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What Went Wrong - Scene 1 By Bartan Tirix

The massive warehouse remained calmly quiet, aside from the few sounds of distant machinery. Echoing from beneath the slumbering deep blue dragon, resting on his now normal sized belly within a large collection of soft pillows. Slowly waking up because I said so and nobody wants to spend an entire story staring at a lazy wyrm.

...That is until he accidently flashes the camera by lifting his tail a bit, displaying that well endowed single package and tailslit that totally didn't leave me staring at it for like five minutes straight in silence. Leading me off a long trail of lost thoughts and desires while Thea continued to nearly snore... It was more like ten.

But anyway! The blue beast slowly became awake , stretching those wings a bit before rolling on his back- okay. Now you're just asking for it. Geez, I know this series is basically known for its adultery, but pornos are less subtle than this. I really shouldn't be complaining, it is quite the view. A nice plump sack that seemed to be densely packed with seed, a wonderful looking sheath that seemed to glow in the attention of the audience's stares as those blue paws raked the air.

He was dreaming, kinda cute in a sexy way, really. Of what? Well, we'll just have to ask him, but with the slight swelling of that protection, we can half guess of what. Letting that red tip slowly creep out, already starting to leak those bright green juices- and yes. Bright Green. If you don't understand, look into Holiday Part 2. If you Still don't understand, you're on page with everybody else.

However, the show couldn't last forever. Watching the wyrm come out of his relaxing sleep with a loud yawn and another series of stretches, curling his body backwards a bit while shifting those hips. Letting a certain filled bag almost wobble with the movements as those muscles relaxed and those maroon eyes suddenly opened up in shock. Fish! I think he's onto us. Abort! Abort!

The blue one lifted his head and scouted around, almost unable to remember where he was, but swear he was being watched. Yet no signs of eyes, not even that predatory instinct remained, getting those scales to click as a shiver went through him. Now able to relax again within the large makeshift bed, one that actually reminded him of a certain brass titan-

Then everything flooded back to him, instantly getting Thea to whimper in embarrassment before feeling his underside. Recalling nearly filling this entire building up, if not twice, by that certain behemoth. One that didn't seem to be around any longer at least, let alone that bear. The titan couldn't easily hide in such a large space, but that furball likely could.

The blue one got up, attempting to find the proper machinery to bring that portal back out of the floor before anyone got back. He remembered a tablet of sorts, but so far nothing of that degree could be found. Then again, last time he attempted to fiddle with one...

But such a thought made him double take, looking down at his own equipment for a moment to find they remained the same as well. No double set of balls, no multiple testies that could be felt through its thick protection. Just like it was... Before he was dragged here, that is. Taking a single digit and wiping some of his own pre from it and giving it a careful lick. Yep. Pumpkin Spice. That's still normal... '_ Normal. _'

Was it all a dream of some sort? Many of the shelves and large storage containers being pressed up against the walls or damages stated otherwise. But the dragon was very much alive, very much intact. Not really sure how he could reach such sizes to begin with, recalling the phrase Four Large Apartment Buildings through those muffled whimpers. Leaving the present dragon stunned for a few moments before snapping out of it.

Escape reclaimed his priority as he searched around. Even finding the half opened door from afar, so clearly Thea wasn't being held captive. Considering the many items that were covering the floor, likely thrown off the shelves when he shoved them against the walls. Among the list were collars, leashes, straps that he really didn't want to think too much about. As well as... Rings? Too big to be put onto digits, but too small for wrists? Likely able to fit on his tail, but what for?

A mystery to think about again never. For now, all the wyrm wanted to do was leave. Turning towards the door spotted far a ways, he tripped over a large object that got him to stumble and almost fall over. Barely catching himself before growling at the strange tank on the ground, something with a note attached: "Have Fun;3" Thea read out loud, unimpressed and sending those frilled ears flat against his head. "What the hell do you mean Have_ fun _!?"

It was barely a question, really. More like a statement to curse as he snorted and turned towards the door once again. Treading across the room as a small tug in his mind got him to think back, remembering having that large belly filled with air. Playfully squishing it and stimulating his body as he sprayed over himself, getting those present ears to blush bright red as the memory stalled him midstep.

Staring at the opened door, out towards green grass within a sunny day. The warm breeze of freedom lightly passing through the building, but not beckoning him. Instead, nearly turning that blue muzzle back behind where he found the toppled over air tank, making the wyrm whimper a bit as a sudden stroke of excitement could be felt within that pelvis. Wanting that feeling once more, and warning if the dragon left this building, it was possible he would never feel that taut belly again. Those softer scales rounding underneath him, holding such powerful weights as they sang with every small puff of that brass one.

Another loud and long whimper as Thea's sheath swelled, looking back and forth between the door and the device on the floor. Something that looked so welcoming, yet almost playing hard to get. Saying to him silently; If you want to feel that way again, you'll have to do the work. You'll have to come to me and admit such a thing.

It was a siren's call that he had a very hard time to ignore, especially with a certain red tool attempting to influence his desires. Just A Little Taste, it bargained. Just A Sample, If You Don't Like It, The Door Is Always Opened. The door is always opened... Yet, once it's closed, it's closed for good.

What felt like hours for the dragon arguing with himself over such a strange choice ended in favor for pleasure. To feel that pressure inside again, just to see if he really did like it. No influence from other beings, other behemoths. Just Thea, a tank of... Air? Something like that, and his own desires. That first step being one of the hardest ones to take, yet most rewarding as he turned about. Approaching the device lying on the floor while excitement flooded his heart, pumping that energy down towards a certain rod that was still growing. Flushing his muzzle and ears with red in the process as gazed over the red metal shell, iris' wide like a curious little hatchling.

A careful and quick tap at it with a paw, just in case it was going to do something weird. Like burst into a dozen tentacles and... Well, whatever tentacles do. Granted, getting no reaction other than the slight ting of his claws tapping against the steel. Scanning his surroundings once more before lifting the surprisingly heavy object upright, now noticing that it wasn't just a tank, but a built-in pump with it. One that was already plugged into the floor.

Two other longer tubes came from out of the device, taking a paw to follow one to a strange type of remote control, making the dragon curl his neck at the dial on it. Notching from 0-100 along with a big red rectangle. While the other was likely what the air would travel through, making Thea a little nervous, yet excited, as he went through the slack to find the end. Studying the remote in the process until it was felt along his paws, though double taking greatly when the end attachment looked like an inflatable buttplug with a slight opening. Making him petrify at such a sight for several moments until a whimper leaked through him.

A slightly violent headshake from the dragon. It's not like he never took something this small before, but it was still a bit of a strange concept. Almost like he was mounting himself, which of course made him question if that was even possible here. But one thing at a time, taking a deep breath before the blue one dragged the pump over to the pillows and laid down. Taking another look at the hose end and swallowing loudly.

"Am I... Seriously considering this...?" Thea mumbled aloud, letting those maroon discs move towards his lower horn, winking at him to give into such desires. That it will be wonderful, just like before. Another deep breath and that hind leg lifted up, the wyrm curling forwards and prodding the plug's tip behind his pouch. Whimpering at every attempt until he found his own slit and started to press in.

The sudden cool shock got him to stop for a moment and just catch his breath, already sending out a large wave of pleasure through his body and leak out some of those green fluids from that tip. Lightly twisting and wiggling the latex heading into that tight hole made the young one sing unintentionally until it finally slipped inside. Letting Thea rest on his back for a few moments as his body got used to another intruder.

After a bit, the feral one reached over for that controller, studying it for a little bit and carefully starting up the dial from 0 to 2. Almost expecting that machine to turn on, but got nothing more than a relaxing silence. Odds are the numbers meant intensity of such things, and since it was his first time, he better not put it too high. Carefully setting it up to 10 before getting up, sitting on those haunches while resting one paw on the device itself just in case he needed to unplug it from the motor's side. Testing to make sure it could come out, along with the hose that wasn't in his rear. Odds are, considering the shape and material of the thing, Thea wasn't going to get that one out once this started. Having a backup or two, just in case things got bad is the smart thing to do.

But there the wyrm was. Standing beside a pump just waiting for instructions. Hose/plug into his rear, controller in paw, machine plugged in. All that was left to do was to press one single button. Each breath rushing him with excitement as he closed those dark red eyes and took one final inhale before pressing down. Instantly hearing the machine come to life and start pumping air through that hose, thickening up that inflatable plug to knot itself inside the dragon's slit before passing through.

The puffs came in thick jolts as they rushed through his lower belly, instantly getting that resting paw on it as the scales became slightly dense from the inside. Making the blue one whimper loudly with every press into his body until the machine shut off, getting Thea to stare at it for a few moments. "...That was it?" He curled his neck. Rubbing that belly to study it, and there was hardly any change.

Those frilled ears went back as he tapped the machine a couple of times, not getting a response. Letting him grumble loudly before pressing that button again and hear it resume its work, getting that sudden rush as air accumulated into his belly. Now just barely getting it to bulge as that excitement echoed through him, leaking out jolts of green stripes until it once again shut off.

A growl left his blue throat that time. Though at least a little bigger now, hardly enjoyable like before. Perhaps he put the settings on too low? Figures. What would he expect putting it down to 10%? Small little changes, that's what. Not enough to satisfy the dragon, so he started turning the dial higher... 15? 20? Nah. 25. 25 was good, he could surely take double the pressure he was receiving now.

A smug smile painted his muzzle as Thea got a little more comfortable with the operation, starting the pump up once again and getting that rush straight into his rear. Yet, there was no pressure difference, not a drastic one anyway. Whatever, he would figure it out later. For now, ride the euphoria, enjoy the constant puffs from that hose as it started to extend his belly. Push against his free paw and press outwards in front of him, lowering the angle of that red weapon as the flesh nearly glowed with bliss, until-!

The pump stopped, instantly getting Thea to hiss at it. The device lasted longer this time at least, but it was still frustrating. But maybe this was for the better, not wanting to overdo it. Leaving the dragon to study his slightly plump underside and almost frown in disappointment. He could get bigger than this, he's witnessed it personally! And the bigger he gets, the better the feeling, right? Right...?

The worrisome grin of impulsiveness overcame the wyrm, as he once again hit that red button. The machine turning on was like listening to his favorite song playing, as it continued to fill his body. Passing down that hose, through the inflated plug and into his ever-tightening underside as it pushed those blue scales forwards. Letting the dragon sing the words in blissful whines as that tongue started lolling out the side of that muzzle. But it wasn't enough, he wanted to lay on it.

Falling forwards, Thea letting that balloon stomach cushion his landing. Feeling the hollow area bounce and send a thick wave through his entire body, though not completely supporting his weight. Bobbing up and down on it as the scales tightened up more and more, then getting another growl when the machine decided to give up once again. Instantly pressing that button before it had a chance to slow down and resume its work. If it wouldn't quit that, he would set the damn thing to 100.

But the anger was melted away by the constant puffs entering that belly, causing it to grow tighter and tighter underneath the dragon. Thickening up between his hind legs and starting to move into those sides a bit with the constant bouncing, the wyrm just couldn't help himself. Growing closer and closer to that full release of that bloated pouch as the green sprays were launched every few blissful cries. The tautness of his underside feeling like a drum racing him towards that edge-!

Then the damn device shut off again, nearly making the dragon roar before cranking the notch up to 85 and pressing the button hard. Feeling his progress to that wonderful climax slide downhill so far, but it was once again gaining. Just like that tightening belly of his, now groaning with each relentless pump, leaving Thea wondering if he overdid it. But damn did it ever feel amazing! Those scales pressing outwards with every puff, starting to fill out his entire underside as the blue one rested most of his weight onto that enlarging balloon. Unable to make a dent into the walls with both paws, yet more and more air was forced inside it.

The wyrm was so close! But so was his belly, feeling nearly at its limit, begging the blue one to consider just shutting it off and let the climax come naturally. But Thea didn't want to risk it. He knew that his body could take the punishment, that blissful, wonderful punishment. Just hold on. Hold out until he started spraying, past the point of no return! It's right there, any moment now!

The blue scales groaned louder, fighting against every puff. Attempting to force that plug out to get some relief, until a large buildup of pleasure was starting to flood through the dragon's pelvis and lower horn. There it was, the point of no return. His belly begged for him to hit that button, to stop the enforced enlargement of the dragon's capacity. However, the bliss nearly numbed him of proper paw function, overwhelming Thea and all he could do is just hold onto that remote tightly as more air was forced through him. Piling up against a metaphorical wall and getting dangerously close to that bursting point.

That tool shot torrents wildly, releasing far more than he ever could before (naturally). Painting the floors behind him green with every blissful cry of the blue one. Calls that were reaching the same pitch as that lower belly he was resting on, bloating densely under him as Thea started to retain function in his digits. Resting one on that button but not wanting to press it just yet. Just a few more puffs... A few more... A couple more...! His body could take it-!

Those walls crashed down as the air flooded the dragon's chest, causing it to bloat outwards in front of him and force those limbs away from the ground. The scales groaning loudly against the new shape as the pump continued to force feed his tailslit more and more air. Pulse after pulse, causing the dragon to almost bounce upwards with every puff and push him further and further away from the ground. Though so tight, it felt so amazing to the blue one, still stuck at the decision to keep going or to finally stop for safety sake. That claw scraping the red button before the machine stopped.

A huge wave of relief washed over Thea as he enjoyed the rest of his orgasm, almost bouncing on that taut belly to get those last few torrents out before panting heavily and resting for a few moments. Feeling the scales constantly wobble with every deep breath the dragon spent, still tickling his body with pleasure. As much as he wanted to snort at whoever left him that little note, the crazy idea was so worth it.

Carefully, those blue paws stroked the overfilled balloon that was once his chest, still wondering how such a thing could really be done. But it made his spine flutter with a wonderful energy as the pads rubbed against the bloated underside, reflecting the far overhead lights with a small glare. Echoing though his insides and vibrating just enough to tend to that lower horn, still aiming backwards as that lower belly sandwiched in between his relieved pouch and a bit of that tail.

After catching his breath, the dragon placed the remote cord in his maw, letting it hang from his lower fangs so those paws could really enjoy that tight feeling. Still barely able to make a dent until he started bouncing on it a little more. Stretching out those blue scales and letting the wyrm sing loudly through his occupied maw, that tongue still hanging out as he started to twist a little bit before hugging his inflated belly. Bunting the dense scales before hearing the pump turn on again.

The surprising shock of the air entering his rear once more got Thea to yelp loudly, dropping the remote from his muzzle, but barely catching it between his paw and chest. His body tensing up from the increased pressure as the constant barrage of puffs continued, causing the wyrm to panic a bit. "T-the damn thing shut off, didn't it!?" The blue one yelped with a series of whines as his belly began to grow more and more dense. Pressing down into that floor and pushing the dragon higher with every bob.

Those scales filled up what durability was gained very quickly, groaning loudly against the pressure that forced those walls apart. Causing his sides to bloat outwards in curves as his body desperately attempted to hold together. The tightness causing Thea to strain and nearly dig his dull claws into that ballooned underside as it continued to grow larger with every pulse. Spreading his legs further apart as it became more oval shaped under him.

The pressure increased as the machine fought harder to fill the wyrm, ignoring his constant cries of both slight fright and somehow exciting bliss. Every stretch of those scales throwing waves of bliss through his system, nearly stroking the dragon by the ridges as his belly expanded more and more. Those slumped wings and tail attempting to hold it all together, slowly being unable to touch the ground with every relentless pump from that hose.

It was as threatening as it was thrilling, to see his scales start to lose that dense blue color and push out further away from his core. Dragging that remote with the walls as Thea tried to keep a poor grip on it, a digit just too far away from the button, but his claw could reach it. Scraping across the red plastic, yet not getting enough force to operate it. Not before those bloating scales carried it just too far for that dull nail to reach, the only way was some quick dexterity.

But the constant puffs of air was making it harder for his arms to relax. Out of desperation, the dragon tried it anyway: pull the remote towards him then quickly lift his paw enough to get a better grip. But with the constant stretching of his scales made them have a tougher grip, and doing so just made Thea let go of the remote and slap his own belly hard. Expecting a loud burst after such an attack, claws and all, but the thick echo sent a massive wave of pleasure though him instead. Nearly enough for another release.

His lower equipment nearly demanded for him to do it again for the wonderful pleasure, but his body warned him against it. Whining against the constant pumps that were being forced into his slit, a pitch that was matching his own vocals as that underside grew tighter and tighter. Unable to stop such blissful abuse, yet his mind seemed to be tracking something...

78... 79... 80... It was like a mental tick that was going off in sync with the pump until it shut off once again. Relieving the wyrm's body from such a fate once again, though nearly double his previous size, and no way to grab hold of that remote... Remote...! The numbers on there were not a unit of pressure, but numerical pumps per session? And he last left it on...

A very loud whimper of concern as those dark red eyes looked over at the device. Nearly feeling it grin at the dragon deviously, like it was counting down. Giving the blue one a time limit to try escaping and nearly getting Thea to panic. Trying to wiggle free the hose attached to his rear, but that plug knotted him. Then attempting to reach over to the pump itself, but it was in a very bad position; right beside him, outside of those bloated belly curves and far from paw reach.

Perhaps wing? No luck, and tail wasn't an option. What was left? The dragon was running out of time! Maybe he could bounce away? Get the pump far enough away to unplug itself? It was still plugged in on the far side of the room... It was the only option he had for the moment, and a blissful one at that once he started tensing up his weight and dropping it. Starting with small wobbles and slowly getting that tight drum to start moving a bit, but the machine resumed too quickly.

A loud cry of denial was morphed into one of pleasure as each puff started to widen the wyrm quickly. Filling up that bedded area in a few moments while stretching out those sides out greatly, knocking over the device in the process. Hoping that somehow it would shut off, but it continued to fill the blue bubble, planning to turn Thea into a blimp, then...

The sudden burst of pleasure caused him to climax again, spraying into his bloated underside and sending a fanned splash behind him quite a ways. Adding an extra torrent of seed with every few puffs as his body started to overgrow his upper side. That chest bloating up under his jaws, those sides lifting his wings upwards, the lower belly causing his tail to present upwards. Allowing the air to flow inside more freely, pressing down against that deflating pouch and twitching tail.

45... 46... 47... The dragon wasn't going to make it to another 85. His scales already losing their dense blue and turning into a near cyan. Equipped with a buffed shine as they continued to hold together for the sake of survival. Yet a small tug was kinda felt from the hose, barely feeling his lower belly morph around the tank a little bit, like it was holding it down.

Was that it? His possible rescue? If Thea's body could just hold out long enough, become big enough to force that hose to disconnect. Be it from the plug in his rear, or the source, then he could be saved! All he needed to do was endure, enjoy the constant puffs that were now going to be his escape. Rubbing those chest scales a little bit and just adoring their wonderful shape as they continued to inflate. Growing bigger and bigger with every puff, every torrent of air. His underside pressing against that hose with impressive force as the rest steamrolled over any objects in the bloated dragon's path.

The euphoria flowed through the blue one, constantly surpassing his title as the biggest thing within the warehouse. Towering over the shelves and cabinets that fell before that expanding belly, as the green fluids showered behind him. Bunting those sensitive scales as he panted in blissful cries, backup vocals to the constant creaks that were omitting with every pulse. Getting ever so tight, but just a little bit more! One puff at a time, that underside continued to expand further and further-!

Then a sudden give, yet the pumps continued! No longer able to feel the tank underneath Thea's belly, it must've slipped out from under him! Now feeling the weight of it on that plug as it proceeded to expand the wyrm, overfilling that belly as those scaled stretched far passed their limit. The pleasurable whimpers now once again turning to panic as his belly grew tighter and tighter, reaching nearly the size of a mansion.

But he got so much bigger before, how!? The dragon felt like he was going to burst at any moment, at any small puff of air that was entering his tailhole! Cheating death again and again as the odds piled against him. Getting so taut, even after the device shut off once more, leaving Thea as a massive balloon. One still connected to a vengeful hose, hell-bent on causing the wyrm distress for hissing at it earlier. Silently plotting when it would turn back on to finish the job, and leaving the blue blimp to wait...

There was nothing he could do. Every wiggle attempt to get that hose out failed and did nothing. Every bounce just left the dragon surging with an overflow of pleasure, causing him to nearly release with every attempt... But perhaps it was for the best then. Not to give into the machine's mindgame, and literally go out with a bang. Perhaps that brass dragon from earlier could stitch Thea back together once he returned... Only to likely mount the daylights out of the younger one again, but still a better alternative than death.

A few sharp breaths to prepare himself, as the wyrm enjoyed the massive fullness for a bit longer. Pressing into those chest scales with his claws to try their durability, but all he got were wonderful waves. A few more breaths before taking both paws and slamming into that drum, thrashing pleasure through his core and causing the blue one to nearly empty his entire pouch with one steady stream of liquids. Even the pressure from the sprays were causing a little more to release until Thea was spent.

Nearly overdosed with bliss, all the wyrm could do was pant loudly. His tongue hanging out of that muzzle, those paws no longer having the energy to attempt another self-burst, and the sudden shock of the pump starting up again barely got a reaction out of the dragon's expression. This was it, the point of no return. And if it somehow wasn't here, it would be the next one for sure.

The blue blimp gave in, letting every puff enter his slit without any struggle. Expanding that belly greatly as the gales of air that seemed to have slowed down drastically. Each one adding what felt like a cubic meter to his volume as that chest started to tower over his head. His own bloated sides flanking him, that lower belly forcing him to bend backward to make room. Constantly trekking acrossed the many objects and corners along the floor of the warehouse, any one of them could be the cause of the wyrm's sudden give.

But the scales somehow kept at it. Regardless of the groans, regardless of the creaks. Regardless of the constant stretches that flooded his senses and left the blue one drunk. Removing all color from those thinned out walls and leaving nothing but a shiny bubble, one the machine was so fixed on making bigger. Even when that plug-in cord was out of slack, the pump struggled to enlarge the dragon. Force him to grow, to fill the inflated cashew-like blimp with more air! More puffs! Not caring if those scales couldn't hold it all, it desired a fatter dragon! A larger belly! More! More! Until! Thea-!

The six-legged white bear patiently walked across the soft grass, approaching the large doors to the warehouse and flicking those four ears to the constant squeals. Reaching the slightly opened metal barriers, only to hear a loud burst and massive winds slam the door in his face. Causing the metal to warp an imprint of that polar bear muzzle and stop in surprise before prying his face out of the door.

Neverminding the damages and just carefully peeking inside, hearing the constant whines of near pain from the blue dragon laying in the blankets and pillows. Jerking movements as he attempted to get up, but was overall okay. At least until the large furred one teleported towards him quickly to hold onto the wyrm, getting Thea to start whimpering loudly as four sets of paws embraced him. "Shhhh! Shhh, relax buddy. Only here to help." Bartan stated, calming the dragon down before realizing what was wrong.

That blue pouch was completely dry, while his weapon was constantly attempting to release. Getting a soft paw along that bag make him whimper at the sensitive area, but soon get relief as it started to refill and spray out of that tool with very large torrents. Helping the dragon through his constant orgasms as those whimpers turned from painful to blissful, feeling Thea start to turn around and meet the bear halfway before a tight embrace. "Easy, easy... Let it come naturally. You're safe." The Counterweight softly said, not caring in the slightest at the new green paintjob his underside was getting.

Nearly three minutes of constant sprays and replenishings before the younger one passed out, those muscles and limbs still holding onto the living pillow tightly as the bear laid on his back. Letting the wyrm relax and rest on him until Thea would wake again... Likely with some questions.