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Ell sighed as he tapped the button to put the van into park, finally settling back into the uncomfy drivers' seat for some much-needed respite from a day of long-distance driving. Rubbing his eyes, the rotund samoyed looked to the clock.

“Fuck me….a full 12 hours, -again-!" Ell snarled, just barely restraining himself from slamming his fist into the dashboard display. He was thankful he had already dropped off his boss at their apartment, as the slew of profanity that followed would have probably warranted an Official write-up, not that the samoyed cared at this point.

As a professional chauffeur, the tubby canine was responsible for shuttling around a salesman for a clothing company to his various appointments. The problem was, not only had the samoyed been lied too during the interview process on how far and how long he would be traveling per day, but that the vehicle he'd be driving would be some old junker van stuck to the ground, instead of a proper maglev shuttle. And to top it all off, the salesman himself turned out to be quite the rude and unprofessional psychopath; getting into arguments on the phone, openly disrespecting assistants, and a general lack of manners were a daily, regular occurrence, and a constant source of stress for the mangoyed.

After a few moments of feign-punching the interior and using quite a few combinations of curses, the canine huff-grunted as he unwedged and hefted himself from his seat to finish up his duties before heading home. The past year-plus had seen the doggo gain quite a bit more than his usual pudgy self; the long hours and drives meant the canine was coming home usually too-tired to even think of any sort of healthier meal prep, leading to every day being an 'eat out' day. That, coupled with the mounting stress from the job, and the jobs' surprisingly-high pay rate, found the canine ordering quite large meals, and heaps of snacks throughout the day to deal with the torment.

Carefully maneuvering his bulk through the inside of the van, leaning past his boss' private captain's chair, mounted directly behind the drivers' seat, and slid out the small trash bin his boss used. Strangely, it felt much heavier than usual, the samoyed noted, as he lifted it up and swung open the side door.

Almost every night, the mango-themed samoyed would park the shoddy, liveried van in the heart of the Big City, where his boss had somehow managed to acquire parking rights, almost right across from their downtown-located penthouse apartment. Annoying, Ell found that achievement rather impressive in its own right.

Huffing and stepping carefully down from the van, the canine waddled his way a little bit down, to the public trash barrel, and began emptying the bin in his paws. The heavy weight at the bottom shifted, before sliding out with an audible -slosh-, and plopping down atop all the other trash was a clear plastic bottle, filled with dark, yellow fluid.

It took just a slight moment for the realization to kick in.

-Another- piss jug.

And then, -another- slew of obscenities flew from the canines' muzzle, right on the sidewalk, in the heart of downtown.

“That's IT! I'm done! I'm so done. I goddamned -already- talked to him about this! He's done!" Ell was fuming, dark green across his chubby face with fury as he stormed back to the van, before violently whipping the bin back into the van, as hard as he could. He grabbed his bag, slammed the door shut, and began waddling angrily to the train station.

Ell almost kicked his apartment door open just as violently after fumbling with the lock for a split-second too long, whilst balancing a triple-stack of XXL pizzas and a few 2-liter soda bottles in the other paw; just another small hinderance to his ultimate freedom. Cursing under his breath as he lumbered inside and carefully set down his pile of greasy food, the samoyed quickly turned into a snarling, flailing whirlwind, as he fought his way out of his button-up shirt, and too-tight pants, until he was finally standing in just his underwear.

Still grumbling, but a fair bit calmer, Ell scooped up his dinner, and waddled his way to his usual spot on the worn-in and stained couch, the dent for his rump growing ever deeper and wider as the samoyed had bulked up. Tapping a remote, the huge living room screen blipped on, with Ell quickly opening up a series of video tabs, letting them load as he settled in with his first pizza of the evening.

But only one slice and a few minutes in, the canine just wasn't interested in the video he selected. He harumphed, closing the tabs and sitting there a moment, slice in one paw, remote in the other. The mango 'moyed was still fuming over work, righteous indignation filling his heart and head. He had been looking for other employment, but months of searching and applying had yielded nothing, not that the canine really wanted to work at some other boring job anyway.

Opening a new tab, the fluffy doggo flicked through a couple websites, before just pulling up one of his favorite porn sites; pictures and looping clips of squirming bellies, open jaws, and prey in the midst of being devoured all covered the front page, fresh content uploaded by hungry preds, and more eager prey. Browsing through the new submissions as he homphed down the slice in his paw, Ell marked a few new ones to watch later, browsing a few moments longer before navigating to a particular user page.

The dragon and rabbit that ran the channel were quite the cute couple in their profile picture, but the quadrupedal dragon in question was far larger than the photo suggested, looming ten feet at the shoulder, and well over a hundred feet from head to tailtip, sporting a beautiful set of wings to fly on, and a luxurious golden fur pelt. His spouse, a silverish-furred lopear rabbit, was relatively tiny next to him, at only just over five and a half feet tall, but had plenty of curves rounding out her figure.

Homphing down a double-stack of slices, the samoyed clicked open a couple of his favorite vids uploaded by the couple, before noticing a new upload by them. The thumbnail depicted what looked to be a rodent of some sort, sat in front of a vast feast. Ell couldn't click it open fast enough.

The older rabbit and dragon were a predatory pair, with the rabbit helping feed her husbands' appetite with eager and willing morsels. The caveat was they both ran a rather successful bakery business, and would regularly create excess stock, all to be fed to the hungry drake, or their future morsels.

The canine watched on as the happy couple greeted their viewers, before introducing a rather cute-looking and portly rat, and wasting no time in revealing the vast feast of treats they were to gorge upon. The following minutes were filled with all manner of gluttony; whole pies and cakes, fistfuls of muffins and cupcakes, and entire baguettes slid past the rodents' lips, belly bulging and swelling larger and rounder with every bite. Both dragon and rabbit were helping feed their new friend, as well as applying generous amounts of belly rubs to the growing dome.

The whole time he was watching, Ell was focused on both the rat's growing gut, as well as growing his own; the first pizza was quick to vanish down the doggo's gullet, the next pizza fairing no better. By the third pie, the rat had finished his final meal, belly swollen nearly triple its starting size, both rabbit and dragon teasing and kneading over the massive middle. The samoyed was squirming on the sofa by then, his own arousal throbbing stiff against the underside of his belly folds and fupa. Hastily, the canine rolled up the last pizza into a greasy, cheesy tube, chunks of meaty toppings squeezing out the ends, and deftly stuffed one end into his hungry jaws. Homph-glucking down the entire giant pizza roll, the canine grunted and shifted to try and wriggle a paw under his heavy gut, reaching to toy with his leaky member, feeling just that extra bit of thrill when his larger fupa kept him from fully grasping the throbbing doggycock.

With the meal finished, the drake moved onto his own meal; after a little bit more teasing, those handsome jaws parted, coming down over the rat's blushing head, and gently hoisting him upward. With decadent, drawn-out glURRKhs, the rat steadily sank from view, that bloated belly becoming just a hefty bulge in the dragons' long neck.

-That could be me, someday- the canine thought, bouncing his hips to try and hump up into his own blubbery belly. He swallowed around the pizza in his throat, groaning around his food as the rat on the screen was treated to a similar experience. He imagined himself as the pizza, squirming along towards his inevitable doom, panting through his nose as his arousal grew by leaps and bounds.

-That could be me- he thought again, louder this time, moaning out as he watched that huge rat belly get claimed by the dragons' larger appetite. As Ell curled his tongue around the end of the pizza log, to take the final gulp, the handsome dragon slurrrrphed up the girthy lengths of rat tail, like a wiggly fat noodle. That did it it, pushing the canine over the edge.

-That should be ME!- the thought blared in his head, panting and huffing loudly as his buried shaft splurted and painted the folds of floofy flab, as the large lump of rat sank down into the drake's paunchy middle, making a lovely bulge under the shimmering pelt.

Coming down from his orgasm, the samoyed huffed and panted, as he cleared his throat fully of his dinner; he could feel his underbelly dribbling with his mess, adding to the stains covering the sofa. He didn't bother trying to clean up, just basking in the afterglow as he watched the rest of the video play out. The rabbit spent quite a bit of time rubbing and grinding over her husbands' belly, playing with the bulges pushing out, and causing Ell to shiver.

The mangoyed was an accomplished predator in his own right, having added quite a number of friends and acquaintances to his own waistline over his many years. But eventually his friend group slowly disbanded, a few moving to far-off star systems, where communication was difficult, but many had simply ended up as prey themselves. It wasn't too uncommon for predators to 'retire' by simply letting themselves get eaten, and Ell was one such pred who had decided on this option. He just hadn't psyched himself up enough to actually 'retire'. Until now.

As he watched on, the rabbit would quip, hinting towards the rat's ultimate fate as just another bowel movement, which set off a spark in the canines' noggin. As the canine thought, and almost as if on cue, a small button appeared on the video, providing a helpful link to contact the couple via their GurglR profile, to volunteer to be a meal. Ell wasted no time in opening the link and typing out a direct message.

The canine was surprised, and his heart skipped a beat when he barely had to wait a couple minutes for a reply.

'Hello cutie! Gosh yes, we'd love to have you for dinner! When were you thinking of joining us?'

Ell huffed and tapped out a replay as quick as he could, 'Ah, as soon as possible! And if you'd be interested, could I pitch a longer-term idea to you?'

'Oh my, what did you have in mind, pup?'

The mangoyed tapped out his proposal, shivering in excitement as his still-sticky doggycock stiffened again, harder than ever. He didn't have to wait long for a response.

'Oh honey, that sounds like a splendidly naughty idea! Why don't we meet up tomorrow, in the evening?' The samoyeds shivered again, wag-wobbling on the sofa in pure excitement.

'Great! Sounds perfect to me! Thank you so much!'

'No, thank -you-, honeypup! We look forward to meeting you!'

'Likewise! See you tomorrow!'

Ell huffed again, heart beating fast as he reached for one of his 2-liter sodas, deftly flicking the cap off and starting to chug it down, mind racing as he thought of what was to come. His cock throbbed painfully hard under his tank of calories, the tubby samoyed starting to buck up into his fupa once again, wet squelches sounding out from between those thunderous, fluffy thighs. Clutching at his belly as he cleared the first bottle, the canine was quick to toss aside the empty and snatch up the next bottle, making short work of that one as well. The third lasted about just as long, the canines' belly swollen just that little bit more, and feeling that little bit more taut. Humping and bouncing on the sofa, the doggo managed to last just a moment longer before letting loose a thunderous bWUOOOUUUAAAAARRRRPPH, fading into a loud, panting moan as he further coated the underside of his belly.

Ell was as good as food already, huffing as he came down from the hardest climax he had ever experienced, knowing full well this was what he wanted to do.

Once he had caught his breath, the mangoyed kneaded over his dome of a dogbelly, soft gluorphs and burbles coming through all those layers of floof and fat. It had been awhile since he had been this large, though prior occasions had been the result of numerous delicious preythings, back during his more predatory days. Memories of times when he was even larger filled the canines' head, but he was going to get so much bigger before his time was up. With a blushy grin, the samoyed got to work on placing a second dinner delivery, even larger than his first.

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Ell made incredible gains in the past week, easily packing on a few hundred more pounds, and even more easily pushing past a thousand. Folds upon folds of furry flab jiggled at any motion, all those new rolls of calorie-packed dogfat impeding his movement even moreso. The week had honestly flown by; Ell really wished he had met the married pair much, much earlier in life, as they got along so splendidly. The rabbit and dragon had been together for decades now, each a steadfast partner to the other, with Lilly, the bunny, always eager to sate the appetite of Bruk, the drake, who was just as eager to dote on his wife and help her with the bustling bakery business they both had been running almost as long as their relationship. It was through the bakery that the pair had met so many delicious and delightful friends, both predator and prey alike, with the honeydragon having been the choice for many of his predator friends for 'retirement', though Lilly had added a few to her own hips and bosom as well.

Both Lilly and Bruk were giddy and excited upon hearing Ell's plan on how to 'quit' his current job, both from the feasting involved, and the following naughtiness that was schemed. They were quick to have the mangoyed take up temporary residence in their palatial estate, located on the edge of one of the few floating landmasses that loomed over the cityscape; the view was jaw-dropping. The samoyed shifted his funds around, sending it all to the pair to pay for the grand feasting that was to transpire throughout the week, even managing to trick his boss into forwarding him a hefty paycheck advance to further boost his donation to the married couple.

What followed was the best sort of dream the doggo could have asked for, spending every waking moment with usually both Bruk and Lilly; there were a few afternoons when the bunny would travel back to the bakery in the city below to run the factory and churn out more treats, all of it eventually fed to their burgeoning dinner guest. While together, the trio shared stories of past adventures, many of which ended with stuffed, squirming bellies galore. Movies were watched, games were played, and the group grew closer together, all as both dragon and bunny made sure Ell was either being humped somewhat-full of dragonspunk, or constantly eating something from one of the various hover-trays they piled high with all manner of delicious, and ultimately fattening foods.

The final day arrived in what felt like the blink of an eye for the canine, who was woken by the thunderous, ominous growls and rumbles of the dragons' belly pressed against him, though his own belly was also grumbling in hunger as it started to wake up. As he peaked open an eye, the warm morning sunrise peaked over one of his flabby rolls, looking gorgeous from the huge open-air terrace that looked out over the city and surrounding area. The samoyed had dozed off the night before, beached upon his bloated belly. Laying across his pancaked gut, the canine tried to lean back to get on his feet, only to find his toes just simply would not reach; it took a moment longer than usual for the sleepy samoyed to realize his situation, but a bright emerald blush brightened his muzzle and multiple cheeks.

“Mornin', Fois Gras Puppy, ready for your big day?" Lilly coo'd from behind the canine, sauntering around her blubbery guest. A paw trailed along the mangoyeds' luscious flanks and doughy sides, testingly pressing into the fluff and fat with a warm chrrrrrrr. As the lapine came into view, she was also followed by a veritable fleet of hover-trays. Corn beef hash, stacks of omelettes, slabs of steak, mounds of meat puddings, teetering towers of waffles and pancakes oozing with syrup, troughs of yogurt, fruit, and steaming oatmeal all floated before the canine, and still-waking dragon, who finally peeled open an eyelid to take in the starting feast.

“Rrrrrrr…today's the big day, huh? Ready t'get started -grrrrrrfhfhffh- pup?" The tubby drake streeeeeeeetched all his limbs out, squashing that gluorrrphing dragonbelly firmly into Ell's face and side, very much intentional, and prompting a brighter blush from the mangoyed.

“Rrhhhf, yup! I'm gonna eat every bite!" The canine sleepily giggled and wobble-wagged heavily, his own heft glunking about.

“Mmmh, that's what I like to hear~ now then, open wide, honey…" the rabbit grinned, guiding over the first platter, steaming scrambled eggs piled high.

The rest of the day was an absolute smorgasbord: both Lilly and Bruk encouraged the canine onward with every bite, applying plenty of rubs and kneads to the swelling stomach, with the drake letting more and more steaming dollops of drool to splut upon his dinners' head and bulk. Tray after tray was emptied down the canines' gullet, as Bruk and Lilly both kneaded and massaged the swelling mass of mangoyed, and the camera drones zipped around, filming every pound being packed away. The drake especially took great pleasure in sinking his great mitts into the sides of the canine, mooshing and glUORRNKkhing his dinners' stomach contents about, helping break down the vast mountain of food being digested into more doggo. While he had been gorging and glutting quite a bit over the week, it seemed Lilly had really outdone herself in the bakery for her and Bruks' guest; easily thrice the amount she had been providing the past few days, there was a never-ending parade of hover-trays floating up to the glutoyed, and within moments would float away, completely emptied into the growing fois gras doggo.

Bruks' belly grew more and more impatient as the day carried on, growling and rumbling louder and louder with every passing hour, with the kneadings becoming more firm, claws clutching onto the blubbery, bloating flanks of his feast.

“MMmhfffgg….you smell so good, pup….you sure I can't just eat you now?" The drake would tease occasionally, prompting a just as teasey bop from his wife on the snout, not that it stopped the canine from blushing fiercely, nearly choking on a throatful of shephards pie.

The hungry drake used his honeyed words all day on the burgeoning doggo, praising him on his gains, the determination to take in all this food, and coaxing the canine into bite after bite of savory treats, all while using those powerful dragonpaws to massage and squeeze over his feast, and applying plenty of hot, honey-scented slurrrrrrrrpphs across his girthening rolls.

Lilly was just as helpful as well, guiding the trays from the kitchen to the terrace, which was rapidly being taken up by the bloating fois gras canine. She would also join her husband in lavishing praise upon the pooch, whilst sliding bites of food past his greasy lips.

It was about evening time when the camera drone sensors registered that the mangoyed had breached three thousand pounds finally, as he was over halfway finished with a towering carrot cake Lilly had crafted. A small celebratory fanfair sounded off from the fleet of drones covering the feast, prompting the honeydragon to grunt, heaving himself to his feet.

“I think it's about time to give this pup his final cream filling, Love," Bruk rumbled, once he gulped down one of the dragon-sized muffins fully. Lumbering up to his main course, one of the camera drones swiveled to capture the reveal of the drakes' regal sceptre, an intricate pattern of gold and obsidian black weaving around the various ridges and spines of the enormous length. Multiple feet of turgid dragoncock throbbed, leaking and splurting gooey ropes of precum across the floor.

Ell was still working down mawfuls of carrot cake, cream cheese frosting smeared across his lips as he felt the dragon's hot breath upon his backside, and one of those huge paws grasping and pulling apart his double-poundcake of a rump. Shuddering and trying to swallow down his food, Lilly only tsk'd, and pushed another slice past his lips, prompting nervous whines from the already-stuffed samoyed.

“Now now, puppy, I know you'll do fine this time. I'll be here to make sure you don't lose a single drop~" the rabbit churred reassuringly, while stuffing yet another enormous slice of cake into the mangoyed's muzzle, cheeks bulging with all the delectable cake.

The canine muffledly whined past his mouthful, squirming atop his swollen stomach as Bruk wedged his broad snout up under Ells' tail, that hot breath steaming the deep crevasse of the doggo's asscrack, and helping the drake pry them apart all the easier. That sauna breath was soon blasting against the samoyeds' much plumper pucker, still spread around the massive cumplug the drake had left behind during his last pumping session. The blubberdog huffed and sputtered as he felt the dragons' hot, slimy tongue suddenly bathe his backside in even hotter dragondrool, plenty of the steamy slime oozing down over the bloboyeds' immense backside, seeping into the various folds of flab. Happy growls filled the air as the honeydrake sampled his main course once again, sluorphing and suckling over that delicious doggo derriere, and prompting all manner of happy whines and wiggles from the beached borker.

Just as Ell was starting to worry about the plug coming loose, Bruk withdrew from his onslaught on the canines' orifice, and stood up to step over the samoyed. Suddenly all that dragon bulk was sliding across the bloated canines' back, squashing him down a little bit into the floor, and pressing his head into that raucous cacophony of greedy, hungry sounds coming from Bruks' belly. That stomach called out to the samoyed, bluorphing and glunking directly into its' morsels ear, so eager to engulf the doomed doggo entirely.

The massive mangoyed managed to glurrkh down the cakeslices in his muzzle just in time for the hungry honeydrake to line himself up, and begin to step forward; fat globs of precum glurphed across the samoyeds' rump and lower back, further coating him in a savory glaze, before that twitching cocktip squelched into those cheeks, parting them easier than a sea, and delved all the way into the waiting donut. With an even louder and raunchier spLUORCH, the plug was pushed fully inside by the sheer girth of that dragon cum cannon. Ell barely opened his mouth to moan before Lilly just crammed another slice into his mess-laden muzzle.

“Ah ah puppy, an empty mouth is a hungry mouth! We're just prepping you from both sides, this time~" The bunny beamed, her apron tented and visibly stained from her own arousal, as her husband growled overhead, chuffing as he took another step forward, spPLUORPPHing his fat, blunt tip into the calorific canine, and stuffing another foot into the stuffed bowels.

Ell wanted to howl at the top of his lungs in pleasure, but another slice of cake silenced him properly, still dutifully chewing and swallowing as fast as he could; by the sounds of Bruks' belly, it was going to be a race to try and finish all the food!

Another step, and another couple feet schluorrphed from view, the bloboyed jiggling and barely budging from his sheer density and weight, even as the massive drake was just another couple feet from fully hilting and breeding the canine. Lilly was quick with her paws, keeping Ell's muzzle constantly working over and swallowing down bite after bite of delicious, fattening foods.

The samoyeds' own buried doggycock was twitching, ready to unleash yet another sticky load deep into his much, much fatter fupa rolls. That final step of the honeydrake pushed the canine into yet another climax, prompting tight clenches over the stiff cannon taking up his backside, and milking out even more gushes of hot dragonpre.

Once he was fully hilted, Bruk chuffed, flex-flaring himself inside his guest, and sending a powerful gush of goo deep through the samoyeds' guts. Leaning his head down to check beneath him, the drake winked to his wife.

“How's my dinner doin, honeybun? Still in one piece, I hope? He's still a bit tight back here, but he seems t'be handling all of me just fine~" Loud gluorrrrgghles and bluorphs filled Ell's head from above, the drake clearly eager for his feast.

“Oh he's doing just swell, Love! Your doggy dinner definitely can fit more~ Isn't that right, puppy? Now open wide, here comes the cheese steak choo-choo train!". Lilly had finished the cake, and was now guiding a train of hover-trays over, convoying along a foot-wide, twenty-foot-long deep-fried cheesesteak sandwich, packed with juicy meats, deep-fried and stuffed peppers, onion rings, and all held together with hunks of gooey cheese, inside a thick and crunchy fried shell, which was coated in thick dollops of BBQ sauce.

Ell wiggle-wagged upon the royal shaft impaling him, just as Bruk grinned, reared his heftier hips back just a smidge, before sPLURCH-bucking into the doggo's backside. The canine would have yelped, had he not been quickly silenced by the dutiful rabbit, who stuff-slotted the ridiculous sandwich end into the bloboyeds' greasy muzzle.

Glunkkh, Ell huffed around his newest snack, more preoccupied with the even larger, still-leaking fucklog in his guts, stretching his backside out in ways not seen since the canines' much younger days. Buckets of precum were pumping almost directly into his straining stomach, made all the worse by the drakes' own belly squashing down heavily from above.

Glurrrrkh, more and more of that deep fried submarine slid past the doggos' lips, all the grease, frosting, glazes, and sauces all helping glide the sandwich to the samoyed stomach. The honeydrake above once more reared back, and thrust fully into that scrumptious rump, this time continuing on to properly cream-fill his feast. Even with the mighty dragons' stregnthening bucks, Ell had been fattened enough to remain steadfast to his spot, though powerful shakes and ripples traveled through the entirety of all that dogfat and fluff.

Ger-LUNKKH! Ell actively homped at the sub, the ravenous sounds of the dragons' appetite snarling at the samoyed to glut and gorge, all to be the best meal possible. The doggo did not want to disappoint, timing his greedy HOMPHS with every thrust from behind.

GLRRRRRRKH!! Feet of the monstrous sandwich vanished in seconds, nearly halfway finished after merely a few ground-shaking thrusts.

As Bruk chuffed and snarled overhead in mounting pleasure, Ell signalled to Lilly to give him a hand with the last part, who deftly hopped back to start pushing. On the next thrust from the drake, the samoyed relaxed his throat, and with a good shove from the rabbit…

sSHLUORRRRKHH!!! The entire deep-fried calorie torpedo was fully launched into the depths of the doggos' stomach, actually managing to bulge out that massive middle, if only for a moment.

The honeydrake, who had been holding off all week for this feast, needed only just that sort of provoking, before a deafening roar was let loose into the sky, easily heard throughout the entire city.

Those packed dragonballs yanked up tight, and the entire ridged length of dragoncock bulged from base to tip, before a geyser of dragon-hot cum erupted into Ell's stomach. That bloated belly buLLLGGged out with that first shot, an audible bluUORRT sounding out before the next made an even bigger bulge! The samoyed could only grunt, throat still partially packed with the deep-fried depth charge sub, as his stomach was rapidly pumped full of so, so, SO much dragonspunk.

Thrust after thrust, throb after throb, Ell's belly bloated out further and further, stomach straining and stretching more and more. It'd been ages since being stuffed even remotely this much, and the canine was quickly surpassing his lifefime records! Thick, drool-matted fur was stretched thinner and thinner as the bloboyed was bloated bigger and bigger! Ballooning out to the sides at first, the samoyed was soon pushing up on the drake enough to actually begin lifting him upwards!

This didn't go unnoticed by Bruk, who gruffed and snarled as he slammed his cock as deep as he could, spreading those doughy dogcheeks fully, flexing and straining his loins to drain every drop he possibly could into his Fois Gras Doggo. Hundreds of gallons of steaming-hot dragon batter glunked and swirled about in the samoyeds' stomach, mixing with the thousands of pounds of stewing, barely digested foodstuffs. Ell Glrrkhed heavily, feeling the pressure building at the base of his throat.

Lilly was on top of it, having clambered up the bloating canine's front, and guiding another hover-tray over, carrying a special treat this time: an exquisitely-crafted cake, a to-scale replica of her husbands cock, complete with plenty of pre-cum 'glaze' drooled over, and filling the enormous delicacy, provided by her husband, with plenty more leaking from the tip. The only difference was the bulbous knot that formed a 'base' of sorts. Ell just barely registered the food nearby through the intense mix of pleasure and pain from being stretched quite literally like a well-used canine condom, still struggling to keep the swirling sea of seed and food down, but determination won out, and that grease and glaze-caked muzzle opened wide.

Shlrkh-glLLLNNNKKhh! The canine yawned his jaws as wide as he could, relaxing his gullet once more so Lilly had an easier time of slotting her husbands' faux phallus into the doggo, biting her lip and undoing her apron finally, so she could properly slot her own shaft between the canine's deepened moob cleavage. Bruk chuffed overhead, having eased most of his weight to his hind legs, as well as the thrusts into his dinner.

“Hrrrfhf…hufff….Goodness, that felt -divine-..." the dragon panted out finally, dense steam clouds billowing from his jaws, and more wafting from his immense bulk. Still rolling his hips into the pooches' posterior, the honeydrake continued to flex his member, pulsing errant gushes into the taut dogtummy he now clutched the sides of.

glLRRRKKHHh!! Ell swallowed along, the fear of anything coming up fading fast as he stretched his jaws over the ridges and spines of the sugary, savory dragoncock. Precum glaze smeared over the canine's muzzle regardless, adding to the delicious mess covering the mangoyeds' entire front. The rabbit panted as she plowed Ell's tits, making a mess of her own as she unleashed her own globs of precum upon his matted fur.

ger-LUNKKHhh~ The doggo groaned around his treat, somewhere feeling his own doggycock unloading yet another sticky mess into his flabby folds, squashed tight by the ocean of dragonspunk stewing in his belly now. With a push from Lilly, another few feet of cake cock schLUORRPPhed from view, a heady huff leaving her lips as she neared her own climax, her groin a sticky mess of crumbs, grease, butter, sauces, meat juices, creams, and all manner of errant foodbits, being stirred together by the baker bunnies' twitching cock.

gllLLLLLKKkkkh!!! Finally, the knot of the dragoncock squashed against the glutoyeds' lips, who gurgle-groooooaned heavily. His view was fully taken up by the massive knot, easily twice the diameter of the shaft, and straining his jaws as it demanded entry to his greedy gullet. Audible glunks and glorps came from within the dense breading and glaze, hinting at the contents within that swollen bulb.

With a final shove from the rabbit, that knot scHLUORRkkhed past the doggo's lips, bulging out the numerous neckrolls as it sank down into the depths of the doughball dog. Lilly finally shoved herself over the edge as well, burying her face into a neckroll as she cried out, and splURCHed her own sticky load into Ell's cleavage.

As the samoyed gerLUNKKHd that knot fully down, Bruk and Lilly were both panting, sweaty messes as they rode out the ends of their respective orgasms. Until the dragon's belly let out a gutteral, angry-sounding roar, that is.

“I don't know about you, honeybun, but I don't think I can wait any longer for dinner…that filling really got me hungry. Plus, I think any more, and the poor pup might actually burst~" Bruk chortled at the last bit, chuffing as he began to slide himself free of his meal. As he unsheathed his royal sceptre, a series of flexes would leave the canines' entire guts plugged up with the drakes' special goop. That didn't stop there from being a raunchy shPLUORRPPHh, and a splatter of errant goop as the honeydrake popped fully free.

“Mmmhf…As much as I was hoping to get all this food in him, I know you've been a very patient dragon~" The raunchy rabbit positively beamed to the doggo though.

“Oooooh gosh, puppy! You did such a fantastic job!!! Now it's time for you to be Good Fois Gras Doggo, and be as delicious as can be for my honeydrake here!"

Ell was too bloated to wiggle, much less wag. After some gurgles and grunts, a titanic bwuoOOAARRRRRRPPPhh shook the entire samoyed from nose to fupa, followed by a huffy, “I think I can fit more…"

Bruk belly-laughed at that, and Lilly just grew flustered once again, even as she slid down from the beached doggo.

“Let's get you cooking in my gut, pup, before you're too big for me to eat!" The great honeydrake shifted himself back a little, bringing his broad snout back down to huff that steaming breath across the canines' cum-splattere rump and back. At his widest, Ell was probably as wide as the dragons' own belly, a great feat in its own right, but that didn't seem to daunt the golden drake in the slightest.

Those huge mitts swung forward to grasp at the canines' tiret stacks for legs, squash-squelching the samoyeds' soaked thighs together, and hoisting them up to his muzzle, giving a teasing, toying slrrrrrrrrph across the wiggling footpaws.

Ell squirmed, managing to twist his neckrolls enough to see those glistening jaws part, rows of sharp fangs lining the drooling, steaming maw. Ropes of drool oozed from the roof, and upon his wriggling ankles and legfat.

~Homph~

Bruk growllllled in satisfaction at that first full taste, suckling over the canines' legs for only a moment before that hunger really kicked in. Those jaws spread once again. but much, much wider this time, jaw and tongue sliding under the bloboyeds' belly, cheeks stretching to encompass more and more of that blubbery rump, and a powerful gLLRRRRRRRKKKHHhh had Ell being pulled back, and bulging into the honeydrakes' gullet! It felt so hot, the steam of the dragons' breath billowing from those nostrils, loosening up all the gunk and drool that had caked up over the delicious doggo.

GLLLRRRRRRRKKKKHHhhh, those draconic jaws stretched further over the samoyeds' rear, being very careful to not sink those teeth into the blubbery canine….too much at least. Happy, hungry growls were soon intermingled with gutteral moans of satisfaction, the dragon suckling and slurping over his feast as another HOMPH-GLLLLLNNKKKhh would claim more of the flabulous pup, bulging out the honeydrakes neck even further.

“Goodness Ell, I haven't seen my husband enjoy a meal this much in quite some time, even with my cooking!". The rabbit leaned up to smooch one of the sloboyeds' chins, “Have fun in there, sweetie~"

Lilly stepped back just as her hubby's mitts clutched at the doggos' ballooned sides, pulling him back with another gluttonous GLUORRRRKKHhh!!! Ell's legs and hips were fully swallowed down, squeezed over by the stupendously powerful muscles of the drakes' esophagus. Now those jaws were homphing over the canines' widest part, with minimal difficulty!

Another jiggling shudder ran through the bloboyed as another climax splurted into his fupa; the canine had been so aroused this whole time, he had just been experiencing rolling orgasms, his underbelly a sopping, sticky mess, even without all the dragon drool and cum! Despite the tightness of Bruks' gullet, it wasn't enough to make Ell worry about anything getting squeezed back up his own throat.

GRRRR-LRRRKKKHhh, the globe of samoyed belly steadily sank past those jaws, a massive bulge stretching the neckfur of the dragon as he gorged; it was so tight in the drakes' gullet, powerful ripples and clenches embracing the samoyed, welcoming him to his new home.

Finally though, as the entirety of that bloated belly shlUOOOORRRRKKKkhh'd past those drooling dragonjaws, Ell grunt-yelped as he was suddenly heaved upwards! With an even mightier grunt, Bruk managed to slide his paws under his neckbulge, and hoist his head and neck skyward!

The fois gras doggo was treated to a beautiful view of the city, gleaming lights in the cool night air, as clouds of hot dragonbreatj billowed up around him.

GLRRRRRKKKH~ those jaws were creeping up around the mangoyeds' chest, tongue sluorrrrrrpging up to tease and curl around the many, many neckrolls.

This was it. With a long, lurid swallow, Ell was drawn entirely into that greedy dragonmaw. Golden tongueflesh shluorphed and shlucked across his face and flabby chestrolls. The strongest clinax yet rocked through the samoyed, some of that creamy mess managing to burble up through the tightly squashed rumpcheeks and thighs, and down the drakes' undulating gullet..

Bit by bit, Ell shluork-sank into the awaiting gullet, that slathering maw muscle slopping and bathing him once again in that syrup-thick dragon drool, hot to the touch, but not as hot as all the searing-hot breath walfting up and over the samoyed. Blubber-laden arms were squashed upwards as the sides of the dragons' jaws came up from beneath, whilst those fangs slowly closed up over the canine feasts' head with a gentle clack.

Gentle as it was, that sound was deafening for the doggo. He was still sinking, light barely peeking through the cracks of those drool-soaked fangs, but another powerful GRRRLLLLRRRRRRRRRRKKKHHhh had the samoyeds' shoulders finally get dragged into that stifling esophagus. Drool poured over the doggos head, and into his huffing, sputtering muzzle. It was hot enough to cut through all the grease, nearly burning the samoyeds' own tongue as he glrrrked down the dense fluids.

GLLLLLLLLLLRRRRPPPPHHhh~ the full weight of the fois gras doggo finally took hold, gravity aiding the greedy honeydrake in easing his gargantuan feast down his neck. Flesh closed over Ell's head, dunked and washed down with a mawful of saliva; rippling throatflesh schluorkhed and squashed over his immense bulk, sinking further and further, tighter and tighter until his footpaws were stuffed against the dragons' cardia.

Grunting heavily, Bruk raised his paws up to help push his main course downward, and took another GLRRRRRRRKKKH, the strongest squeezes yet compacted the canine so tightly, there was a brief moment of worry, until that cardia flexed, stretching to accept the bloboyed.

The GERRRLUNNNKKH that followed was supremely, deliciously, utterly saisfying for all parties involved, as Ell was deposited fully into that waiting dragon cauldron, that immense lump dropping down between the drakes' front legs, and bouncing down completely into that belly.

Bruk groooooaned loudly, his gut almost sagging to the floor between his hind legs, almost squashing his still-stiff dragoncock.

“Hooouughgh…Goodness, that pup was -spectacular-“ The drake slurrrppphed across his drool-smeared lips, his paws cradling and giving testing jostles of his midsection.

“He looked absolutely scrumptious, I'm so happy you enjoyed the big cutie, darling."

Ell barely muffled a yelp when he practically dropped down into Bruks' belly, thankful to have as smooth an arrival as he did.

It was hot. So hot. Not just erotically. but temperature-wise too. The flaboyed almost immediately registered the heat of the dragons' stomach, as the gorgeous, glimmering stomach lining squeezed and contracted over the calorie-bomb canine. Iridescent, glowing gold and purple flesh oozed more and more assumed stomach acids over the samoyed, who barely had time to try and get comfy before his surroundings suddenly shifted and glOOOUUOORRRPPphed him about, as Bruk himself got more comfortable on the open patio, reclining onto his back upon a pile of dragon-spec cushions, his wife joining him by clambering up atop the immense dome of dragonbelly, starting to knead into the many bulges their dinner guest was making from within.

“Well now you just need to finish up all this food Ell paid for, dear, we wouldn't want it to go to waste, do we?" the rabbit giggled and winked up to her hubby, who smirked back, giving his fois-gras packed belly a teasing wobble, sloshing the bloboyed about within.

The canine was well and truly food now; already being spoken of in the past tense, openly enjoyed for simply his flavors and how filling he was. He was beginning to actually melt from the sheer heat of the drakes' stomach, almost any thought blotted out by the orchestra of gutteral, sloppy sounds engulfing the samoyed, and now about to be buried in even more food. Ell was in utter bliss.

As Bruk rubbed along the sides of his belly, Lilly directed all the remaining hover-trays to her husbands waiting jaws; like the regal glutton that he was, the doggo-stuffed dragon just lay his head back, parting his drooling maw and letting his tongue roll free.

Huffing and rubbing over the inside of his new, permanent home, the fois gras doggo was just settling in as more noisy, raunchy sounds of swallowing came from nearby. Within moments, half-chewed burgers, fried chicken, and onion rings, all mixed with more of the drakes' drool, surged in from behind the samoyed's head. Steady, regular GLRRRRKKKHhs sounded off, sending mawful after mawful of delicious foods pouring in over the canine; it wouldn't be long before he was halfway-buried in burbling, stewing slop, the food fairing far worse in the dragons' cauldron.

“Mmmmhf, it was wonderful getting to meet you, Ell, if you can hear me in there~ now be a good pup, and digest into a whole lot more of my handsome husband~" Lilly coo'd through the bloated dragonguts, turning back to eye up her hubbys' proudly-throbbing spire of arousal, splurting fat globs of precum from its tip as the dragon reveled in his gluttony. The rabbit was also still quite eager to sate both hers and her honeydrakes' needs, as she scooted herself back, and stuck a leg out to hook that turgid member with a large bunnyfoot. Pulling it closer, the horny lapine threw caution to the wind, hiking her hips up and taking a seat upon that tip with a sticky splrrrrch.

Chuffing around a mawful of pizza, Bruk resisted the urge to buck upwards, instead having a clear enough head to swing his tail around, curling the narrower tip around Lilly's waist for support, but also giving her a small push downward upon that royal spire of lust. With a cry of ecstasy, the rabbit was spread quite wide by the throbbing cannon, already pumping that hot precum through the bunnies' guts.

As more and more food dumped in over him, Ell just leaned his head back, and opened his own muzzle, letting the already-been-chewed buffet of food pour down his gullet, along with plenty more scalding-hot dragon drool, and more of those even hotter stomach acids. The foodoyed didn't really mind it much after a few gulps of that mess, the heat quickly soaked through his thoroughly fattened frame, the feeling of actually melting only growing more real as the seconds and swallows wore on. Higher and higher, the level of stewing, burbling food rose around the calorie canine, even as he continued to gorge till the very end.

As Ell was finally fully submerged in the contents of the dragons cauldron, a smile tugged at his chubbified cheeks, truly excited for what was next.

Even with his belly completely packed, Bruk continued to glut, since there was still more food to be eaten. Mawful after mawful further buried his fois gras feast, that belly of his steadily swelling larger and larger, a true testament to his appetite! The feeling of so much food in his gut, along with the mango flavors still seeped into his taste buds, finally pushed the drake over he edge for the second time that night.

With a muffled, gargled snarl, Bruk let slip one teensy thrust into his wife, eliciting a yelp as she was stuffed stupendously full, until that steaming-hot spunk bLUORRTted up into her belly, the bunny gasp-wheezing and moaning with every gush from her husband, her own belly swelling and ballooning outward with at least a few dozen gallons, until both the pressure, and Lillys' squirms, popped her husband free, and quickly dousing her in the rest of that erupting load. Panting and collapsing atop of her husbands' still-swelling gut, the rabbit clutched at her gut, heavy glunks and gluorphs coming from her middle, though it was hard to tell which were her own, and which were from her honeydrake.

The dragon in question still had a few more trays worth of food to clear, but it only took mere moments for them to be emptied into the great drakes' muzzle.

With a final clack of his jaws, the bloated, swollen honeydrake let his head fall back fully, grasping at and gently rocking his ludicrously large belly back and forth. It had been stuffed to near-spherical levels, taut with barely any give, so much food was quite a weight upon even the mighty dragon, who finally let out a rolling, gutteral moan.

That is, until the burbling in the drakes' guts grew louder and louder, building in intensity and shifting through Bruks' bulk, before he suddenly lurched his head upward, the gurgles becoming a thunderous rumble, bulging out the dragons neck, until…

BBBWWWWWWUUUOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!! The last words of the samoyed traveled for miles across the city, heard by many.

Lilly would later swear she saw a shockwave travel from her husband's jaws, having to clasp her long bunny ears tightly shut to keep from going deaf. Despite being ballooned out quite a bit herself, the rabbit would manage to crawl across the still-prone dragon, before cuddling up to his glaze-smeared cheeks, planting an affectionate smooch on her husbands' broad snout.

“Mmmmhf….you ready for some shuteye, my big hungry honeydrake?"

Another, much smaller bwrrrrrrrrppph, and subsequent reciprocative nuzzle would be her response.?“I love you, honey, sweet dreams. And sweet dreams, Ell, you big cutie…" the rabbit yawned, before snuggling up nice and cozy to her space heater of a husband. The two would have some of the best sleep of their lives.

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~Post-Digestion Scat Warning~

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A week later, with a rush of cool night time wind, Bruk landed on all fours as lightly as he could, into the heart of the city, but still came down with quite the 'thud', rattling a few windows nearby.

“Shuuuush!" Lilly hissed to her now much-fatter husband.

“Urph…hurffhh….sorry dear…s'hard being quiet when I'm so full!" The blubbery drake huffed and panted, his belly sagging heavily, and pancaking slightly across the cool pavement. Heavy gluorrrrghhghgs and blrrrphs burbled up through those fresh, deep layers of pudge, the remnants of the canine feast quite ready to be let loose.

Glancing over at the van as he extended a wing for his wife to slide down, the dragon snorted, failing to stifle a hearty chortle.

“Wait, it's this guy?! I've heard about him from some of your customers, he's a total swine!" This time, the drake didn't bother holding back a chuckle. “I'm gonna enjoy this…"

Lilly hurriedly swung her own much-heavier figure off her husbands' back, and down his wing to the sidewalk, clutching her purse, a long thick dowel rod sticking out. The rabbit had gained quite a bit from her husbands' last load, wearing a loose robe over her ill-fitting clothing; she was practically bursting from her top and shorts underneath, breasts and butt jiggling with every step up to the van, and belly sagging low over her tenting arousal.

Fishing around in her purse, the larger lapine pulled out the keyring Ell had provided the couple; with a press of a button, the van let out a soft beep, blinked it's hazards, and clicked unlocked.

Grinning the whole time, Lilly quickly swung open the drivers-side door, and hopped up into the seat, pulling out a folded note of instructions Ell had left her.

“Let's see, foot on the brake, and…" pressing a button, the keyfob in her paw first beeped, before another beep sounded off somewhere in the vehicle, followed by the dashboard lighting up. Another button, and the driver's window slid all the way down.

Once finished, Lilly slid down from the drivers seat, clacking the door shut again.

“Alright honey, it's showtime!" The rabbit pulled out her camera drones, tapping them on to start recording her husband, who had been not-so-patiently doing the 'I need to use the bathroom' tapdance, sending rumbles through the ground.

Swinging his larger bulk around, the golden drake hiked up his tail, backing himself up until that wide rump of his bumped up against the van. Already, the dragons' meaty pucker was bulging outward with all the waste held inside, but as soon as Bruk had lined himself up, he unclenched.

With a blissful mix of a sigh and growl, the a powerful fffrrRRRRRRNNNNTTTTTtttt billowed in through the van window, quickly silenced as the first log began to spread that dragon pucker. A bleached white skull peeked through the crest of the turd, as it steadily slid free of Bruks' bowels, and splurrching upon the drivers' seat. Once the flow started however, it only sped up, as more and more lengths of steaming-hot ex-samoyed dumped free of those powerful guts, rapidly piling up over the drivers seat, and over into the passenger area

Huffing and snorting out steamy clouds, Bruk began to push on his bowels, a barely muffled sPLUORRT shaking the van as a few gas pockets burst free, splattering chunks of what was once the driver of the vehicle all over the interior. The flow of greasy dragonshit continued to increase, but soon the harder-packed logs gave way to softer, muckier waste; rancid sludge poured out over the drivers seat piles, flooding the rest of the van bit by bit.

“Mmmmhf, great start, honey, keep going~" The rabbit was grinning ear to lop ear, sauntering into cameraframe to press into her hubbys' much doughier sides. She bit her lip as she felt the long coils of dragon dung shifting and sluicing through those strained guts. That cute, floofy samoyed had been thoroughly churned up with all that food, nothing but tiny bits of fur and bone amongst easily thousands of pounds of hot, sludgey dragonshit, all of it pouring out and seeping into every corner of the van.

Another wet bbBBRRRAAAAAPPHHh absolutely plastered the inside of almost every window, Bruk letting his tongue roll free as fully relaxed his hindquarters, leaning more of his haunches upon the creaking van-turned-toilet. Ell continued to dump free of the drakes' derriere, utterly burying his old workstation, his boss' chair, and now the entire floor, piling up higher and higher, and causing the van to squat harder and harder under the immense dragon dump. Another eruption of gas finally knocked over the clothing rack in the back of the van, hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of customers' luxury clothing splatting into the brown, sticky mire, and getting swallowed up by the pile of ex-XXXL-samoyed. Satin linens and delicate fabrics were quickly soiled and soaked through with the vile sludge, ruined beyond recognition. The doggo would be delighted, were he not being pushed out of the dragons' guts.

Steadily, Bruks' belly shrank, as the windows inside were being covered up by the immense dump from within, the suspension creaking loudly until finally snap-CRASHing, the entire van lurching down, the drake huffing as his heft dented into the roof with his tailbase. That crash set off the alarms, but within moments, the fusebox mounted under the drivers' seat shorted out from all the mucky ex-samoyed. The cameras caught all of it in high-definition, with one camera zooming in on the rising levels of dragonshit packed into the defeated van.

As the alarms sputtered out, Lilly let out a barely-muffled cry, painting her husbands' bellysides in her own sticky mess, some even dribbling upon the pavement below, whilst Bruk came to the end of his bowel movement. Ell squelched and schluorped freely into the van, a couple windows starting to crack from the inside pressure, but thankfully the dragon's pucker finally began to clench and taper off as the last errant logs and squelches of dragonshit pushed out into the thoroughly-ruined van.

Once finished, Bruk huffed as he heaved himself up fully, raising his rump off the destroyed vehicle with a grin tugging at his muzzle, leaning his long neck around to nuzzle at his wife.

“Well, all done here. It was nice t'meet Ell, and even nicer to gorge on him~" the drake rumbled out, as Lilly chrrrrrr'd, hugging around her hungry hubbys' snout.

“Hfff, he was so cute and sweet, but I think he looks even happier now, both in the van, and on here~" The rabbit giggled, pressing into the much softer sides of her honeydrake, the golden-furred tummy gluorrphing noisily under her paw.

“Gosh he was sweet, for sure…" The dragon slurphed over his lips, reminiscing of the canines' fruity flavors, even as his remains steamed within the van. “You ready to go now, honeybun?" The drake carefully turned about to survey his work, grinning toothily at the sight of the crooked wheels, a couple of the tires even flattened from the weight. The camera drones gathered their final shots of the van, one even zipping in through the open window to get some up close beauty shots of the ex-samoyed. A vast landscape of visibly-steaming dragonshit stretched through the entire length of the van, piled high and reaching up across almost every window, and even the ceiling of the vehicle. A few clothing racks and hangers peeked from the burbling mire, the entire van now an utter biohazard.

Scooping up her purse, Lilly pulled the dowel rod out, with Ell's resignation notice tacked to the end, simply reading, “I Quit". Standing on her tippy-toes, the rabbit shoved the rod into the pile of digested mangoyed with a thick squelllllsh.

“All set! Let's go-OOPH" The rabbit barely stifled a yelp as he husband ducked between her legs from behind, scooping her up with his snout and hup-hopping her along the top of his noggin with bounces of his head, and sliiiiiding her back to her saddle on his back via his neck.

“Fuck you Tom, enjoy the mess! And bye Ell, it was amazing to meet you!" The pair bid their latest friend adieu, before Bruk spread his wings, and flew off into the cool night, camera drones zipping along behind.

Suffice to say, Tom did not take the resignation notice well. Sucks to be him.