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Mornings were getting trickier. Aron had a lot of mass to move around. Actually getting it moving wasn't the difficult part. It was moving it in the right direction without knocking anything over. He had become something of a bull in a china shop with how much he had grown. He was a little over two meters tall now, and with four people smuggled away in his belly, he weighed about as much as a large upright piano. That was a lot to haul around, and his gut was big enough that he couldn't see past it enough to know he wasn't stepping on someone. But then he wasn't carrying four at the moment. He had an extra passenger tucked in down below.

The big green dragon laid on his back for the moment, relishing his bulk and the gentle movements he could feel coming from inside him. His four kids--Jack, Mary, Shane, and Natalie--were all still asleep, but they did toss and turn a little while they slept. Down below however was constant motion, more exaggerated than his belly. His sac churned and squeezed at a rather sizable occupant. He sighed and squeezed his powerful legs against the lumpy bulge, enjoying all of it. His palms roamed over his stomach, adoring just how large it had gotten. Three months of carrying four and frequently hauling someone between his legs. This was heaven in his mind.

Aron turned his head lazily to look at the clock glowing a dim, pale blue on the nightstand. It read five thirty in the morning. Time to rise and shine. He sighed, then grunted as he sat himself up. He felt the weight of his tummy press down on top of his bulging sac and grinned, giving the nicely stretched, taut, muscular dome of his abdomen a firm pat. As soon as the weight pressed down on his scrotum, it squirmed harder, making him rumble in delight.

"Alright everyone, it's time to get up. Daddy's got things to do." the drake said quietly.

He rocked to one side, careful not to tip himself over too far. A cord was revealed, having been hiding under him. He gently pulled on it, shivering as it withdrew from between his folds. Then out popped the head of it, making the big dragon gasp softly. Shane's tablet was no doubt finished charging so he might be good for the rest of the day. But, just to make absolutely sure, the big green fellow reached over to the nightstand and pulled a black, rectangular device off of a stand that showed several green lights along its side. With practiced care, Aron tipped over again and began gently pressing the very warm battery pack between his nethers. His hungry passage accepted it and tugged it in. Now Shane would have more than enough power to do whatever he might.

The author's needs settled, the dragon turned and rocked himself onto his thick, broad paws. The act dragged his scrotum to the edge of the bed with him where it flopped down past the side of the mattress, dangling almost to the floor. He huffed and paused a moment to steady himself. Then, he leaned forward and pulled himself up into a standing position. He yawned and stretched, flexing his impressive frame before turning slowly to aim towards the door to the bathroom. He squeezed his way into the shower and turned on the water. He needed to bathe more than once a day anymore. It was getting warmer out, which meant the air conditioner was going to be working overtime to keep him cool. Already he had worked up a thin sheen of sweat just from sleeping under a woefully underpowered fan.

A shower would help make him feel less sticky. But, in order to get there, he had to get stickier first. And that meant he had to do something about the one sloshing around between his thighs. It was Monday, and that meant it was time to let Blake out, no matter how badly Aron wanted to keep him. What had once been an overwhelming experience had quickly become one of his favorite things to do. Every Friday night, the gryphon would dive down his shaft and swell out his sac, then spend the whole weekend churning, gurgling, and squirming around in a small ocean of dragon spunk. At least letting the bird out felt just as good as putting him in.

Aron leaned back against the tile wall of the shower. Once he was sure he wouldn't slip, he reached down, removed the ring that had kept his boyfriend sealed away inside him, and began stroking himself. It wouldn't take much effort. He had been pent up all weekend, and no matter how many times he relieved himself, he still felt tight and full. The motion certainly didn't help him control his libido. But that was why he loved it so much. It left him feeling insatiable, like he could handle Stacy at her worst. The drake growled and massaged his belly, feeling his litter start to rouse. Their added movement helped to finish the job he had just gotten started. He tilted his head back and roared as Blake's head came surging up through his spire. A hearty splatter of white preceded the feathered bodybuilder, just as the dragon's shaft distended and deformed, showing the well-chiseled frame sliding up through him.

Blake landed on the floor of the shower with a splat, completely drenched in white, viscous ooze. He panted and lifted his paws to wipe his eyes clean. It wasn't his favorite time of day, but it had to be done. The gryphon worked his beak a bit, making a smacking sound like many did upon waking, and slowly stood himself up, unsteady at first. He had not walked since Friday night, but that didn't mean he had been completely devoid of physical activity. He was sore and tired, but in a good way. The weekends had quickly shown a great deal of benefit. Blake had been well built before, but now he was toned to the point where he could easily win a few bodybuilding competitions. In fact, he had entered a few just to see where he might fall. He had become a regional champion in a very short time.

"Morning honey." Aron grunted, slumping to the floor now that his sac was finally allowed to empty itself.

While it wasn't nearly as big as it had been with Blake inside, he was still very impressively swollen. Each orb was the size of a basketball, but only because they had retracted somewhat after so hard an expulsion. They would stretch back out to half again as large once the dragon had relaxed. His mast was still rigid and pulsing, mashing up against his gravid tummy. It was a rather lovely sight to wake up to, Blake had confessed some weeks ago.

"Morning. Monday already?" the gryphon asked.

"Afraid so. You know I wouldn't let you out early if I didn't have to." the green dragon closed his eyes as he tried to calm himself down.

"Yeah, you greedy monster. You'd keep me in there forever if you could get away with it." Blake grinned and crawled his way up along the pregnant drake's gut, wrapping his arms around Aron's thick chest.

"Probably. But then you wouldn't get to train anyone else yourself." the big scaled fellow grinned.

"And I wouldn't get to bend you over this gut of yours and make you moan. You know how much I like doing that." the gryphon laughed.

"Yeah I do. Think you've got enough energy to do that?" Aron leaned forward, planting a brief, loving little kiss on the avian's beak.

"For you, I can do anything." Blake kept the dragon from pulling away, forcing the kiss to last longer.

Just as the two were getting comfortable laying against one another, the feathered fellow pulled himself up, standing over the great, round dragon. He gripped one of the scaled beast's arms and helped pull Aron onto his paws. He had not gained much in the way of mass from his weekly 'sessions' in the green sac he had just escaped. But he had gained significant definition, and each time he dove in and came back out, he felt stronger. He could pick Aron up without any trouble now. He could probably sweep the big, bloated boy off his feet and carrying him like they were a newlywed couple. But he had something a little less romantic in mind.

The gryphon turned Aron around and forced him forward against the wall behind him. The dragon huffed and groaned, already knowing what was coming. He lifted his tail and steadied himself, bracing for the gryphon's assault. It came just as it always did, rough, quick, and to the point. Blake sank himself deep between the very petals that had devoured four others, giving his lover a strong stretch. The dragon's voice filled the bathroom as he was spread. Aron pushed back against the hips he recognized so clearly and snorted, aching for the release he had been denied in kicking Blake out of 'bed'. Only one half of his needs had been sated. Now was time for the other side.

Thighs flexed and flesh dragged against flesh. The avian's own weighty sac swung forward and slapped at the very swells he had been sealed up inside only moments ago. There was a certain satisfaction to knowing and feeling that. Blake shuddered as he humped, taking out his aggression on his jade lover. Aron rather liked it when he got so riled up. And he was durable enough to handle it. In but precious few minutes of grinding, rutting, and growling, the gryphon screeched as he unleashed a stout blast deep into the dragon's belly. Aron roared once again as he was made to clench, grasping the grand rod spreading him. A heated splash soaked the avian's groin while the greedy green belly swelled, expanding with the ever increasing load pouring in.

Blake's trips into Aron as well as all the training sessions he had started engaging in with his clients had helped bump his productivity. And he was thrilled with that. It meant he could please his dragon that much easier. And it didn't hurt that he could flood the four kids if any of them decided to ride him while Aron had such a grip on him. There wasn't any second body to assist inside this morning. Everyone was still waking up. It did however promise to stir them to life. Aron panted and dropped a palm to his belly, feeling everyone beginning to squirm.

"Ngh... hell of a wake up call. I think they got the message." the dragon breathed heavily, fighting for the air needed to chuckle.

"Yeah, well if I get a rude awakening covered in cum, then so should they." Blake laughed.

The two ended their heavy intimacy and got to work cleaning one another up. They shared a few tender kisses, and even stroked along one another's more tender spots, teasing about in the hopes of making another sticky mess. Aron's phone buzzed and played a loud tone, signaling that it was six in the morning. They needed to finish up so they could get to work. The shower saw them cleansed. They dried, then went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. And it was a very large breakfast at that. After all, Aron was eating for five. Once they were fed, they dressed, and were out the door. It as a bit of a tight fit, but the dragon managed to squeeze through.

Of course, dressing for someone Aron's size was an interesting prospect. His clothing left little to the imagination anymore, and he rather enjoyed showing off his belly in public, even while it squirmed and wriggled about. It was eye-catching, and he liked that. Especially at the gym.

The two arrived and began their workout as was their normal routine. It was broken up into three different sessions, the first of which was a set of weights. They decided to forego the usual fun they had while doing reps. Gabe hadn't arrived yet, and he would be disappointed he didn't get to be a part of it if they got into it without him. When at last everything in their first round was done, the two big, bulky boys--one decidedly bulkier than the other--retreated to the locker room. They didn't intend to shower, at least not yet. They were meeting a couple of clients, and that was the best place to get down to business with them.

"Hey, what's up Mikey? You're lookin' good." Blake said, extending a paw for the black and white fox.

Mikey took the paw, his own dwarfed a bit by the bird's. He grinned up at the feathered personal trainer and blushed just a little bit.

"You think so? I know I'm nothing like you and Aron." the vulpine replied.

"Dude, no one's like Aron. Not even Gabe. And I've got my own little special program so I'm kind of a special case too. But hey, a few more weeks of this and you'll be in your own special league." Blake grinned.

"Yeah, here's hoping. I'm liking the results so far," the fox looked over his trim, toned form, looking a great deal like a professional swimmer which worked well for someone who danced for a living, "Do you want me to just get to it? Or did you have anything you wanted to talk about or do first?"

"Nah, go ahead and get started. I've been looking forward to this all weekend." the gryphon grinned, sliding his shorts down and sitting on an empty bench.

The fox nodded and stripped out of his clothing, putting it all away in his locker. He returned to the avian--now completely nude--and crouched in front of him. His paws reached out and pulled the generous shaft towards him. The vulpine gave it a tender little lick, offering his trainer a bit of affection before getting started. But he didn't linger too long. He had no intention of leaving Blake waiting. He nuzzled into the end of the pulsing spire, trying to coax it to permit him in. It yawned open and he pushed his muzzle into the dark interior. The scent of the gryphon's seed flooded his nostrils and he groaned. With a stout 'gulp', the whole of his head vanished.

Blake shuddered happily and made a very purr-like sound. He reached down to grasp at the shorter vulpine's figure and hoist him upward. He wasn't interested in the slow method today. He wanted Mikey in his sac as quick as he could get him. And it didn't take long. The bird shoved down on the fox, stuffing him down his shaft fairly quickly. His tongue draped out one side of his beak as he reveled in the deep, gratifying sensation of predation. The vulpine only fought harder, not to resist but to pull himself in. Within but only a few precious moments, Mikey's paws and a bit of his fuzzy tail were all that remained visible. A long, cartoonish swell stretched out Blake's rod.

That bulge slipped downward, changing shape as the fox wormed deeper. With a stout bounce and a muffled splash, Mikey descended completely, bloating out the great gryphon's scrotum just as he had done several times prior. Blake slouched in his seat, leaning against the lockers behind him as he sighed happily. He ran a paw over his engorged sac and licked his beak wantonly.

"Mmm, that's it. Time to get to work on you, little guy." he chuckled.

Already, the same churning Aron's own fleshy pouch put its occupants through began, showing the fox's tormented figure through the chocolate-fur-covered bloat. Mikey would be worked over almost as hard as Aron's aggressive bulge worked on Blake. And when he let the fox out later, he'd see the benefits of his intensive workout.

Aron meanwhile was seated further down the way talking to a similarly built tiger. The feline was a little on the short side, but slender and showing signs of improvement from his sessions with the dragon. They had not had many, and what few there were had only been for a few hours.

"Are you sure?" the drake asked.

"I'm sure. I've already scheduled the time off. I'm ready to go longer this time. A few days if you can spare it. I even found those supplements you mentioned you used to take way back when. I've finished half of the bottle already. I dunno if I'll get big and bulky like you, but I'd love to try." Jessie nodded firmly.

"Then you should be ready to really grow! Now, if you're all set up, let's go on and get to it. No point in wasting time if you're ready and willing, right?" the green dragon smiled brightly.

He loved it when they were so eager. The tiger had already undressed and put his clothing away just as Mikey had. He crouched in front of the dragon, disappearing past the globe of a gut the big green fellow was lavishing with attention. It had calmed down since breakfast, but Aron could still feel subtle shifts within. Likely it was Shane writing something, or maybe Jack and Mary having a go.

The striped feline wiggled forward, finding the already stiff rod he was used to being devoured by, and began pawing at it, trying to draw out its hunger. It didn't take much. One of his paws was quickly snatched up by the ravenous spire. Aron shuddered with glee and reclined, pushing his hips forward. Jessie shoved his other paw in with the first without hesitation. Then his muzzle followed. One big yawn from the dragon's shaft saw his head engulfed.

Aron had developed a bit of a skill. Given that his belly was so big he couldn't see his groin anymore, he had learned how to engage in such decadent acts of consumption without needing to use his hands. It left them free to fawn over his belly, especially when he felt his kids getting rather active, like they were now. They knew when he was taking on a client like this. It was hard not to eavesdrop on your dad when he hauled you around his his belly all the time. And now, Aron could feel them bouncing and humping against one another heavily. No doubt it was to help egg him on. That always made him purr.

Jessie meanwhile was busy trying his best to feed himself to the dragon's shaft. And he was doing quite well. A firm push with his legs sank his chest in. And then Aron's member 'gulped', dragging the cat right to his hips. From there, the big green fellow climbed back onto his paws and waddled his way over towards Blake. The tiger was hanging out of him, slowly slipping deeper as he wriggled and fought to hasten his entry.

"How's Mikey doing? Cozy?" the dragon asked as he gazed down at the bird's bloated, writhing sac.

"Oh yeah, nice and cozy. One day I'll be able to do it like you. Just get up mid-way through and walk around while you tug them in." Blake chirred happily.

"Practice, practice, practice. You've let me learn a lot of real naughty things by dragging you in so often." Aron huffed as he felt Jessie's thighs vanish, then his knees.

The bloat of the dragon's scrotum distended right before the gryphon's eyes. It made his mouth water, wanting to just shove his beak down on the drake, not caring if he accidentally swallowed the tiger in the process. That might have nasty consequences, but it was a very enticing thought. He wasn't about to admit it thought.

"And he's got a few days scheduled in there, huh? Lucky dragon. Trade a gryphon for cat. Sure he's not as big as me, but then you're still occupied." Blake grinned.

"Hey guys," Henry smiled to both the big fellows as he walked in, "Glad I caught you so early. I was wondering if I could get a session in with one of you."

The short of stature horse was clad in only a pair of shorts, and displaying a rather impressive physique. Just like with anyone who spent time in either dragon or gryphon sac, he hadn't bulked up, but toned very well. He looked down from their faces to see two very active bulges between their legs and frowned. He already knew his answer.

"Sorry dude. Mikey's got the room occupied for the day. And I'm not quite to the point where I can do more than one at a time yet." Blake frowned sadly.

He really wanted to snatch up the small horse sometime soon. Aron had only spoken of how enjoyable it was having him riding around against his thighs.

"Well, Jessie here's already asked for a few days inside. I dunno if he's okay with sharing." the big green drake reached down, giving his sac a pat as it slowly filled out.

Henry watched as the jade fellow's member continued working its meal in, reaching past the feline's knees. It was quite a sight to walk in on. One that Henry wasn't ashamed to admit he enjoyed seeing. And the growing tent in his shorts told everyone who could see it just how much he was enjoying it.

"I don't... mind!" Jessie shouted out, his voice muffled and halting as he strained against the 'chewing' of the dragon's scrotum, "The more... the merrier! Send him... in!"

Aron snickered and spread his legs a little, widening his stance.

"You heard the cat. If you want in, better grab hold." the dragon smirked.

Henry's face lit up and he dragged his pants off as quick as his own arousal would let him. Just as he was about to lose his chance, the stallion grabbed hold of the feline's paws and held fast. The greedy member 'gulped' again and tugged Henry's hands in. With so much of the tiger already sunk out of sight, his progress down into Aron's scrotum quickened. And that dragged the horse in along with him. The dragon shuddered and gasped. One of his hands clutched at his belly, the other reached out to steady himself against the lockers behind Blake.

The lewd, slurping noise filled the locker room as the little stallion was pulled into the hungry shaft. It gobbled him up just as quickly and easily as it had in times past. Jessie landed in the spunk-filled chamber, then reached up to grab Henry, pulling on him. Aron tilted his head back and groaned as he felt the horse's legs pass through him. When the last of the russet fellow was consumed, the dragon roared and launched a sizable splatter of sticky white across the floor. His scrotum bulged heavily and distended far enough to reach past his knees. It was slightly bigger now than when he had Blake inside him.

He still had not quite gotten used to carrying two, especially when they ended up as amorous as they usually did, but he was perfectly fine with not acclimating. It left him weak in the knees and he loved it.

"Damn, I love watching you do that." Blake grinned, helping his lover by slipping the ring over that grand, gluttonous member and cinching it tight.

They were in for the duration, however long Henry was planning on sticking around at least. Aron huffed as he calmed down, even while his sac began to churn away heavy and hard against its occupants. They were going to get a decent workout.

"Thanks honey. It's a little hard to get that on by myself once I'm 'loaded up'." the dragon sighed.

"I probably should look into getting one of those myself. I can use a strap, but it tends to come loose over time." the gryphon gave his boyfriend's engorged swells a firm pat.

"Yeah, it really does help quite a bit, not needing to worry about accidentally spilling someone out," Aron stood himself up, took a deep breath, then turned to head back to his locker, then froze, "Huh, that's interesting."

"What's up?" Blake frowned a little.

Aron turned around and walked back towards the gryphon, passing him. He felt over his tummy as he did so, turned back around, and walked past Blake one more time. Then he turned around again and walked over to the avian, stopping right in front of him.

"Stand up for me, babe." the dragon rumbled softly.

"Okay. Care to let me in on the secret?" the gryphon asked, doing as he was told.

The dragon then gently eased down onto his knees, scooting forward until his belly bumped against his feathered lover's swaying and wriggling scrotum. The rumbling had returned. It was earlier this time. Before, it had taken at least six months. Now he had waited half that long and it was back. He knew what it meant, especially since it was only the strongest while pressed right up against Blake's balls.

"Well honey, I think my gut's picked out the next one it wants." Aron blushed and grinned sheepishly.

The gryphon rolled his eyes and sighed. He put his hands on his hips and gazed down at the green drake.

"You really are insatiable. You can't be happy with just four, you want to stuff another one in there." the bird raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, the belly wants what he belly wants. I can't help it. It's not like I'm making it happen. It's just picked." Aron replied.

"I know, honey. I know. I'm just picking at you. You're thieving tummy keeps taking my clients. Well you'll get Mikey eventually, but not until I'm good and ready to let you have him. Now while you're down there, I wouldn't mind a little service." Blake grinned.

The dragon nodded, leaning in to kiss at the head of the still twitching rod in front of him. The kiss quickly moved to swallowing down the whole of the gryphon's shaft. Aron squeezed firmly at the base, careful not to press too hard, but also working to make sure Mikey didn't come shooting out. He would never admit to sharing the same fascination as Blake, imagining 'accidentally' swallowing someone down when they were being 'unloaded'. They would get into serious trouble if they tried. After all, how would either of them get someone out after that?

With all the stimulation radiating up through Blake from his crotch, he didn't bother holding back. He reached forward and gripped Aron's horns, humping forward into his muzzle. A very avian screech filled the room as he spilled a hearty load down his boyfriend's throat. Mikey was tossed about, the musky chamber wanting to shove him back out but couldn't. Aron had done a fine job of keeping him trapped, even able to feel the fox's head press against his thumb where he held the gryphon only mostly 'shut'.

The dragon gulped down all he had been given and licked his lover clean before slowly standing back up. Blake leaned up to give Aron a firm kiss, tasting his own release on the drake's breath. The two dressed. The gryphon tightening a strap around the base of his length to ensure the fox bouncing around against his thighs would stay put. They both slipped into a pair of shorts each, garments meant to compress their generous swells and keep them fairly well contained. It wouldn't do to have them flopping about while they went for their usual run.

It wouldn't do anything about the sticky trail they would end up leaving behind. The gym had mops for that.

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The gym was always invigorating for Aron these days. He worked up a sweat, showered himself off, then changed out of his gym clothes. His uniform for the garage had changed. Instead of being typical overalls designed to fit over his enormous gut, he had been told to just leave it open in the front and Stacy would have them tailored to fit his height and bulk elsewhere. It was a lot less expensive than simply having new overalls made every few months. The big green drake arrived at the garage and walked in, aiming to head directly to one of the service bays and get straight to work. The rabbit that owned the place had other ideas in mind.

"Aron! Not so fast! Office, got something to discuss with you." Stacy called out just as he had reached out to use the push bar on the door to the work area.

"Okay boss." he called back.

Something to discuss, she said. That was always code for what she enjoyed doing with just about everyone who worked for her, at least the ones who were interested. Aron squeezed his way into the office, wondering just how much longer he would be able to fit in that smallish room. He closed the door behind him and stood quietly. He would have taken a seat but Stacy's chairs didn't fit him anymore.

"How was the gym today?" the rabbit asked.

"It was good. Good workout. Feelin' pumped." the dragon answered.

"And I suspect you're 'training someone' as usual?" Stacy said with a sultry quality to her voice, slowly working her way around her desk towards him.

"Two someones actually." he offered a smile.

She was already making her move, going about it slower than usual. Apparently she was interested in taking her time today, which was all well and good. Either way, she was going to end up round of middle just like always. The hare reached up with both paws and began running them over the drake's exposed tummy, appreciating the dome and the four it contained. That was one thing she liked about him leaving his overalls open. It left him uncovered for her to appreciate.

"Oh? Two huh? That's a bit unusual. Who've you go in there?" she pressed forward and gave the dragon's stomach a kiss.

The dome moved and deformed slightly as those within change positions. They could hear the rabbit's voice and knew what was coming. They opted to change postures to make it a little less awkward for the green fellow housing them. Aron huffed and shivered, relishing his kids getting ready for him to have his fun with the 'big' boss lady.

"Well, Henry's in there at the moment. I've told you about him before. Short horse guy, Gabe's little brother. He's really makin' progress, coming along with his workouts. And the other one's sort of a newcomer. His name's Jessie." Aron said.

"Newbie, huh? Tell me about this Jessie." the rabbit cooed, dropping down onto her knees under that huge gut.

She shifted her paws from the moving tummy to the churning bulge between the two meaty thighs before her. It made the dragon groan quite happily as he spread his legs.

"Jessie's a tiger, comes from a rich family. He's got a lotta free time. I think he's still trying to decide what he wants to do with his life. Smart kid, knows a fair bit about business. I was thinking about introducing the two of you. You sound like you could use some help in the office." Aron huffed, moving to sit carefully on the edge of the rabbit's desk.

He knew he was heavy enough that he could break it if he wasn't careful. Stacy meanwhile was working him out of his clothing, but only the portion of him she was interested in. When his scrotum was exposed and his length freed to mash up against his tummy, she pressed in firmly against the exceptionally warm, writhing swells. It was bigger than she was used to seeing, and that pleased her. Her fingers worked over his tender flesh, hoping she might be able to get away with her little trick this time.

Aron was breathing slow and deep, already powerfully stimulated. It had to be because of the fact that he was hauling two between his legs rather than the usual one. Maybe he would be too distracted to notice.

"Yeah? Maybe I should just dive in there with these two boys, get to know them both," Stacy said with a smirk, "I'll bet you'd love to try dragging three around in there."

"Ooo, no. I... I don't think I'd be able to walk. I'm already having a hard enough time as it is with two. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to handle both of them. I know I wouldn't be able to handle you as well." Aron groaned.

"Maybe when we're closed for a holiday then. I wouldn't mind sharing the space with Blake. I hear he gets to monopolize your balls on the weekends." the rabbit bit her lower lip as she carefully, slowly, quietly un-cinched the ring squeezing around the dragon's shaft.

Aron twitched and huffed, trying to keep himself focused and composed. He hadn't noticed what the rabbit was doing other than getting him worked up for their near daily fun. Slowly, Stacy tugged the warm metal adornment up and over the dragon's aching member. With no small amount of satisfaction, she freed him from his confining contraption and began lavishing the proud rod with affection.

"M-m-maybe. I'll... run the idea... by Blake." the dragon said, already a little out of breath.

"On the floor big guy. I don't want you crushing my desk when you start getting rough." Stacy peeked out from under the drake's belly, giving his bloated sac a gentle slap.

It made Aron twitch and he did as he was told. The big green fellow pulled himself up onto his paws again, then slowly eased his bulky self down to the floor. Given his lap was completely occupied by his huge stomach, he rocked backwards slowly until he was laying flat on his back. There was only slightly more room for him to lay down like that than there was for him to stand. Either Stacy was going to need to redecorate, or she might have to start riding him out in public soon. His hands roamed over the expansive swell, feeling everyone inside move around to accommodate the new orientation. Stacy wasted no time whatsoever in getting herself into position.

She didn't bother undressing. She hadn't bothered to wear anything under her skirt and blouse. The rabbit turned around to show the dragon her back and stood, straddling his hips. Rather unceremoniously, she dropped down onto the drake's towering rod. She gasped happily as it began forcing its way into her. She cooed and twisted about, trying to force him deeper, and deeper he sank. Just like always, she stretched well beyond what one might have thought her capable of. Her trim middle bulged and stretched, showing a very phallus-shaped swell. Her clothing would be put to the test, working to hold it all in.

Aron reached down past his stomach to take hold of Stacy's hips and pushed her downward oh so gently. The farther down she slid over him, the louder she yowled, and the more happily she did so. When she felt her rump land in his lap, she grit her teeth, running her paws over the hard, impressive intruder stretching her abdomen. She was rapidly considering the dragon to be her favorite employee if only because he could fill her out so easily. Her legs began to work, lifting her up off the green-scaled creature under her. She brought her eyes down to look at the ring she had left sitting on the floor. She was going to get away with it.

The two pumped against one another, the hare working her legs to rise and fall, the dragon holding and guiding her so she would have an easier time on top of him. He even flexed his legs and arched his back to ram his way back up into her each time she dropped down on him. Noises and gasps of passion filled the small office as they carried on with their commotion, leaking and drooling their moisture across or within one another. A stout tingle spread across Aron's sac, then over his thighs and the lower swell of his tummy. He couldn't already be that close. Blake had helped him deal with his needs before leaving the gym.

Then again, he was carrying two, and they had been pretty active. It no doubt contributed to him needing attention much more quickly, and being pushed to the edge so much more readily.

That worked out just fine for Stacy. She had some idea of what was to come, hearing how Aron described the manner in which the four in his belly ended up there. She had wanted to try it herself when she first heard the story. Hopefully the big boy wouldn't mind her stealing one of his little friends. And really it wasn't so much stealing as it was borrowing without permission. She was a little too eager herself, thinking about what was to come, how it would feel. She ached for it, moaning and rocking back to lean against that heavy gut that had somehow turned the small, slim, little green dragon she had originally hired into the hulking beast, the mountain of muscle she was riding now.

Friction and heat drove the two delightfully mad. And frustrated them both. They each wanted to find their way to the end faster, not wanting to go as slow as Stacy had seemed to want to just moments before. Being in the thick of the moment tended to have that effect, to shift one's priorities and desires. Neither had to wait terribly long. As Aron rocked himself up into the bunny bouncing away atop him, he felt the pressure build. His mouth opened and hung agape as he found his breath stolen away, but only for a precious few moments. He could feel the steady pulsing beginning to claim his mast, prompting him to sink just as deep into the lady as he could muster.

Aron jerked down on the rabbit's hips, shoving her hard onto his member without mercy. A roar filled the room as did a lapine shriek. Stacy's petals quivered and squeezed, soaking the big green fellow's lap. A heavy splash of creamy white flowed into her belly, just as she had always experienced, giving her tummy reason to surge outward. But then something new happened. The dragon's shaft deformed, stretching out into an odd shape. She could feel the series of curious lumps as they flowed up through Aron's rod. This was it! She was getting what she desired!

With a pop, the head of one of the dragon's two occupants emerged from him, then a pair of shoulders followed. The pressure of seed behind the poor creature forced him out further, and with great speed. It felt like a shotgun blast to the stomach as Stacy was forced larger so very suddenly. She could feel something far more solid than a small lake of dragon spunk filling out her womb. Their voices bounced off the walls and seeped out into the waiting room, turning a few heads, holding at such a volume for a few moments.

And when the moment finally passed, the two fell exhausted, one sprawling across the floor, the other leaning back against the giant stomach behind her. Stacy had done it! She had managed to smuggle away one of the dragon's trainees! She had been trying ever since it first came up. Now, she had one of her own inside her. And whichever one it was, he was squirming rather strongly. She huffed happily, exploring her grand, gravid stomach, watching as it kicked and turned about.

"Ooo, that was the best session yet. Thanks sweetie." the bunny said with a tired giggle.

"Y-yeah... that... that was... incredible. I... I dunno... what was so... different." Aron huffed.

"I can think of something. But you'd probably better get out there and get to work. Lemme clean you up." Stacy wanted to see just how long she could go before being found out.

The dragon nodded and just laid on his back as she slowly lifted off him. He felt quite good, energized yet tired. The rabbit withdrew from him entirely and quickly took hold of the ring meant to keep what just happened from happening. She rubbed it briskly in her paws to warm it up, then slipped it back over the still rigid, though terribly slick rod. When she cinched it tight, Aron jerked softly.

"Ow, easy there, boss. It's already as tight as it should go." he grunted.

"Oh, sorry, hope I didn't hurt you. It looked a little loose." the rabbit fibbed.

"Well, thanks for your concern." Aron hauled himself up as soon as the bunny was out of the way.

As amusing as it might be to see in the papers, he didn't want to accidentally squish her under his stomach. With some difficulty, the dragon climbed to his paws again, adjusted everything to get back 'into uniform' and sighed. Something felt different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but then everything was still a little tingly. He decided it was probably nothing, bent over, gave Stacy a perfectly lovely little kiss on the nose, then stood up and took his leave.

"Probably gonna be a slow day today," the hare said, "Send one of the boys to come see me if they're just standing around with nothing to do. I'll give them something to keep them busy."

Aron chuckled and nodded as he squeezed his way back out the office door, headed for the garage. Stacy watched him go, running her paws over her vast tummy. It squirmed under her fur, making her tremble. She was in danger of having her legs fall out from under her. More unsteadily than she had been in quite some time, the rabbit stumbled and waddled her way to her chair, plopping down in it with a heavy sigh.

She congratulated herself for a successful theft and gave her bloated, pregnant tummy a pat.

"Mmm, sorry to steal you away like that. I couldn't help myself. Now, who do I have the pleasure of play mommy to for the time being?" Stacy asked as she looked down at her bloated stomach.

"My name's Jessie. Who are you?" the tiger replied, muffled by the layers of rabbit concealing him from the world.

"Stacy. I'm Aron's boss. He's been coming in here with someone swinging around between his legs for months, and I've been trying to get him to squirt one of you into me, just so I can get a taste of what he gets to enjoy full time. He says you usually have a lot of free time. I hope you don't mind but, I think I'm going to be keeping you right where you are for a while. This is just too fantastic to give up right away." the rabbit said.

"Well, I had hoped to get something out of the training, but I guess a day or two wouldn't hurt. Nice to meet you, Stacy." the feline replied.

"Nice to meet you too. Now don't you dare stop wiggling in there. God I feel like I'm gonna need to scream again already. I wish I could have pulled this off sooner!" Stacy moaned.

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The rest of the day was busy. Aron tried his best to keep up with demand at the garage. Stacy certainly didn't help. She had pulled him back into her office twice more, but not until after he had discovered what she had done. He knew something didn't feel quite right when the lower half of his overalls didn't feel quite as tight. He wasn't entirely happy with her on that point, but since Jessie wasn't making a fuss, he couldn't find any real reason to complain. At least it let him focus more easily on his work. Which was only partially to do with the cars in for maintenance or repair. Stacy was a rabbit after all, and an insatiable one at that.

When the day finally came to an end, the big green drake dragged himself in through the door, then slowly made his way to the couch where he collapsed. He didn't even have the strength of will to hit the shower first. He just lounged there, one hand on his grand, slowly wobbling tummy, the other pushing down under the weighty gut to fondle his still wriggling scrotum. It felt good just to relax for the moment.

"Everyone doing okay?" Aron asked, gazing down at his stomach.

A series of hand prints pressed out, making themselves visible through his thick hide. He rumbled fondly and rubbed over the impressions. They were doing just fine it seemed. Why they had not opted to speak was a little curious. Maybe they were sleepy. They had been pretty active all day. Henry wasn't able to respond by way of anything more than a groan or a gasp. That was all Aron expected out of him given his current state. He did however notice his belly was starting to rumble, that familiar 'hunger' that came from being near the next person it had selected to claim.

"And how about you? You don't usually just drop right there on the couch." Blake said from where he stood in a nearby doorway, grinning at the drake.

The gryphon was completely naked, seeing not reason to be dressed when at home. His sac was just as heavy, active, and stretched as it had been at the gym. Mikey was still in there, getting tossed and turned about. And clearly the avian was enjoying it. The dragon had picked up his scent the minute he walked in the house, which was likely why his tummy was doing what it was doing. The scent of the gryphon's presence had gotten stronger the closer he got.

"Long day. We had a lot more work come in than usual. Apparently there was some sort of recall and a bunch of folks decided we could handle it. It was a simple enough repair, but we made sure they would go to a dealership to make it clear to them that the work had been done. People thinking the dealerships are scamming them." the dragon tipped his head back, letting it hang loose against the top of the couch's back.

"Yeesh, sounds rough. Anything I can do to help relax you?" the gryphon crossed the short distance between the two of them and plopped down on the sofa.

He pressed in close against his scaled lover and ran a palm over the big, smooth dome housing the dragon's litter. He had come to enjoy fawning over that belly, mainly because Aron seemed to enjoy it so very much. And how could he not do what made his boyfriend smile and purr?

"Don't think so. I'm doin' pretty good keeping from getting too worked up. A good snuggle's always welcome. Though you might want to wait until I've showered. I'm pretty dirty from the shop. Don't wanna get grease on those pretty feathers." the gravid fellow grinned.

"I'll take my chances. Say, I noticed you're not quite as occupied downstairs. Did you let Jessie out already? I thought he was interested in sticking around longer than that." Blake said as he reached down to grope at the fat, gurgling, sloshing bulge between his dragon's legs.

"Ngh, yeah, about that," Aron grunted and inhaled sharply as soon as his scrotum was fondled, "Stacy managed to sneak my ring off and stole Jessie. Not sure how long she plans on keeping him, but I'm going to need to be more careful around her. She's stolen someone once. She'll probably try again. She tried to take Henry later but I wasn't about to let her. So maybe I need to get something that locks and doesn't come off unless you've got a key or something."

"Heh, then maybe I should keep that key, not let you let anyone out until I decide you should." the gryphon leaned in and gave Aron a tender little peck on the cheek, happy to tease him.

"You, the guy who keeps complaining that I keep stealing his clients. You wanna lock people up in my nuts and make it so I can't let them out until you say?" the dragon raised an eyebrow.

"I know, I know. You may just decide to lock me in and not let me out. I can think of plenty of worse fates," Blake trilled, turning his drake to face him and give him a kiss properly, "Now you said Stacy stole Jessie from you. What, did she slip your ring off and just ride you until you shot him into her?"

"That's pretty much the size of it. I didn't even know it had happened until about an hour later when I didn't feel nearly as pent up as I do with two people in there. That bunny's got some funny ideas about what's considered appropriate when it comes to being possessive." Aron closed his eyes and rocked his hips towards the gryphon's palm, enjoying the groping of his stuffed sac.

"You, the guy who's stolen four people and sealed them up in your gut, never ever letting them out, has an issue with how possessive your boss has gotten? Are you kidding me?" the avian dipped his beak down and gazed hard at his jade lover.

"I know, I know. But at least I ask first. Or make sure whoever goes in know what they're getting themselves into." Aron said indignantly with a frown.

"It's funny you mention that. Because hearing about how Stacy got you to cum Jessie into her, I'm tempted to just bend you over and stick Mikey directly into you. Now that I know it's possible," Blake turned onto his side and draped one of his thighs across one of Aron's, pressing his groin tight against his dragon's side so he could feel the writhing fox trapped in the squirming bulge, "I think it's pretty hot, and your stomach has been talking since you walked in, I'll bet."

The green fellow's middle had indeed been making noise, to the point where the muscle-bound bird could feel it. It was akin to a very faint phone vibration. It amused Blake terribly, now that he was less angry about the whole prospect.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Mikey hasn't had the whole thing explained to him. And he hasn't had a chance to do anything about tying up loose ends or making preparations." Aron shifted to try and pry the bird off him.

He was getting concerned that Blake might actually try what he was suggesting. And his concern wasn't without reason, given the fact that the gryphon was already quite rigid and drooling against his hip.

"Oh come on big guy. Haven't you ever just wanted to be a -real- dragon? Just snatch someone up because you want them? Whether they want it or not? Whether they're ready or not? Be a real predator!" the feathered fellow let a grin spread across his beak, and even ran his tongue along the edge of it.

"Blake, honey, no. I can't. I'm not a jerk like in those pornos you've been watching." Aron replied.

"Too bad. I wanna do it, and your belly wants Mikey, so it's gonna get what it wants," the gryphon lowered his head and nuzzled along the side of the huge, green dome, "You better make some room in there kiddos. You've got a new brother getting ready to move in."

And make room they did. All four of Aron's passengers shuffled about, stretching the jade fellow's gut and making him groan. Henry's constant motion wasn't helping. Before he could protest, the dragon found himself being moved about, turned to lean over the edge of the couch. His huge gut made that tricky, but Blake had been finding his new strength quite useful, hiking the big green fellow's lower half up onto the sofa so that he was on his knees. Just as Aron was about to find his voice again to tell his boyfriend to stop, he felt the familiar sensation of warmth grinding against his rump, the avian's plump, rigid, and ready to use shaft pressed against the cleft between his cheeks. Blake was only pressing against him, not aiming to enter. Not yet. But that grand intruder did feel quite good against him.

He was finding his tune quickly changing. The idea did have a certain appeal to it. And he would indeed feel bad for it later, but in the moment, oh it was too delicious not to think about. He could only imagine what Stacy had been through with him, and here Blake was offering to let him find out. And there was one very key difference between the two situations. Mikey belonged inside him. Jessie didn't belong in Stacy. She would let him out at some point. Aron wouldn't be letting Mikey out, ever. Why wait? Why keep his belly angry at him for not giving it what it wanted? Such thoughts would not be entertained usually, but then he didn't spend a great deal of time thinking about such things while his boyfriend's member was grinding against his rump.

"Ugh, fine! Do it! I can't stand it! Just put him in!" Aron shouted.

"That's my boy. Be a big, greedy dragon. Listen to that hungry belly of yours." Blake chuckled.

The gryphon withdrew a short distance, then fumbled with something. It was the strap wrapped tightly around the base of his length, removing it so he could do what Aron had done to Stacy. And since there wasn't any hurry like there had been at work, he could go nice and slow, giving his lover the thorough stretching he deserved. It was only polite, given that Aron had been wanting, needing satisfaction all day long.

It began slow. The avian's broad, rounded head brushed softly across the waiting folds, already moist and aching to be parted by another. Aron shuddered as soon as contact was made, trying to keep from just rocking himself back against the big gryphon behind him. There was only so much restraint he had, and he intended to use it until he couldn't anymore, which was fast approaching. Blake trilled happily and took hold of his jade partner's hips, gripping them firmly so he could guide himself in. A slow pressure was added, and a gentle wiggle of the feathered and furred creature began the process of wedging his length into petals.

A hiss escaped the dragon as he felt himself opened by the strong creature behind him. Just that much was enough to send his mind reeling. He really had been needing a good servicing, and not like the cars at work. Slowly, more of the avian's length disappeared into him, finding a firm grip within. The drake's passage squeezed tightly around his boyfriend as he sank deeper. Oh it was going so slowly. Too slowly. Aron didn't want to wait. He wanted more. Now. He growled quietly and coiled his tail around Blake's hips, then tightened it. The quick jerk forced the avian forward, slamming his hips against the jade figure in front of him.

It was a surprise for the gryphon, but certainly a welcome one. He laughed and gave Aron's rump a firm pat once he was securely hilted in the heated depths that were set to devour whatever they were provided. He knew it would only take a little encouragement to bring out his animal side.

"Now that's what a dragon would do!" Blake laughed, then shifted his hips from side to side.

"Shut up and fuck me raw!" Aron groaned.

He wasn't used to saying such things, but he had been ignoring his needs for far too long. Sure, there had been the session this morning in the shower, but that had been too quick. He wanted to really get used this time, rough if necessary. Blake knew what his dragon needed, and decided it wouldn't be too much trouble to make sure he got what he wanted. The first withdrawal left the jade mountain with reason to whimper, but he bit it back. He didn't want to sound like he was whining or begging. He wanted to make sure he came off as the strong, beastly thing Blake kept trying to make him act like.

A hard slam home stole Aron's breath away. There was an audible squelch between the two as the gryphon jammed himself forward. He held there for a moment, enjoying feeling the impressively vice-like grasp of his boyfriend. He had clearly taken too long when he heard the very insistent growl rise up in Aron's throat.

"Alright, alright. You want raw, then raw you'll get." Blake leaned forward to whisper into his boyfriend's ear.

The rough, rapid pace that followed shook the dragon on his hands and knees, making him grunt and snarl quietly. There wasn't much he could do other than rock back against his feathered companion. He did squeeze his tail to make sure Blake was giving him as hard a pound as he could each time he rocked forward. His belly shifted under him, prompting him to press a palm against the dome, feeling over the four that would soon be five. There was some commotion in there, and the noises that the gryphon had begun making during his brisk thrusts suggested an answer. They were taking turns trying to entice him to come to the end faster than usual.

Aron wasn't having that. He growled low in his throat again and clenched, not his tunnel around Blake, but flexing his abdomen. The finely toned definition of his abdominals had been visible though only faintly whenever his stomach was exposed. But now, the strong lines made themselves quite known. The heavy, thick layer of muscle contracted, squeezing his core and all it contained. His four 'children' found themselves with less room to work with, and thus couldn't make the efforts necessary to tease Blake to climax faster. That pleased the dragon, knowing he would get a longer session. So he kept his core flexed, trying to make sure they couldn't play any sort of mischief while he was seeking release.

The act did not go unnoticed by the gryphon. He was impressed with the display of control, reaching down to stroke along the side of the slightly smaller dome, now feeling rock hard. He could still feel motion under those scales, but Aron wasn't letting his boys and girls have near the free reign they had been enjoying. It was only until he had gotten what he wanted.

The rutting continued, prompting the dragon to growl and hiss from time to time. The gryphon made similar noises, gently digging his claws into the thick, jade hide before him. Aron would likely have a few marks there for a couple of days, but then that was something he could show off, point out to others as what his boyfriend did to him. It was prompting another thought that was perhaps a little too distracting, so Aron cast it aside for the moment. He would bring it up later.

Two very large, bloated, wriggling masculine swells swung back and forth, slapping against one another each time the gryphon and dragon pushed into one another. Their occupants didn't seem to mind the collisions, still wriggling and writhing away like mad. Already Aron was near a very sticky burst, but was satisfied knowing that Henry wasn't about to escape. He had made sure to check the ring at the base of his rod frequently after learning of Stacy's little theft.

Blake meanwhile was all too eager to see his passenger delivered where he belonged. It would make the dragon bigger, both of gut and the rest of him, just as it always did. Any further attempts to claim someone in the future might well be done this way if the gryphon liked it well enough. And since he was permitted the chance to take just as long as he wanted, he could tease the dragon as much as he liked. Of course, with a very rambunctious vulpine trapped between his legs, he questioned just how long he might last.

The effort was valiant. The two amorous boys--working to practically shatter one's pelvis or the other--put on a display of stamina that was rather impressive. It was no small feat to last longer than Aron had with Stacy, and he had doubled that time by now. The tender, friction-induced discomfort he had asked for was beginning to set in, leaving him desperate to get the rest of the way there before either one was worn out. Moisture coated both pairs of thighs, leaving them with more work to do to really ruin the drake.

But when at last, Blake could hold out no longer, he grimaced, bucked his hips forward with all his might, and threw his head back in a shriek of climax. The fox he had been carrying between his thighs was suddenly forced up out of his sac and into his length. The long, smooth organ deformed. An irregular bulge stretched out through the pink flesh, stretching Aron further than he was accustomed to. For the gryphon, it felt akin to simply letting a trainee out, but with the added satisfaction of being buried in his dragon. A roar filled the house as Aron was forced to take his fifth passenger, feeling Mikey pass through him a great deal faster than the others before him. A gush of clear, sweet-smelling honey splashed around the avian's rod as the passenger was added, along with a hearty blast of seed.

The dragon's stomach was forced to relax, the visible tone fading as the muscles that had remained clenched were forced to permit a new stretch. Aron's middle swelled visibly, far more than if it had been Blake's contribution alone. The squirming from his kids renewed with intense passion. They had a newcomer to welcome, and they were doing so amidst a heavy bath of their 'other daddy's spunk.

It had been a success. And a rather messy one. The couch was going to need cleaning. Again. There was a very generous painting of white soaking into it, dripping down between the cushions, and over the edge to the floor. They really needed to invest in some sort of waterproof covering.

"Oh god... it... it actually happened." Aron groaned through his wheezing for breath.

"Yeah it did," Blake grinned, still squeezing the drake's rump, "My handsome dragon finally got the balls up to be as greedy as his belly. I'm proud'a you."

"Th-thanks honey... but... poor Mikey. He didn't... even get a chance... to choose." the green lizard looked down at his stomach, able to visibly see the difference in size.

It felt marvelous, finally taking another, and to do it in such a naughty way. But he felt terrible for having let his perverse mind drive him, rather than do what he had resolved to each time his gut picked someone new. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed, trying to take solace in the fact that the fox's new brothers and sisters would take care of him in all the ways that he wouldn't be able to, being the one carrying them all. As he slowly began to sink into a spiral of unhappiness, he felt the gryphon pull him up onto his knees and hold him upright, clinging to him from behind.

"Honey, there's something I need to tell you." Blake cooed gently to the disturbed and swollen dragon.

"What? That I'm a bad person for just taking what I wanted?" Aron whimpered.

"We talked before you got home. He had asked about that whole business where you shoved your gut against my sac. He wanted to know what we were talking about. So I told him. I told him everything." the gryphon said.

"So... he knew about this? I mean... the whole going in and not coming out?" the dragon's eyes opened wide, suddenly thinking that might have been worse.

To know and to still have no say, to not be able to escape the fate that some greedy drake's womb had decided for him. Oh it made it sound even worse to the poor, bloated fellow.

"He knew, yeah. And he was down with it. I had teased him with the idea of just shooting him into you like I just did and he squirmed real hard at the idea. I had planned on waiting, run the idea past you first to see if you were okay with something like that, but then you told me about Stacy stealing Jessie from you, and well... I decided that was that." Blake explained.

"Wait... he... he wanted this?" Aron turned his head, looking over his shoulder at the feathered one behind him.

"Yup. He sure did," Blake groped at the bigger gut, marveling at it before feeling the rather stout movement inside and even hearing the familiar sound of various moans of pleasure muffled by the dragon's tummy, "He likes it. Hey, Mikey!"

The call of the fox's name prompted his face to suddenly be pressed out against one of the dragon's palms cupping at the writhing dome.

"Y-yeah, I like it! Glad to be home!" the vulpine managed to shout out before being dragged back into the middle of the well populated dragon womb.

A powerful shudder ran up the green fellow's spine as he realized that he wasn't just getting a new adoptee, but one who actually wished to be there. It was far too lovely a thought to him to see his waistline grow because someone new wanted to join, not necessarily because he had just wished it for himself.

"I... I guess... I'm eating... for six now." Aron huffed.

"That's right, big guy. And I gotta say, I absolutely loved 'injecting' him into you like that. I might have to do that again. Maybe I'll squirt someone down your throat. You can cough someone up if you swallow them, right?" Blake grinned as he teased the overwhelmed dragon.

"How about... we not? I... I don't know... if I can pull that off." Aron leaned back into his lover's embrace.

"Well, did you at least enjoy me firing him off in there?" the gryphon smiled, nuzzling softly into the drake's neck.

"Y-yeah... I did. A lot." the green fellow confessed.

"Good. Now why don't you get comfy? I think I've given you a hard enough ride to keep you satisfied until morning. And if not, well, I'm sure Gabe would be happy to take care of you when you get to the gym tomorrow." Blake smirked, already scheming for his next bit of fun.

The gryphon dragged himself from the dragon's grasp. Aron clenched around the evacuating length, leaving him feeling empty, even though he had just gained another whole body to carry around. Left speechless, he was moved by the powerful avian, moved to lean back against the couch and sit atop it properly, though slouched. His occupied scrotum sagged down past the edge of the cushion, his member twitching slowly as his abdomen deformed and bulged from the activity of his five passengers. Five passengers. He had five inside of him. He had gotten used to carrying four in his middle. Now he had rather quickly gained another.

"We're... gonna need to... set up rules." Aron panted.

"Rules like what?" Blake asked.

"The next one, not so fast. We give'em-" the dragon shuddered and groaned as his belly stretched hard against his hands, "-a few days. Maybe a week or two. Let them decide. Let them take care of a few things."

"Okay, okay. No more shotgun weddings. Now just lay back and relax. You've had a busy day." the gryphon grinned, lowering himself to disappear behind that huge dome.

"Wh-what are you... doing?" the drake leaned forward to try and peer over his gut.

"You're supposed to have two in here. I'm fixing that." Blake said, beginning to unfasten the ring holding Henry in the confines of the dragon's churning groin.

"No! I... I can't! You're... you're a lot bigger!" Aron complained.

He couldn't fight what was coming. And in truth, he didn't really want to. He was suddenly curious if he could stretch that far, even if it left him too wound up to walk. The familiar sensation of his boyfriend's beak pressing against his length left him shivering. His manhood, clearly having plans of its own, recognized the gesture and yawned open slightly for Blake. The gryphon grinned and began pushing himself in. A noise of lust filled the room as the dragon realized he would be spending the rest of the night by himself. A wet, sticky, slurping sound rose up from the other side of his engorged belly and his member stretched around the avian's head. It gripped him firmly and pulled, taking so very little time in dragging his shoulders in.

In only three months, Aron had gone from never having swallowed anyone like that before, to being such an expert that he didn't even need to use his hands to assist. Blake was banking on that. He wriggled and twisted himself, dragging his fur and plumage about to tickle around within that dark, slick tunnel to entice it further. And it had the desired effect. A strong 'gulp' drew him in right up to the union between chest and stomach. Inside, Henry was writhing about, out of breath, completely coated in dragon seed, and feeling a powerful burn from the buildup of lactic acid in his arms and legs. He was going to have to give up fighting soon, and then the walls would just squeeze in on him and massage his tired form. But that was going to change.

As soon as Aron reached his lover's hips, Blake's head emerged in the dark, world inside the dragon's sac. He sputtered a little and laughed, deeply amused by the fact that he was going to be sharing his favorite spot with the stallion.

"Hey buddy, mind if I join you for a soak?" the gryphon called out.

"B-Blake!?" Henry blurted out in surprise.

"Yup! Hope you don't mind. It's kind of gonna happen no matter what. Once you start, you can't stop. Not until big green wants to let you out. Make a hole, I'm comin' in." the avian said.

Aron clutched at his middle, still tossing and turning about. It always felt that way when someone new joined. He likened it to 'butterflies in the stomach'. Only these butterflies were bigger, heavier, and a lot more amorous. And it felt great. That combined with feeling Blake's hips and thighs pass into his hungry shaft, he was at a point where he could not form words, at least not any that were coherent. The sounds he made continued while he slurped up the gryphon, his sac bulging harder and heavier, dragging his scrotum down to the floor. With one last good gulp from the greedy shaft, and a thorough painting of sticky white across the floor, Blake was tucked in.

The dragon roared and fell limp on the couch. His broad, thick chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. He was dizzy, and the movement coming from both his womb and sac combined to leave him too distracted to think. It took at least twenty minutes before the party in his middle finally calmed down. That alone helped, but his gryphon and horse occupants would need to settle down as well. He could actually feel them engaged in some explicit act. He could even hear Henry's nickers as the lusty avian made his stay just a little more exhausting.

Before Aron dared to say anything, he grunted and fumbled about, looking for the ring he usually kept around the base of his shaft. When he found it, he quickly slipped it back on and cinched it tight, at least as quickly as he could given how difficult it was to manage by touch alone with such a huge belly blocking things. If Blake wanted to be stuck in there, then that was what he was going to get. It felt too good to let either of them out. At least anytime soon.

"There. Your punishment is to stay put until I'm through with you. I hope you don't have any appointments waiting for you tomorrow." Aron shouted past his gut, hoping the two in his sac could hear him.

"I guess you'll have to take them," Blake laughed as he shouted back, "Unless you wanna teach Gabe how to do what we do. I bet he'd love it. Hell, he might even be able to fit -you- in him!"

"No one fits me in them anywhere, unless its the monster you just slid into they're trying to take. Now, try to keep it down in there. I need to shower, and eat. I'm absolutely starving." the dragon said.

He grunted and rocked himself forward, managing to stand himself up. He felt a sudden chill across the back of his thighs and up along his backside. He turned around to see that he had been made to sit in the very sticky puddle he had made on the couch when Blake had sent Mikey into his new home. Aron just rolled his eyes and began waddling his way to the bathroom. He gave his gut a light slap and rubbed it fondly.

"Hey, Shane. Can you do me a favor and find a carpet cleaning service? One that does furniture? See if any of them take emergency calls. The living room is a mess." he said with a deep, low rumble of a purr.

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Stacy strolled up the short sidewalk to the front of the smallish but picturesque little house. She was a mix of emotions at that exact moment, a little angry, a little disappointed, but largely just worried. Aron had not come in to work for several days since she stole the tiger from out of him. The hare stood on the front stoop and tapped her foot impatiently as she rang the doorbell. If the green dragon came to the door to answer her, he had better look like he was suffering the flu or something similarly serious.

She had tried calling him but he had not answered. It wasn't like him to not respond. Even less to not call in to say he wouldn't be able to make it to work. The rabbit just hoped he was okay. He was one of her favorites after all.

"Just a second!" came a voice from inside that was decidedly not Aron's.

That fact simultaneously relieved and further worried the hare. It meant that perhaps Aron did have an actual, reasonable excuse for not showing up. But it meant that he possibly was less than okay. She tried her best not to get too worked up, telling herself that she would have her answers soon enough.

When the door finally opened, instead of the green drake the rabbit had come to check on, there stood a gryphon, about as tall as the dragon, but nowhere near as rotund. He did however sport considerable musculature, a bit of bulk, but mostly just visible definition. It took the lady a good deal of self-discipline to keep from drooling at the sight of him. Especially since he was wearing nothing but a pair of exceptionally tight shorts wrapped around an enormous squirming bulge. It was such an odd thing to find alluring, but she had become rather fond of seeing the dragon so occupied.

"Hello, can I help you?" Blake asked.

"Yes, I'm here to see Aron. Is he in?" the rabbit answered with her own question.

"He is, but I'm afraid he's not exactly able to see guests at the moment. Can I tell him you came by?" the gryphon seemed nervous or uncertain, or perhaps he was distracted by the movement in his pants.

"I'm Stacy, his boss from the garage. I haven't seen him for the last three days, and I haven't heard from him either. I've tried calling his cell but it just goes to voicemail. I came by to see if he was okay." the lady explained.

"Oh! Stacy! Yes, please! Come inside! Aron's been trying to figure out how to get in touch with you!" the avian stepped aside and permitted the hare entry.

Stacy did as she was invited, walking into the smallish house, amazed that someone as big as the feathered fellow greeting her could move about without knocking things over. It must have been even more challenging for Aron.

"So, he's okay? Not dead, sick, or pinned under an immobilizing-ly huge gut?" the tension she had been feeling was mostly gone, and she felt well enough to tease a little.

"Yeah, he's fine. And... well... it's funny you mention that about a huge gut. I'm Aron's roommate, Blake. I can take you back to see him. Just fair warning, he's naked at the moment." the gryphon moved to head deeper in the house, hoping to guide the lady.

She seemed hesitant at first, peering outside, then back at the bird.

"I thought you were his boyfriend, not just his roommate. And please, I've been sneaking him off to my office to ride him since the day I hired him, back when he was still about my height." the hare replied.

"Oh, yeah, we're together. I just usually introduce as his roommate first since there are still some folks out there who get cranky about that sort of thing. I'm glad you're not one of them." Blake smiled.

"If someone has a problem with you share a bed with, then they can just piss up a flagpole. They aren't worth the time of day and you should open with it so you can get them mad. And if you don't mind, just a moment. I didn't come alone." Stacy said.

Aron grunted and huffed in frustration. He had been trapped in his bedroom for three days. It was purely out of luck that he had been able to squeeze his way into the bathroom. Otherwise the whole matter would have been far more intolerable. Getting out of the bedroom to access the rest of the house had been impossible however. He heard Blake's voice and sat up, having opted to lounge on the floor since that had more open space than the bed. And the bed had been removed to give him that space. The dragon sat upright, legs bent and curled around his weighty stomach and generously sized sac.

Getting that much mass moving wasn't the problem. It was squeezing it through the door. He had grown with the addition of Mikey to his litter, and now he couldn't get out of the house. He felt a little like the stories of morbid obesity where they had to demolish the house and remove the person with a forklift. With the direction he was going, he probably could just punch his way out, but that seemed ill advised.

"Aron, someone's here to see you." Blake called out as he approached from down the hall.

The gryphon entered and stepped aside. Behind him followed the rabbit who had kept the green drake employed in spite of his remarkable transformations, or perhaps because of them. She stepped in through the doorway and marveled. The dragon had gotten taller, but not enough to be startling. What was enough of a change to be worthy of note was the fact that his stomach was larger, as was the rest of him. He could give a sumo wrestler a very serious case of the shakes.

"Well! No wonder you haven't come in to work! How long have you been stuck in here!?" Stacy cried out in a mixture of amusement and dismay.

"Since Monday. Sorry I didn't call, boss," Aron blushed powerfully, feeling quite embarrassed given the situation, "I um... I left my phone out in the living room, forgot about it, and it probably ended up dying by the time I woke up like this."

"Okay, sure, I get that. But why didn't your buddy here go get it or let you borrow his or something?" the rabbit frowned, crossing her arms.

"Yeah um, about that," Blake said, trying not to butt in at the wrong moment, "I spent Monday night and pretty much all of Tuesday in him. You know how he likes to train people like I'm doing right now? Yeah, I like letting him train me like that, and I just got too into it."

"It's not all your fault," Aron jumped to his defense, worried Stacy might get mad at him, "I kind of got a little greedy. He wanted me to be 'a real dragon' and just take what I want Monday night. That's how I got my fifth kid. I told Blake about what you did, how you stole Jessie, and he wanted to try it for himself. After that, he dove in with Henry and I didn't want to let him back out. And well... here we are."

"Greedy dragon, huh?" Stacy smirked, "It's a pity you didn't film any of it. I would have loved watching it."

"So you're not mad? You're not gonna fire me?" the dragon's ears perked up hopefully.

"No, I'm not gonna fire you! You're one of my best employees! And you let me steal Jessie without too much of a fuss. I'm gonna wanna do that again. You can count on it." the rabbit grinned.

Aron nodded quietly, just accepting the fact that she was going to have her way with him no matter what. But there was still the matter of getting him out of his bedroom. Not to mention the fact that there was something about her that left him quietly troubled.

"Hey, what happened to Jessie? You're not still carrying him so you had to let him out. Is he okay?" the dragon pointed to the lady's trim waistline.

It was indeed back to its flat shape like it usually was at the beginning of the workday at the garage. The hare snickered and gave her unoccupied, un-swollen belly a pat, almost as if she were proud.

"Oh, I let Jessie out alright. But it's not 'he' anymore." Stacy stepped to the side, turning to reveal the striped feline in question.

Jessie stood in the doorway, having remained quiet while the hare conversed with her employee. It seemed rude to interrupt after all. What had been a slender but strapping young man was now a tiger of a different sort. Chiseled features had been replaced with softer curves, though a fair bit of tone had remained. The feline's hips were wider, the waist narrower, and the chest much more generous. Jessie had spent only a single night in the rabbit's womb, but that along with the supplements the cat and dragon had discussed many times had provided a significant change. Jessie was female now.

Or at least mostly female. She possessed a very noticeable bulge between her thighs wearing a pair of slightly too tight shorts to show off her new curves. That had likely been Stacy's idea. The shirt too, hugging at her figure to leave very little to the imagination. The tiger didn't seem at all upset or awkward about the change. She seemed quite taken with it in fact.

"Hey big guy! Whatcha think of the new me!?" Jessie waved, then turned about and struck a pose.

She started with something she assumed would have been worthy of a model, then quickly brought it back into a bodybuilder's flex. It was a very fetching look for her in both boys' opinions.

"You look great! I didn't think the pills would do that!" Aron stared in amazement, drinking in the sight of his trainee looking to be in such fine and fit form.

"Your results may vary!" Jessie smirked.

"Yeah, she and I have been getting to know one another pretty well. Apparently her family's business deals with this sort of thing pretty frequently. So I -was- shocked that she -wasn't- shocked when she came out looking like an Amazon." Stacy slipped an arm around the feline's waist, tugging her close.

The tiger turned and quickly gave the rabbit a brief but firm kiss, wrapping her own arm around the lapine's waist to make sure they wouldn't separate unless they both wanted to. It was quite a sight, the pair of them. And it made Aron wonder just how well they had 'gotten to know one another'. He didn't have to wonder long as he spied Stacy's hand slipping lower to grope at the cat's shapely rear.

"Well, I'm glad you two are getting along so well. At least that's been a positive from all of this. I've been kind of... well... stuck, thanks to Blake's horny ass. And mine. And Mikey being too agreeable." the dragon lowered his gaze to his belly.

The large, smooth dome was active, but only faintly. Everyone inside was just coming around, waking up from however long they had been asleep. There wasn't any fantastic way to tell who was awake and who wasn't anymore. It got harder to tell who was where each time someone was added.

"Yeah, stuck. I think we're gonna need to make a change of living arrangements for you two boys," Stacy said, nodding her head in an authoritative manner, "You're both moving in with me."

Both dragon and gryphon blinked and jerked their heads to look at the hare. It had to be a joke. It was so sudden and out of the blue. And she was a rabbit. Surely she lived in a house that would be designed even smaller than Shane's had been.

"We... we are?" Aron asked.

"Yup! No point in living somewhere you can't get in and out of because you're too big. It'll fix this matter of you being a few days late for work." the hare replied.

Aron and Blake turned to look at one another, not quite sure what to think of the offer. It sounded genuine, but there was still the concern of size versus accommodation.

"That's awfully nice of you, Stacy," the gryphon said, "But... well... look at him! He's too big to fit in most houses! Just moving to a new one isn't going to fix the problem!"

"Sure it will. Just how small do you think my house is?" the rabbit frowned and looked to the avian critically.

"Uh... well... I mean... you're a bunny. So-" Blake stumbled across his words a little, worried he might have overstepped in his assumption.

"Honey, I run a very profitable auto shop. And have you seen the size of the boys I have working there? I gotta have a big place for when I bring one of them home. Aron, you could be twelve feet tall and you'd still have plenty of room to stand up straight. And unless you intend on shoving a whole car in there with the kids, you won't have any trouble getting around the place. It was originally designed to be a showroom. All the doors can open wide enough to drive through." Stacy looked back and forth between the two boys.

"It's true. It's probably the perfect place for a growing boy like you, big guy!" Jessie grinned, then winked at the green drake.

"Really? That sounds kind of perfect. I mean, I'm probably going to have to get a demo crew out here to get me out, but that does sound pretty great." Aron said, letting his enthusiasm leak into his voice just a little.

"Then it's settled. You two are moving in with me. And Jessie's already kind of decided to make it a second home since she and I get along so well. And not just in bed." Stacy turned to face the feline, giving her the same brief, firm kiss she had gotten earlier.

"Yeah, Stacy's all curious about what my family does, and hopes maybe we can get some buff ladies working at the garage at some point. I certainly wouldn't mind! And since we'll be living together, I'll be able to get a lot more training in!" Jessie grinned, eyeing Aron as she caught him gazing a little lower on her, "Eyes up here, big guy. I'll let you have a good look all you want later."

The jade fellow blushed powerfully and shook his head to work the stupor out of him. She really was quite a sight to behold, mainly because it was so unexpected. And she had made the change from boy to girl so smoothly it sounded. It made him wonder if perhaps the tiger had been more fluid of gender than originally assumed.

"Well, that'd be fine. You'd be welcome whenever you like. So long as I'm not completely full. With Henry and Blake in there Monday night, I don't think I could have squeezed anyone else in." Aron replied.

"Well now that you're bigger, I'll bet you could fit her in with us too." Blake waggled his eyebrows, clearly keen on trying.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, okay? I still have to get out of here first and foremost." the dragon tried to reign everyone back in and focus them.

"I'll bet you could do just fine taking care of that without me helping out. I think I'd like to finish my session with you right now. I've still got a day or two scheduled." Jessie said, already beginning to peel herself out of her near skintight clothing.

Aron blinked as he watched, unable to look away as luscious curves were unclothed and exposed. Stacy snickered and gently pushed the tiger towards the dragon. She had plans of her own, approaching Blake while the feline made ready to dive in where she had visited just days prior.

"So, Blake. Out of everyone in this room not hiding inside someone else, you're the only one I've not slept with," the hare nodded in a matter of fact fashion, "I think we should fix that. And if you've got a cock-ring or a strap or something, lose it. Whoever's wriggling around in there, I want them wriggling around in me. Shove me in there after or don't. I don't really care, so long as I get my belly."

Stacy grinned, reaching up to rub over the avian's washboard stomach and press against his bulging crotch. Henry had disappeared into him after Aron had let them both out. It made more sense for him to spend time there rather than with the dragon, since Blake could actually leave the house and head to the gym.

Aron meanwhile was unable to do much more than let the tigress have her way. She crouched down in front of the green fellow, obscured by his huge tummy. She leaned in to stroke and lick across the grand spire poking out from under it. She remembered it being smaller. Maybe that would make her consumption that much easier. When she offered the blunt, round head a kiss as she might the big dragon himself, the slit opened easily and accepted her muzzle before she was quite ready.

It wasn't an unwelcome surprise. She giggled and pushed forward, simply rolling along with it. Her head vanished within seconds, making Aron grit his teeth and shiver. He wasn't sure it was such a wise idea doing such a thing before he had managed to secure an exit from the house, but who was he to deny a very insistent tiger? The lewd slurps that came with her progress followed along with the sensation of her ample bust stretching him, then the rest of her very pleasant shape making a hearty bulge along his rod.

Meanwhile, his gaze was drawn to the two just off to the side. Blake had been pushed to the floor, his back pressed against a wall. Stacy had learned a thing or two about putting a big boy off balance. She was straddling him, and his shorts were across the room. His already rigid rod was inside her. She worked fast. And when she wasn't interested in taking her time, she could make a partner work fast too. They were grinding hard, the gryphon's thrusts jostling the lady as she kept him thoroughly planted inside her.

Their voices had caught Aron's attention, but he found it hard to focus on them when he had a very lovely tiger lady entering him down below. He tilted his head back and groaned loud enough to be heard in the living room. His shaft swallowed Jessie up past her hips, then her thighs, making very short work of her. In only a few more tugs, her paws vanished into his rod and his sac distended heavily. It churned about with the return of his trainee, making him shiver and sigh. He had missed having someone rolling around in there. That worried him a little. Was he going to need to find a steady string of people to keep his sac occupied all the time?

Would he be able to? Would he end up finding someone who preferred to simply stay there full time?

A scream broke his concentration as Stacy was struck by orgasm. Her belly surged outward strongly, deforming into an imperfect dome. Hand prints, an elbow, a hoof, and even the side of the horse's face could be seen stretching her belly fur. Blake's own voice had joined her in his usual avian screech as he flooded her belly and unloaded his occupant. She had become hooked. She wouldn't be satisfied unless someone was shooting someone into her from now on. At least that was what Aron had assumed at this point.

"Are you two quite done?" the panting dragon asked.

"Oh god... if this is what we're gonna get hammered with living with you, little miss bunny, I'm all for it." Blake huffed and smile.

"Mmm, good," Stacy grinned, clearly shaken and spent by the act of being 'impregnated' again, "Maybe this one will come out looking like a girl too. If not, well, we can always try again. Now, hand me my purse would you sweetie? I'll call someone to come help get your boyfriend unstuck."