewered' then rolled onto his side, holding his stomach. It seemed anyone who bedded the dragon ended up quite round and sloshing.

"Next time I'll let you be on top. How's that?" Aron asked with a grin.

"Yeah, I mount you. Get me a little attention from Jack like usual." Blake said, grinning right back at his boyfriend.

"Can't say I'm upset that's the only way you can get it." Aron snickered.

"I'm not complaining either," Blake said, rolling to sit up and climb off the bed, "I'm gonna grab a shower. I'm still sweaty from the gym. You get comfy and I'll be back in a bit."

Aron offered the avian a wink and gently descended atop the bed, rolling onto his back. The sound of the shower came on and the dragon sighed in satisfaction. One hand rest behind his head, the other atop his still wriggling stomach. It seemed that his three passengers had gotten in on the fun themselves. The drake shivered as he felt them stretch his belly, press on a tender spot, or make him sway especially strongly. It felt fantastic when all three of them got so active. He could even hear them moaning and talking dirty to each other.

"If this is as far as it went, I'd be happy. We'll see if it goes any further." Aron called to his stomach.

At the sound of his voice, the motion in his tummy slowed, but didn't stop. Shane pressed out against the warm, slick, fleshy walls holding him back and huffed a little as Jack pumped into him.

"I... I don't suppose... I could... get a day pass... to visit the outside world... could I?" The wolf panted, his voice muffled by dragon flesh.

Aron grinned and pressed a large palm against the shape the lupine made in his domed middle.

"Sorry buddy, whatever goes in, stays in. No one comes back out. House rules." The drake crooned.

"Well... can you... get my tablet... and stick it in here... with me? I'd really... like to jot... some stuff down... I've got... an idea... for a new story!" Shane grunted through his words. Clearly Jack was having a grand time with him. And he wasn't about to complain either.

"Sleeping most of the day. Getting humped almost constantly. Unable to leave. And you still want to write. You're a true author, you know that?" Aron chuckled.

The dragon slowly rolled off his back and sat up, climbing to his feet. The weight of the writhing mass in his middle settled on his hips and he shivered in delight. Both hands moved to cup the weighty swell, as well as give the 'kids' something to push against. Aron waddled his way through the apartment until he found Shane's belongings, what few items there had been to bring home from the gym. The green drake collected the tablet and looked it over carefully, unsure if this was such a smart idea.

"Hey, Shane... um... I dunno if you really want me sticking this in there with you. Isn't it a little... juicy... in there?" Aron asked.

"It'll be okay. It's water resistant. I got that one because I'm a bit of a clutz." The wolf responded, having managed to regain his ability to speak with a normal cadence.

"Okay, so, it'll be alright for a little while. What about power? I'm not exactly a wireless charging pad." The dragon said.

"If you look in my bag, there's a portable charging pack. Plugs into the wall, charges the battery, then you plug your phone or your tablet or laptop or whatever into it and it gives it a charge. I can get four full recharges on my tablet off of one full cycle from the pack. Just stick that in here with it and I'll push it back out when it needs to be charged," Shane grinned, "Or you can just shove a cord in and hang out on the couch while your belly powers up."

That elicited a chuckle from the dragon. He couldn't see a downside at this point. Aron rummaged around through Shane's satchel and found the charging pack in question, then noticed it had an interesting port on one side. The label caused his eyebrows to raise as he read it.

"You can give a car a jump start with one of these things?" The green beast asked in surprise.

"Oh yeah! I forgot about that! I keep the jumper cables that plug into that in my car! It's super handy!" Shane said excitedly.

"So... if I end up with a dead battery, car won't start, I can just shove the end of the cords between my legs and give my car a jump?" Aron asked.

"Yup! You can jump start your car with your cooch!" Shane laughed.

That amused the green dragon so greatly that he plopped down on the couch, leaned back, spread his legs, and immediately began stuffing the tablet and charging pack into his crotch. Something about that whole notion not only entertained him, but it had a deep appeal he had never considered before. He shivered a little as the odd shapes and the cords that came with them slipped in out of sight. His belly shifted as Jack and Mary permitted their 'brother' to collect his things. Immediately, even while Jack continued to hump into him, Shane began tapping away on his tablet.

"Since I've sort of experienced a 'change in living situation', I should look at changing a few other things too. You don't charge rent for us in here. You've got us covered on food. Your wifi is pretty great here so internet is taken care of. I don't really have anything much to pay for anymore." Shane said.

Aron's face screwed up into a look of mild confusion. He had some idea of where this was going. As he sat up, he held his stomach, looking down at the gently rocking dome. The sensation of the orgy inside wasn't nearly as distracting at the moment, perhaps because he felt sated. For now.

"You still get paid out of book sales, don't you?" The dragon asked.

"I sure do. And while it's not a huge fortune, it's certainly a nice bit of income, lets me live kind of comfortably. It should make it a little easier for you to get by if it rolls into your income. I'll probably have to sell the house if you guys don't want it." Shane said, tapping away as he looked over his finances and assets. It was amazing what all someone could do on a tablet with internet access these days.

"Your house? What... you'd just give it to us?" Aron asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Well I'm sure not gonna be able to use it! Why not? I dunno how married you guys are to apartment life. I personally couldn't get out of that kind of a situation fast enough. My keys are in my bag. Go take a look at it in the morning!" Shane said.

"And you're just going to let me have control over your bank account and everything?" Aron asked, utterly astonished at the notion.

"Yeah sure, why not? I mean, I'll probably keep some for myself, give myself an allowance so I can buy things from time to time. But yeah, you're my living situation. I know I said you don't charge it, but think of it as me paying you rent!" The wolf laughed.

Aron sat on the couch, completely bewildered by this turn of events. He could just picture Shane huddled up inside his belly, tapping the screen in his hands, sending commands to his bank to direct the flow of money to the greedy green beast that had consumed him.

Blake grinned as he strolled up to the couch, having heard the conversation from the next room once he'd climbed out of the shower.

"Well how about that? Puttin' your belly to work! Now it's making money for you!" The gryphon laughed as he plopped down next to the drake, fawning over the huge bulge of his abdomen. His own plumed figure was still rather largely swollen from their earlier fun, though nowhere near as big as Aron's gut.

"I didn't know I was putting together an investment portfolio when I started putting people in me!" He shook his head in mild disbelief.

"Hey, you got a house out of it too. I say we check it out tomorrow. It's bound to have more space than this place, and we won't have to deal with the neighbors complaining about the noise when we're getting rough." Blake waggled his eyebrows, grinding his hips forward against the dragon's thigh.

Without really thinking about it, Aron rolled onto his side and began pressing his rump backwards against the gryphon, rumbling loudly as he felt the familiar shape of masculine flesh sliding along his firm buttocks.

"Sounds like a plan. Oooo," Aron cooed as he felt the avian slip into the familiar grasp of his tender, and now well used, petals, "You're just gonna keep on writing in there, aren't you, Shane?"

"You bet! Daddy's gotta eat, and I gotta make sure I can keep him fed!" He snickered. He'd already sent off an email to his publisher, informing her that there was to be a change in their arrangement. He was sure she'd find it amusing. Jack meanwhile stopped humping the wolf, offering him a chance to cuddle with Mary while he tended to the large, insistent gryphon shaft making its presence known below.

Shane had been quite the score for Aron. In the brief moment he had to ponder such things before Blake began to pound with real strength, he wondered what else he could 'inherit' should he end up 'adopting' someone else.