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Aron sighed and grinned, lounging on his back. A hand moved to his stomach, feeling over the hefty swell he had only just recently acquired. A gentle churn rolled through the dome as it tried its best to work on its contents. Oh how marvelous it felt, stuffed so full as he was. The green dragon pressed a palm against the softly gurgling bulge, shivering just so as the contact allowed him to feel the form of the person curled up inside. They were still quite solid, in spite of having spent all night in there. Aron wasn't about to complain. It was one hell of a way to wake up.

Last night, itself, was a bit of a haze. There were brief moments in the evening where the clouds were thin enough to see glimpses of the events. Blake was a cute little antelope, a little timid, trim and short, easily a bottom. But he was an eager bottom once Aron got him going. The smell of their play was still pretty heavy in the air, no doubt because of the mess they made of his sheets. The large drake fumbled about in the folds of the bedspread and found what he searched for. His fingers closed around it and dragged it up where he could see it. It was Blake's boxers. Without hesitation, he shoved them to his nose and inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of the antelope's crotch. He would have to keep those, and hope the aroma wouldn't fade too quickly.

He lounged there, letting the weight in his middle, the internal pressure that came with being so full, and the smell of his partner, all wash over him. There was felt a familiar tightness between his legs. A hand moved lazily to stroke the burgeoning spire below. A new gurgle, louder than before, rose up from his gut as his forearm squeezed against the side of it. He wouldn't need to eat for quite some time. Slowly he stroked himself, teasing only, not looking to make more of a mess just yet. No sense in getting hot and heavy too quickly. He had all day. It was a blessing having a semester with Fridays off.

Slowly Aron's eyes drifted shut as he began to lull himself back to sleep. It was hard to resist returning to his food coma. The noise in his belly continued, building as if towards something. He chuckled and squeezed his middle again, relishing the sensation. As he did, he felt that pressure intensify, escaping unexpectedly. The dragon's cheeks puffed softly before his jaws parted. A hefty burp shook his frame, carrying with it the taste of his evening's meal. Aron panted softly, not having expected such a result. He wasn't unhappy with it, licking his lips. It gave him the chance to enjoy his little friend's flavor once more, and not just his flesh. Oh how succulent he was, recalling it stronger as he sobered. He chuckled as he began replaying the night. That sleek, runner's form gliding across his tongue. Lashing away across Blake's body to savor him. And of course, taking the time to make sure his little snack squirmed in all the right ways, licking away until the dragon drew out the creamy treat he desired.

Aron chuckled and licked his lips again, still finding hints of that salty essence dried up there. He squeezed his belly again, hoping to get another burp. He wanted to taste his meal again. Unfortunately, nothing came of it this time. He frowned disappointedly and sat himself up. The springs of his bed creaked under his weight. They usually did, straining to hold up the impressive specimen of muscle. This time, they complained extra loudly, working to carry the weight of his heavy belly as well. Palms pressed against the curve again, moving slowly in a circular pattern. The massage felt quite lovely, and it even elicited a churn from his middle. It gurgled audibly and made a number of other lewd noises before he felt the pressure rising like before.

This time, he was prepared, grinning as he felt it squeeze up his throat. Another mighty belch filled the room, flinging tiny hints of moisture from his depths up into his mouth. The dragon smacked his lips and thrummed in satisfaction. Quietly, he began to wonder just how long he could keep this up. His neighbors were heavy sleepers. Maybe they wouldn't notice.

Slowly, Aron dragged himself off the bed, standing just at the foot. The instant his lap fell away, he felt the weight of that hefty bulge pull down, resting against his hips and pulling his back forward. It was a glorious sensation. Immediately, his hands moved to cradle the swell underneath, hoisting it up softly. A firm pulse shook his length, lifting to mash against the underside of that round gut. If this was how it felt every time someone slipped into his stomach, he would have a hard time resisting gobbling someone else up.

His eyes finally rose from the bulky dome to gaze at the full length mirror across from him, unable to keep from grinning at the sight. There he was, his muscular frame easily mistaken for a body builder, stretched out in the middle. He had been proud of the gut he had worked so hard to build in spite of retaining so much muscle mass. And now it was even bigger. It looked a bit different compared to last night. It was lumpier, more misshapen before he went to bed, but it certainly was bigger than usual. Now, it had smoothed out into a lovely orb. What was odd was it looked as if it had grown even more.

Remembering what he had done once he had stuffed little Blake in, Aron strolled over to his nightstand, shivering with each step as the weight swayed with him. Oh gracious, if just walking felt this good, he could only imagine how working out would feel. He disconnected his phone from the charger and he woke it up. Quickly, he surfed through his photo gallery, looking for a specific picture he had taken last night. Eventually, it came up. There it was, his cloth measuring tape wrapped around his tummy. He was obsessed with recording his size, and he wasn't going to miss a chance to measure his girth after so big a meal. A photo of the measure had to do since he wasn't interested in hunting up his log right at that moment.

The photo told the tale, eighty inches, up from seventy-three. If he didn't know he had just eaten someone, he'd be in awe. With a bit of a slosh in his middle, Aron bent over and retrieved the measure from the drawer of his nightstand. It was a little awkward trying to get it around him, but he managed. When he finally lassoed it around himself at the widest point, he blinked. He'd gone up another five inches! How had that happened? A loud groan bubbled up from the huge gut and he chuckled, patting the swell fondly. It didn't really matter how it happened, he was enjoying every minute of it.

Aron decided to mark down his 'progress' in his log now that he wasn't quite so preoccupied. Last night, his head was still swimming after the whole experience. The surreality of it was still quite strong. He had eaten someone whole, swallowed them without any trouble. It was so wrong, and yet it felt so fantastically wonderful. The music his belly made amused him to no end, and the fact that he could still taste Blake only stirred his loins further. Who knew it could be such an erotic experience?

Blake knew, clearly. He was the one who brought it up suggesting it to add to Aron's waistline. They kept discussing it, fondling and teasing one another. Before he knew it, the dragon was just gobbling him up, pulling him into his mouth without regard for the consequences. And Blake didn't fight against it. A shiver ran up the dragon's spine as the memory of swallowing the antelope replayed, the sensation suddenly recalled quite vividly. He huffed and gripped his length, beginning to pump, this time with vigor. As he stroked, the green dragon waddled his way into the bathroom. His free hand switched on the shower and he stood under the spray, shocked by the glorious tingling that rose up from his belly as the water poured over him.

He grunted and growled, pumping his arm aggressively. His fingers tightened mercilessly around himself. His other hand pressed against his stomach as it churned and burbled away. Another belch finally struck and the taste of his one-night lover returned. It all worked against him so deliciously well, bringing him to a dull roar. A thick, sticky blast erupted forth, splattering on the tile wall of the shower stall. The gush continued for several minutes, each powerful burst adding a heavy coating of seed to the smear sliding down towards the water below.

When it all finally ended, Aron panted softly, still stroking his ample member. He chuckled a bit as he backed up to see the size of the mess he made. It wasn't unusual for him to see a splatter the size of a small paint can's worth, but this was certainly noticeably larger. Eating Blake must have left him rather pent up. Proudly, he gave his well-emptied sac a good rub, sighing as he drank in the sensation as he always did. It was an amusing little ritual of his, to show those soccer ball sized orbs some attention for a 'job well done'. He liked to pretend they had a mind of their own, as if they got mad at him for not letting them empty themselves often enough.

The jade drake cleaned up, fawning over his huge gut to make himself burp a few more times before finally moving on to the rest of him. That belly was a huge distraction now. At present, it didn't seem to be a problem, but it might become one later. He ran his fingers through his rich, black mane, rinsing shampoo from his locks before turning off the water and stepping out to dry off. Just as with bathing, toweling took longer than expected, that gut demanding his attention. Oh it felt so good rubbing and squeezing it. He could have sworn he felt a bit of movement inside. But that was impossible, not after so long. He shrugged it off and finished drying.

His bed came back into view and he plopped his rump back down on the end of it, sighing happily as his lap was instantly filled again. He could certainly get used to this if he could somehow keep it a secret. Find the odd cute boy or girl interested in a one-night-stand, maybe find the ones who found getting eaten to be alluring, then spirit them away into his belly. His waistline would thank him for it later. He gazed over into the mirror again and grinned, rather taken with his size. He brought his phone up and opened the photo gallery, wanting to see the picture of the measurement one more time. As he looked, he found other pictures he had taken, striking poses in the mirror, showing off his rather predatory belly in many lovely ways.

He even found a video he had taken while Blake was still very much active. He watched mesmerized as his belly shifted and squirmed visibly. Imprints of the antelope's hands, knees, elbows, and even his face could be seen so clearly as that green hide stretched. Aron rumbled deeply as he watched the clip over and over, running his free hand over his tummy idly. He didn't already need to relieve himself again, did he? It had only been a few minutes! His eyes glanced up to the top of his phone's screen. No, it hadn't. It had been at least an hour!

A gurgle rose up from below, this time not from his belly. He snickered and reached lower, giving his scrotum a soft pat. They had demands too. Without much hesitation, the green fellow made his way back into the bathroom and stroked himself to happiness one more time. It wasn't quite as big a blast as the previous one, but it was still pretty impressive. Those 'fill the condom' contests he'd taken part in would be easily won if he could just sneak someone into his gut an hour or so beforehand.

His needs met again, and the wall of the shower rinsed off once more, Aron returned to his bedroom and flopped onto his bed. He marveled seeing his belly rise so high above him. It was a beautiful sight. Immediately his hands moved to appreciate the dome all over again, finding it impossible to resist. He certainly wouldn't ever forget little Blake and the belly he received. It was just a shame it was never to happen again. At least with that particular meal. Quietly, Aron regretted devouring the little guy. Maybe he could have found a way to pull him back out so they could enjoy their fun over and over again. As the downside of their intimate evening began to weigh in on him, Aron frowned and sat back up. He refused to let such a wonderful experience be marred by the ugly reality that was no doubt underway deep under his scales.

"Don't you worry, cutie. I'll put you to good use, I promise. Might even get your face tattooed onto my tummy sometime." He chuckled and climbed to his feet again, this time to get dressed.

His underwear stretched tightly just as it always did to conceal his manhood. The discomfort of trying to stuff himself into a pair of briefs was rather enjoyable, making him feel bigger. There was a reason why he bought them a size too small. The bulge was a rather nice sight. His pants came next, straining in a similar fashion. The swell of his groin in the denim had caught many an eye around campus and he just ate it up. A shirt was pulled on, also a size too small. It pulled tight across his broad, rippling chest, almost like a second skin around his bulging arms. No matter what he did though, he could not make it reach far enough down to cover the whole of his stomach. His navel poked out just under the cotton boundary trying to span the globe.

A hoodie was collected and squeezed into. It managed to cover the great dome, and it helped mask the fact he had grown quite a bit around the middle. It was cool enough out he could get away with it. Aron had wondered how it would feel trying to work out on such a full stomach. He intended to find out. The gym would be open and relatively empty. He would have free reign over whatever machine or station he wanted to use.

The drake grabbed his keys and wallet, then stepped out into the hall. It would be a delicious secret, hiding the antelope in his belly as he went about his usual goings-on. He hoped he would work up a powerful sweat so he could bathe again. Maybe one of the other big guys in the gym would be kind enough to help him out with whatever might 'arise' in the showers. It wasn't hard to find one or two of the builders looking to enjoy another muscled frame. And Aron was rather deeply looking forward to that.

The crisp air chilled what little of the dragon's scaled skin remained uncovered. He was grateful for the hoodie he had thought to put on. The walk to the gym, though relatively short, left him terribly distracted. He could just barely hear the slosh and gurgle in his stomach. Every few minutes, he felt a burp rise up, which he did his best to suppress. No point in offending the other college kids with a bunch of noisy belches that came seemingly from nowhere. And then there was the onslaught of signals coming from his gut, feeling everything tossed about gently with every step. It was a challenge to keep the groin of his pants from ripping open. If he could just get to the locker room, he'd be fine.

The gym welled up before him after not too terribly long a journey and he made his way to his locker. Discretely, Aron looked around, checking who all might be present. When he was certain he was alone, he stripped down and slipped into his workout clothing. A tank top pulled tight across his chest, just as the t-shirt had, only a bit more so. It failed to even come close to covering his gut, but then he liked leaving it exposed while he worked out. His jeans and briefs were swapped out for a pair of rather elastic shorts. The fabric hugged his form tightly, emphasizing the bulge between his legs even more. Again, that was why he chose those shorts. Aron scooped up his water bottle and headed for the door, pausing briefly to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He liked what he saw.

The workout was quite interesting. It wasn't that it was tiring, but the tremors rushing through him because of Blake left him breathless. He felt the need to burp rise quite strongly. Every time, he forced it back down with a hard swallow. He couldn't let it out here. It would attract far too much attention. The free weights were probably the easiest part of the workout in terms of maintaining his composure. It was largely only arm work. The bench press was simple enough as well. Sitting back up from lying back was another matter. The machines that worked his legs, oh they caused all sorts of fits with his belly and libido. Each time one or both thighs came back together, it squeezed his tummy, making him shudder all over again.

The bulge in his shorts throbbed, demanding to be set free so it could stand proud. Maybe he could get away with sneaking off to the bathroom for a bit and no one would be the wiser. As soon as he resolved to steal himself away, the urge faded and he returned to his workout. He tried climbing on a treadmill, only to find the bouncing a little uncomfortable. The stair machines were similarly unpleasant. All the jostling of his belly didn't seem to agree with him too much.

After about an hour and a half, Aron sat down on a bench, mopping the sweat off his face with a towel. He huffed a bit and ran a palm over his expansive gut, feeling it churn and groan. Blake couldn't possibly still be whole in there, could he? It was a shame to loose such an adorable partner, but it was too late to do anything about it now.

"Hey, you should work your core harder. That's what happens if you don't." One of the resident bodybuilders, likely a newcomer to the campus gym, pointed to Aron's stomach disapprovingly.

"It's intentional." The green beast just smiled up to the uneducated dog. It was a quick, concise retort that usually curtailed any further discussion about getting rid of his beloved tummy.

"Oh..." The dog shrugged and turned away, uninterested.

Aron fought off a frown. He had to remind himself that not everyone was fond of the muscle-gut build. After all there were plenty of boys around here who were.

"Don't listen to him. I think it's cute." The voice was distinctly feminine.

The green fellow turned towards the sound and smiled, spotting a lady dabbing her forehead with a towel draped over the back of her neck and across her shoulders. Another antelope, and this one was quite the ravishing woman.

"Oh, well thank you," He blushed, looking down at his stomach. He gave it a gentle squeeze, expecting to have to suppress another burp, "I'm rather fond of it myself." Just as he finished his sentence, he braced himself for the coming pressure, but instead, he was taken by surprise as a rather noticeable shift came from under his scales. There was no way that Blake could still be alive in there, could there? Aron fought to keep from showing any sign of his shock, simply smiling and blushing at the lady.

"And why wouldn't you? There's just that much more of you to appreciate if you ask me," The woman stepped closer, reaching out with a hand to caress the dome briefly. It gave the dragon reason to shudder ever so softly, prompting her to pull her hand away and grin, "Sorry, I couldn't resist. I'm Kaylee. Nice to meet you." The hand that had been put on the big male's stomach was extended in a friendly gesture.

The dragon took her hand, dwarfing it somewhat as he shook it, "Aron, nice to meet you too. Don't think I've seen you around before." He would have remembered a chest as full and gravity defying as that. It was all he could do to still his loins. He had a fondness for boys, but that didn't keep him from enjoying the ladies in the slightest. The dragon was an equal opportunity lover.

Kaylee nodded, "This isn't my usual time. I usually come in late at night, de-stress after a long day of legal classes." Without much thought given on the matter, she moved to settle on the bench next to the taller fellow. She was about Blake's size, though her dimensions were decidedly curvier. As she turned to rest her bottom on the wooden seat, Aron couldn't help but notice the lovely shape of her rump. She wasn't fat, in fact she was in quite good shape, but that was the factor he enjoyed, the shape. Her hips were flared just enough to make her waist appear narrower than it was, and that impressive bust offered the same optical illusion above. Her workout clothing hugged almost as tightly as his did, leaving very little to the imagination.

"Oh so you're studying to be a lawyer?" He tried to focus on the conversation as he gave his legs a rest, still burning a bit from cardio. He fought back a wince as another motion came from inside. That was definitely not his stomach churning. His passenger was alive and well, possibly even awake. What a terrible time for Blake to come to. Hopefully, the little guy wouldn't panic.

The lady shrugged softly to the question, "I dunno. I was thinking about changing my major. Maybe switch over to investigative journalism. Law enforcement sounds kind of enticing too."

Quietly, Aron began to panic. She was certainly shaping up to be the sort of person that wouldn't be too keen on keeping his little secret, especially as it woke up. His hands moved to rub his stomach slowly, trying to appear idle about it as he felt another turn come from his meal. It felt odd. His motions weren't frantic or fearful. Instead, they felt sluggish and relaxed. At one point, he swore he heard a very muffled moan. Maybe Kaylee would just assume he was hungry.

"You seem pretty focused on the whole 'truth and justice' thing. Whatever you decide, I hope it works out for you." A firm stretch caught his attention. Blake was changing position, turning about in a direction the dragon could not be sure of. He bit back a grunt and squeezed his legs together. The movement had renewed the throb between his legs. He couldn't keep this up too much longer. He'd have to cut his workout short and head to the showers as soon as he was able.

"Yeah, I suppose. How about you? What's your major?" She kept her eyes locked on the big dragon's face, appearing to not notice the awkwardness setting in within him, or the movements of his belly, or the sounds it made.

"I'm... still undecided. Not really sure what I'd do after college. I'll probably end up as a bouncer at a club or as a security guard somewhere. Not that I'd mind."

Kaylee nodded, smiling brightly up at him, "Maybe you could get into professional wrestling. You'd be intimidating, and you'd have an excuse to wear spandex." She had noticed how tight his clothing fit, and no doubt assumed it was on purpose. It made the large, green fellow blush brightly.

"I don't know if I'd enjoy that." Blake shifted again, this time feeling as if he were squeezing himself back towards the dragon's spine, like he was trying to compress himself. Now came the burp he expected to have to bite back earlier, and it caught him off guard. The belch escaped, but thankfully, it wasn't hugely loud.

The antelope lady chuckled and reached over, giving the large fellow's belly a strong pat, "Gracious. Had a good breakfast did you?"

Aron blushed harder, "Something like that. If you'll excuse me, I think I should hit the showers. It was lovely to have met you. Maybe I'll catch you again sometime."

"I'd like that. And I think I could stand to shower too. I'm done with my routine." The fetching lady rose to her hooves and took the green fellow's arm in hers, walking along with him.

Oh this wasn't good. His belly was growing more and more active as Blake stirred from his nap. He had to pull away from this woman, oddly attached, if he wanted to maintain his cover. Thankfully, the showers were separate for men and women. That would break them up no doubt.

"I'm here most days, usually in the morning before class," He paused as they reached the doors for men's and women's locker rooms, "Well, here's where we go our separate ways I guess."

Kaylee just grinned, narrowing her eyes a bit. She pressed against his side and began pushing him towards his doorway, "Says who? It's empty enough right now I bet I won't get caught."

Before Aron could protest, they had rounded the corner and moved out of sight for the few that were present. The antelope lady pulled away and began tugging him along, clearly amused by the situation. Her green companion however was terrified, for a few reasons.

"No! We can't! What if someone comes in and find us!? We'll get in a lot of trouble!" It was a halfhearted excuse. Really, he just wanted to have a few moments to himself where he could try and figure out what was going on in his gut. An audible gurgle came from the dome, its occupant shifting about again. The feeling of having a living person squirming inside him was almost too much to bear. His legs were beginning to wobble just a bit. Suddenly, going out in public like this didn't seem like such a great idea.

"Don't worry so much. Just go with the flow," Kaylee continued to pull him along, sitting him down on a bench towards the back of the locker stacks where they would have a bit more privacy should someone walk in, "Now... how's your friend doing? Waking up yet?"

Aron froze, his eyes focused like lasers onto the lady's. Had she heard Blake? Seen him move? How did she know? How did he give himself away?

"I... I don't think I know what you mean."

"Oh drop the pretense already. I know you've got someone in here," The woman pressed in against the green dragon's stomach, squeezing it in her arms and against her form. The sensation left Aron with an intense desire to moan, "And from your breath, I'd say he's been enjoying himself in there. You don't want to let him out, do you, you greedy boy?" She grinned broadly, mashing her palms into the sides of his tummy rather firmly as she rubbed.

The dragon groaned as quietly as he could, a new shudder passing up his spine, "I... Wha... You must... be mistaken!"

Kaylee shook her head, "Oh no, not mistaken in the slightest. I know exactly what's going on here," She pulled away just enough to lean down and press a cheek against the heavy gut she had been fawning over, "You doing alright in there, little brother? Nice and cozy?"

It struck the dragon like a bolt of lightning. That's why she looked so much like Blake!

"You two are brother and sister!?" That was enough of an admission.

"That's right, twins. I was born a few minutes before him so I like to tease him and call him my 'little' brother. He seems to like it."

Aron reeled from the sudden reveal. Had she known all along? How? It was hard to maintain any rational train of thought as she pressed against his bloated stomach, squeezing and nuzzling into it. A quiet groan from within made her giggle then kiss the dome.

"How... how is he still alive!?"

The lady chuckled and stood back up, pushing against the green dragon until she was practically laying on top of his gut.

"In my experience, it's often better not to worry too much about those kinds of things and just appreciate that they are. Now... why don't I help you out of those clothes and we go have a little fun in the showers? I'm still a bit woozy from the show you two put on last night." In a quick little motion, Kaylee leaned up and kissed Aron's nose, already trying to work her hands under his shirt.

"Last night!? How do you know about last night?" He shivered, groaning now that he didn't need to keep quiet as his belly gurgled audibly. His passenger stretched again, this time his motions visible through those green scales.

"While you were in the bathroom, Blake set his phone up across the room and had the camera running. It caught the whole thing, from your first kiss to your last gulp. It's a good thing your building has good wifi, the stream was pretty high quality. I'm hoping it recorded as well."

A powerful blush swept through Aron's cheeks. She had seen the evening's passion between the two of them? And more than that, she wasn't upset but rather turned on by it? He would have protested but a firm squeeze from the lady brought forth a familiar pressure. Aron wasn't ready for it this time and his mouth opened. A hard, fairly loud belch echoed throughout the locker room, his breath washing across Kaylee's face.

The lady closed her eyes and let the scent of his depths fill her nostrils, detecting a strong presence of the boy already stuffed inside.

"Mmm, smells like Blake's really enjoying himself. Can you taste it?"

Aron blushed and nodded, "Is he doing what I think he's doing in there?"

Kaylee nodded with a grin, pulling the dragon's shirt up over his head, "Oh yeah, what did you think he was up to?"

The fattened beast averted his gazed, somewhat embarrassed, "I was wondering why I could still taste his cum. I guess... I guess it's a good thing he's having such a good time." A shuddered again as a pair of hands dove into his shorts, massaging his throbbing member and the heavy orbs trapped against it. The pulsing had grown stronger now that he knew what was going on inside, and that the lady seemed to be well and truly fascinated by it all.

"Yes, a very good thing. Don't you worry though, I'll make sure you have a good time too." She tugged his shorts down and began licking along the steadily swelling length she had found. The reaction she elicited from him, another long groan, made her grin.

Her skills in undressing him were impressive. Before he realized it, Aron was completely naked and being tugged into the shower. When did she find time to slip out of her clothing? And how was it that her chest seemed even bigger now that it wasn't confined? The water was turned on as they huddled in one of the corners, the big green boy mashed against the wall by the insistent lady. She continued to kiss and nuzzle his belly, even dragging her tongue across the smooth surface. He grunted and panted, his shaft aching for release. Who knew so much attention to so full a stomach would turn him on like this?

Kaylee's hands moved down to that throbbing shaft, stroking along the monster she had only caught glimpses of during her brother's fun last night. How that boy had managed to stuff such a giant thing under his tail was a little beyond her. But she'd get a chance to try it out soon enough.

"I've a bit of a confession, Aron. We've been spying on you for a while, watching you, seeing where you go, who you spend your time with, what your habits are. We've been looking for someone we can have this kind of fun with and you fit the bill perfectly." She punctuated the last sentence with a strong, slow lick across the head of his shaft, making him writhe.

When he could finally speak again, the green dragon decided to simply dive into the moment, cupping a hand against the back of the lady's head, right between her horns. He pressed her more firmly against his shaft, eager to finally unload what he had building up throughout his workout.

"Spying on me, huh? That's a little unfair isn't it? I don't know much about either of you but you already know lots about me. I guess I'll just have to punish you both." He inhaled sharply as Kaylee took the invitation and opened her mouth as wide as she could manage, welcoming his shaft into her throat without hesitation.

He wouldn't be getting an answer from her until he was done, and he was okay with that. His hips began to grind away, the lady moving in time with him, adding verve to her efforts. She wanted it as badly as he did. Aron's free hand moved back to his squirming gut, letting the sensation of last night's meal spur him onward. He pressed in against the boy hidden away in his belly, shivering again as it made Blake stir powerfully. He could even feel the little guy press back out against his hand, and a distinct shape made itself known under his palm. The antelope was actually humping his stomach wall.

Aron huffed more sharply, amazed by the fact that he could feel Kaylee's lips reaching up further along his member until they kissed the very hilt. Her throat had to be stretched quite a ways to hold everything in. And he continued to thrust. His scrotum sloshed audibly as it swayed. The lady's hands caressed over the aching orbs, squeezing and hugging them to her chest, her breasts roughly the same size as his sac. She could taste the sticky ooze that was dribbling freely into her throat, the act of sliding back and forth bringing hints of it up to her tongue.

Just as she began to settle into the pace, thinking it would be a nice few minutes of her enjoying having him in her throat, a powerful spasm claimed that thick shaft. The dragon tilted his head back and clenched his buttocks. The hand on the back of the girl's head moved up to join the other on his stomach as he cried out. A heated burst made her tense up, filling her stomach almost directly. She winced slightly in surprise as she felt her own belly begin to bulge. Another powerful gush joined the first and swelled her further. The pressure building inside was quite intense, threatening to force her off that marvelous spire. Her arms tightened around Aron's impressive sac, trying to keep from slipping off him as she bulged further still. In only a few seconds, her belly had grown enough to heft up her bosom, making her look well past full term.

Eventually, it was more than she could withstand and her grasp failed. The antelope was thrown back gently by the force of the dragon's release. His shaft slurped free of her throat and mouth, painting her in the thick, sticky white ooze gurgling away in her stomach. She gasped for breath and wiped her eyes while Aron worked to catch his breath. She licked her lips and smiled tiredly.

"Damn... that's gotta be more than you stuffed Blake with. That full stomach of yours must really agree with you." Without ceremony, she began trying to lick herself clean before the shower could rinse it off, enjoying the musky, salty mess her entire upper half had been splattered with.

The dragon panted and nodded, massaging his gut firmly and lovingly.

"Yeah... I... I think I could get used to this."

Kaylee grinned as she stood, leaning up to give the big green beast a kiss on the nose. Her stomach gave easily, spreading around Aron's occupied dome, decidedly more firm than hers.

"I kind of hope you don't get used to it. Can't have you getting jaded... if you'll pardon the term. Now, I'd like to see if you've got room for lunch."

The big fellow was shocked. She wanted to be eaten too? As much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, it was an enticing idea, but how on earth could he fit her in there with Blake?

"I don't think I possibly could." He hiccupped, feeling his passenger press out again.

The antelope grinned, "Just think of me as your personal trainer, helping you test your limits. And as your personal trainer, if you want that belly to keep getting bigger with how much you work out, you have got to increase your caloric intake. Now open up."

Aron blushed softly, finding he kind of liked being bossed around a little bit. He was still decidedly a dominant figure in such matters, but sometimes getting a little taste of the other side was nice. He threw caution to the wind and said 'to hell with it'. His hands gripped the bloated lady's hips and hoisted her up towards his nose. His lips mashed against hers in a firm kiss before he opened his jaws and began cramming her in. From what he recalled of his session with Blake, Kaylee tasted very similar. And she was delicious. Her head filled his mouth as she wiggled, nuzzling all around inside. His tongue slathered her cheeks in drool as he worked her further in.

His first gulp came easily. A lump formed in his neck as the lady's head sank in. There wasn't any going back now. They were both committed to the full trip. A growl rose up in his throat as he felt her shoulders puff out his cheeks, then her bust did so even further. There he stopped, making sure to pay special attention to those ample breasts of hers. They were well above average and yet she somehow wore them better than most girls. And he couldn't get enough of them. Aron suckled on her chest as if it were candy, grinning around her frame as it made her writhe and moan. Something about having prey that struggled triggered a rather deep, guttural satisfaction. Even if she wasn't actually fighting to get away, her squirms scratched that itch.

The dragon rolled his tongue across the lady's bust, fondling her nipples firmly, even flicking the end of that organ across the sensitive nubs. The tactic brought a new strength to her wriggling, and volume to her cries of passion. The globes of flesh were a marvelous treat indeed, and Aron resolved to savor them just like this again, if ever he got the chance. When at last he had finished tormenting her so, he swallowed once more. Her once trim abdomen stretched his jaws with its bloated dome. He winced softly, not having taken something quite that large down his gullet before. Not even Blake was this big when he went in. With a bit of effort, and considerable care not to slice and bite with his teeth, he worked that sloshing gut into his maw, then into his throat. His neck puffed out tremendously, no doubt making him look a bit like a frog.

A new treasure found its way to his tongue as he sank her in that far. The sweet honey that dribbled from between her folds caught his attention, and he gripped her by the ankles. No sense in letting her get too deep before he could properly sample her. The greedy dragon delved deep between her lips, ravishing that gash soundly and expertly. He might have been more likely to bed another male, but he wasn't without his experience with the opposite sex. After all, he knew a thing or two about what felt good from that side first hand. Kaylee cried out quite loudly, her voice heavily muffled by the bulk of Aron's gut. She struggled and fought against the slippery organ invading her, trying to find a way to push down against it without forcing the dragon to swallow. She didn't want to be eaten, not completely, not yet. She wanted him to finish her off before he finished her off.

And under such expertise, it didn't take long. A warm splash filled his mouth as the lady's form turned rigid. Her legs tensed and her breath came in short pants, the rapid rise and fall of her chest felt deep inside his. His heartbeat had quickened in her ears, drowning out almost all other noises, even her brother's voice as he called out to her. The green fellow relaxed his throat, letting the warm nectar trickle down along her form. It didn't really serve much purpose, except perhaps it made her slip through him more easily. He groaned happily around his meal as he began to gulp again, this time with more gusto. The antelope's shapely hips passed without any real trouble, but saw considerable appreciation. Her knees and calves were a brief stop along the way, gravity and the previous night's meal helping drag her inward.

Soon, her dark hooves were pressed gently against the roof of Aron's mouth. He lifted a hand to caress the bulge in his throat as he gulped one final time. His belly surged outward, having already stretched a good bit to hold in everything that was pouring in. When at last his mouth and throat were clear, the dragon sighed, cradling his now monstrous gut. A powerful throb had claimed his groin. He had managed to swallow two people whole, and it felt fantastic. Sure, there was some discomfort. He'd never eaten so much before, and his belly complained of being overfilled. But something about that gluttonous sensation only added to the thrill. He had taken two people and shoved them inside him to sate his own desires, and even his body was complaining at him for it.

A new belch rang out in the locker room. Thankfully, no one was present to hear it, even though the tile walls of the showers helped to make the noise resonate. The water poured down over the green dragon, spilling across his belly as he began to stroke himself to climax once more. His chest rose and fell heavily as he felt his gut shift and distend. His passengers were busy trying to get into some sort of more comfortable position. Subtle moans came from under his scales, and a steady sloshing came shortly. Aron squeezed his stomach firmly, feeling the motion more fully when he did so. He couldn't believe it. The two antelope he had devoured, brother and sister, were making love inside his belly. More likely, they were less 'making love' and more 'rutting' as hard as they could. The wobble in his middle made the beast shiver and moan. His own efforts to reach climax were quickly rewarded. Another thick blast escaped him, staining the smooth tile floor in his creamy contribution.

Aron huffed and held his gut, waiting for everything inside to finally settle. It never did. A good fifteen minutes he waited, hearing both Blake and Kaylee cry out as they were struck by orgasm several times. They just weren't going to stop. He would have to simply put up with it. Unsteadily, the dragon climbed to his feet, still holding the lower curve of the bloated gut. Their movements weren't enormously visible, but if someone stared at his middle long enough, they would certainly take notice. The sooner he got back to his dorm the better. Quickly, the greedy beast showered, cleaned up any sticky evidence of his encounter, and collected the lady's clothes. They were shoved into his gym bag before he tried to dress himself. His hoodie was put to the test, somehow managing to stretch just far enough to cover the whole of the dome, but only just.

His pants were trickier. He had not added any mass to that region, but the bulk of his stomach was making it hard to work with the garment. After a good five minute struggle, he had won the battle and sat there, panting. He had managed to get dressed! Now if he could just get home without anyone noticing he had a horny pair of siblings thrusting into one another under his scaly hide. As he attempted to stand, he felt a firm kick, stealing his breath away. It forced him to sit back down with a grunt as a hand moved to the site of the attack.

"Easy in there! I gotta get home before anyone figures out you two are in there! And it's a long walk!" He wasn't exactly complaining, but it would be awkward trying to explain this to anyone else.

Again he felt a kick, not as strong as before, then he felt a hand and a face press out from inside. Aron shivered at the sensation of his belly stretching even more. It had to be Kaylee. There was still the constant swaying of the two of them humping like mad, and that probably meant Blake was behind her, having his way with his sister. What had been muffled moans became a voice, one that was only just barely comprehensible.

"Grab... my... phone!" The words repeated a few times until she was sure he had understood.

"Your phone? You want me to get your phone?" He looked down at his tummy.

"Yeah! Swallow it!" It was clear she was having to shout to be heard clear enough.

Aron looked back through the lady's clothing, finding her phone in one of the pockets. He gazed at the device for a moment before looking down at his stomach. Was she sure he should do this? It was a pendant phone, so the lanyard would help her keep track of it, but a phone? In his stomach?

Kaylee stretched his belly again and he moaned, relenting at once. He opened his mouth and popped the little device in. A single, hard gulp sent the thing down to the lady waiting inside. In only a few minutes, his phone began to ring. When Aron collected it and looked to the screen, he was puzzled to see a number he didn't recognize. He had a hunch who it was, so he answered.

"Hello?"

"Oh... hey there... oooh... big guy. Mmmm, do me... a favor... oh god not so fast, Blake... sneak into... th-the lady's... locker room... and get my stuff. Locker... four-seventeen. Combination... eighteen... twenty-three... five. Yeah, just like that... Don't... worry about... being seen. I think... I'm the only... girl... here right now."

Aron whimpered as she made the request, "And what if you're not?"

Kaylee cackled through her moans, "Then just... swallow them down too! We'll... keep them company!" She was joking of course, but the idea did have a certain appeal.

The green fellow hoisted himself to his feet, thrown off balance a bit by the still constant wriggling. He had eaten her. It was only polite to go get her things. As quietly and as carefully as he could, Aron waddled his way out of the locker room, keeping vigilant watch for anyone else headed his way. The door to the lady's room was just next to the men's, meaning he would have a short trip. As soon as he stepped out and began to round the corner, a voice caught his attention.

"Sup?" It was a casual, in-passing greeting from one of the body builders, a rhino, giving him a perfunctory gesture with his chin.

"Sup?" Aron responded, trying to play casual, leaning against the wall a bit as the meaty rhino passed and turned to walk in the men's locker room. The dragon's belly groaned softly as it turned on itself again. He hadn't been noticed! Quickly and quietly, he scanned the room, then slipped in through the door. Just as Kaylee had said, it was empty. He found her locker and fumbled with the combination lock, shivering every time his two passengers turned and pressed against something sensitive inside. After a good five minutes of frustration and shudders, he managed to open the storage unit. He grabbed the antelope's things and stuffed them in his own bag. Now he had to get back out.

The dragon spun around, taking about as much time as a mac truck, and began working his way towards the door. Just as he was getting close, he heard the squeak of the hinge alert him to the fact that someone was entering. A voice could be heard from just outside. Whoever it was had been stopped by someone, chatting idly. Aron panicked and shoved himself to the side, hoping he would go unnoticed as the woman passed. The idle chatter ended and she continued in, a rabbit walking right past him without even noticing. How someone could miss a gut that big was beyond him. He chalked it up to still being early in the morning. When the coast was clear again, he slipped out and began making for the exit.

The walk home left him feeling the pressure between his legs building all over again. Each step saw his belly sway, sloshing the two inside. He fought back the urge to belch, hoping to wait until he got home to indulge himself in any of the little subtle delights of such gluttony. The added girth didn't seem to draw any stares, but it did bring his thighs to brush against the lower curve of his gut. It felt fantastic. His pants were getting incredibly tight. Too much more, and they might rip open.

The stairs to his dorm room left him whimpering. The added exertion required to climb them only added to his plight. He could practically feel the stitching in the groin of his pants giving way. Once he got to his floor, he walked with a slight hunch, hugging his enormous stomach, squeezing it to try and keep Blake and Kaylee as motionless as he could muster. To the outside observer, he might look like he had a tummy ache. It wasn't far from the truth. He fumbled with his keys, unlocked his door, shoved it open, stuffed himself in, and shut the portal behind him. He slouched against the door as finally he let the pressure escape. A hearty burp shook his innards, jostling both antelope. Already he could taste the lady's contribution to the flavors on his breath. It was marvelous. He sighed in relief and slowly dragged his feet towards the bed. Clothing was stripped off as quickly as he could manage, the act eliciting a few smaller belches.

He was nude once more, and it was a great relief. Aron turned to look at himself in the mirror, easily noticing the added mass in his middle. He grabbed his cloth measuring tape, both disappointed and delighted to find that it couldn't reach around him completely any longer. He'd need to get a longer one. The shower came and he relieved himself once more, shivering as his two new friends continued their molestations under his scaly hide. Another blast of seed coated the tile wall, even greater than the first one after he woke up, and he rinsed the stall clean. From there, he waddled back to his bed and sprawled atop it, his gut standing tall above him.

The dragon groaned softly as he ran his palms over the wriggling dome. What had felt marvelous this morning now felt like a mix between overstuffed agony and sublime bliss. The sloshing, gurgling, groaning activity left him softly breathless. A smile spread across his lips as he let it wash over him, relishing it all, even the discomfort. He didn't care if they never found a way out. He'd happily keep them stuffed in his gut forever if necessary.