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"Hey, give me some couch room, will ya?"

"Hmph. I forgot how wide you were, Dave!"

"Not as wide as you, Venio!"

Dave, a grey dragon, was certainly in the need of some couch space. Especially after a long day at the lab! Although he supposed that Venio, a baker by profession, needed most of it, being a dragon-taur and all. He watched on as Venio shifted into a more compact position, sitting with all 4 legs on the couch, and then Dave finally plopped down. In front of them, the TV played... The news, by the look of it.

"So, how was your day?" Dave asked his roommate.

"Busy." The dragon-taur, covered in red and black scales, sighed. "I baked more today than I've baked in a week."

"That sounds like a lot. Maybe more than the amount of reports I have to write for next week..."

"Hah! It sounds like we're both busy."

"Well-" Dave was cut short when he heard a loud, deep rumbling coming from Venio. "You hungry, big guy?"

"Well, yeah! What are you gonna cook up?"

"Me?" Dave scoffed. "I'm terrible at cooking. You do it."

"Man. You think I wanna cook after a day of baking? Please, just-"

Their argument was cut short by the doorbell buzzing. Dave and Venio looked at each other, looked at the door, and looked back at each other.

"Did you order delivery?"

"No."

"Me neither. Well, let's see..." Dave got up off the couch and walked over to the door. Opening it, he revealed a very unexpected sight.

In the door was a red sergal, dressed in a fast food worker's uniform, a white polo bearing the logo of the town's local burger joint, the famous Burger Hut. Behind him was a cart rolling in a huge box of some sort, also plastered with the Burger Hut logo. This looked like a bit more than a delivery...

"Hello! Is this Venio Darcony?" the person said.

"Venio!" Dave yelled back to his taur friend. "Looks like you did get something delivered!" At that, Venio sighed and got off the couch, flexing his wings as he padded over to the door.

"Hey. I'm Venio. What's-" He looked at the box behind him and his eyes went wide. "Oooh..."

"Congratulations!" the sergal said. "You've won our Burgers For Life sweepstakes grand prize!"

"Ahah! I knew entering into all these things would pay off!" Venio about wooped for joy on the spot, ushering the person inside with the cart.

"I've got your day 1 shipment here, I'll be back to give you a fresh Burger Hut meal every day from here on out." He set down the cart in the living room, pushed the box off the cart, and wheeled it out.

"Have a nice day. Enjoy Burger Hut!"

Not even a second after the door closed, Dave and Venio were ripping open that box. Inside was exactly what the hungry dragons needed- Burgers! Dave pulled out at least a dozen... It seems they knew of a taur's appetite. Their eyes goggled as they kept pulling out burgers, fries, shakes... And this was just for today!

"Man. I'll never make fun of you again for applying to these things." Dave said softly, pulling out the last of the fast food.

"Damn straight." Venio unwrapped one burger and tore into it, just to give it a taste... Within a few bites , it was gone. Rumbling happily to himself, he scooped up a bunch of food and headed back towards the couch.

Dave picked up a burger, some fries, a soda... His appetite wasn't anywhere near his roommate's. Soon, he resumed his position on the couch, now paying more attention to the delicious burgers more than the TV.

And it sure was good. Every bite was bursting with flavor, meat juicy and layered with everything that made a burger good. Dave found himself completing his burger quickly! He watched Venio scarf down his food for a bit before going over and grabbing another burger.

Dave felt stuffed after the second thick burger, but Venio easily ate the rest. He could definitely see Venio's side bulge after all that food, his lower stomach gurgling loudly.

"UURRRRP", Dave belched. "I overdid it a bit..."

"Well, let's just not overdo it tomorrow." Venio laughed, grabbing the last carton of fries and snacking on them.

Dave slowly rubbed his stomach as they watched TV for the evening. He couldn't really believe that he was going to have fast food every day now... This diet could have an effect on him. He certainly hoped not, though!

* * *

The next day started as usual for Dave. He got up after Venio left for work, got ready, and went to the lab for his day's work. He had almost forgot about the events of the previous night... Until he got home, that is.

He walked into the living room to find the day's box of fast food already there, already open, and... Already in Venio's mouth. The taur was standing over the box, grabbing out some food, burger already inside his mouth.

"Already hungry, huh?" Dave said.

"Mmmmph!" Venio said, swallowing the burger. "Well, yeah...!"

"And I see you're already putting on some weight!" Dave said, grinning as he looked at the taur.

Dave was not kidding. Venio's once lean frame now had a hint of pudge on it, lower belly sagging a bit. That sure was fast... But Dave didn't think much of it, only giving his friend a playful nudge.

"Me? Fat? It'll never happen," Venio replied, giggling. He grabbed another burger and a milkshake, and plopped down on the couch. Dave grabbed a burger and sat down as well.

Dave slowly ate his, but the true star of the show was Venio. He practically inhaled his food, quickly going back for more... Before grumbling and dragging the box to the couch, where he gorged to his heart's content. Dave watched as burger after burger was consumed, some grease dribbling down Venio's chin. Venio didn't seem to care!

That one burger was all Dave got to eat, as Venio scarfed down the rest. Soon, he was out of food, prompting him to lean back, relax, and give off a belch. Both of his stomachs looked pretty distended with greasy, processed food...

"You sure you should be eating that much?"

"Oh, don't worry. Uhhh... Taur's appetite." Venio said, smiling.

"Well, okay! Don't come crying to me when you gain weight."

"Nothing's wrong with..." Venio said, before suddenly stopping. He then unleashed a loud, long FRRRRRTTTT from his rear, making Dave jump.

"Aw man! Side effects, I'm telling ya!" Dave said, holding his breath for a second.

"Hehehe. Sorry..."

* * *

Another day, another dollar... And another shipment of fast food for dinner. When Dave got home, he saw the same scene- Venio gorging on burgers with wanton abandon. The taur looked a lot chubbier already; everything from waist to cheeks looked wider today! Dave, of course, had to say something.

"Hey, fatso, leave one for me!" Dave said, poking Venio's side before grabbing a burger and plopping on the couch. Venio eyed Dave's burger all the way, making him a bit uncomfortable...

Dave's poke made Venio stop and huff. "You sure you want one?"

"Seeing as the side effects, maybe not!" Dave said, still unwrapping his burger and eating it.

Venio jumped up on the couch himself. There sure was a lot less room on the couch, Dave thought... "Well, more for me!" Venio said, gorging on a side of fries.

Dave huffed and tried to pay attention to the TV more than his fat friend. This lasted for a good ten minutes, even considering all the belches and farts his friend was emitting, until he had to look over to see what was going on.

Venio was on the last burger, groaning to himself as he stuffed it down into his bloated upper stomach. And perhaps more noticeable was Venio's arousal... Usually tucked into his sheath, it was now well, on display, ridges and all!

Dave quickly turned away. "Man! Put that away. What's gotten into you, I swear..."

Venio huffed and shifted over, concealing his arousal from view. "Ahh, well... All this food gets me a bit excited..."

"Well, a good burger gets me excited too, but you, bud..." Dave said, poking his friend once more, finger sinking into a layer of pudge. "You sure enjoy overdoing it."

"Someone's- UUURRRRP- gotta eat all these." Venio replied, blushing.

Dave left it at that, watching TV and eating his fast food. However, he couldn't really stop glancing over at his fat friend... He was used to seeing a more sleek, more muscular frame on the dragontaur, and now only a hint of past muscle poked through the growing layer of pudge. His upper stomach was even beginning to poke outwards, colliding with the bulge between his legs of his lower stomach. And that lower stomach sure looked bloated, an idea only backed up by his friend's loud farts. Even in the span of a few days, Venio had really let himself go... Dave blushed a little at the thought. He couldn't deny something was going on with Venio... And with his feelings, too.

He quickly realized he hadn't even been paying attention to the TV show. With a huff, he decided he needed to get away from all this, and excused himself from the couch.

* * *

In the morning before work, Dave weighed himself in at his bathroom scale. In that span of a few days, he'd gained 10 pounds! He tried to estimate how much Venio had gained, but he only knew it was much larger than his increase. He really had to not eat so much of that Burger Hut stuff, he thought, as he left the apartment...

He kind of dreaded to see that box of greasy burgers and fries as he got home... But what he saw first was something entirely different. From the front door, and trailing into the living room, was a thin streak of thick white material.

Dave immediately knew the cause: Venio had spilled one of those milkshakes! On the carpet, no less! He sighed, folded his arms, and stomped over to the living room. And the trail of the stuff winded right into the room, and up to the couch, where he found the culprit.

Venio had dragged the box of food right to the couch already, and had his head stuck right in the box, grabbing stuff. Dave looked, and saw the trail go right up the couch, and end... Not exactly where Dave expected.

There again was Venio's arousal, out and about and quite a bit larger than he remembered. From the tip was leaking a thin trail of... Cloudy liquid. That wasn't milkshake residue... The dragontaur was leaking pre in the house!

Dave could only stare at the erect dragontaur in disbelief. Eventually, Venio picked his head up out of the box, hands and mouth full of burgers, before unexpectedly locking eyes with his roommate. He stared for a moment...

Dave spoke first. "What the hell, dude?"

Venio looked at him like a deer in headlights. He swallowed the burger in his mouth with a single powerful gulp before saying a word, sweating more than a bit.

"I don't know! It just started, I swear! I had to wear a condom at work... But it was too full when I got home... And... UUURRRRRRP."

Dave sighed and closed his eyes. What was going on with Venio...? "I don't know what's going on with you, but... Please clean it up."

Venio blushed even more, lowering his head. "Ah, I would, but... It's hard to bend down now..." At those words, his member leaked another glob of pre, staining the couch further.

And Dave could see exactly why he couldn't bend down. Venio was even fatter than he remembered him being! His stance on the couch was wide, his sides beginning to sag with multiple rolls. His neck, even, was showing a double chin... And he felt the wind from that belch from across the room!

"Come on, man. I think you can stop eating for one second to..." Dave started, but trailed off as Venio unceremoniously dived his head back into the box to grab more to eat.

"Ugh. Fine. Just leave a burger for me, okay?" Dave huffed and stalked over to the broom closet. Time to clean...

While Venio continued to gorge on greasy food, Dave grabbed the stain cleaner and scrubbed the carpets. The stuff wouldn't come out, leaving the carpet darker in color... What a mess. Venio sure was getting messy... Both with his leakage and his messy eating.

Eventually, Dave gave up and went back to the couch. He tried to wedge himself between Venio's rump and the side, but he didn't fit comfortably. And all Venio did in response was grunt as he kept eating! He just sighed, sat in front of the couch, and fished a burger out of the crate before Venio could get to it.

He kept glancing over at Venio again as he ate his bit of fast food. This time, he didn't even bother telling him to cover up his indecency... He was already getting used to it. The grey dragon really did have mixed feelings about all of this...

Although one thing he had bad feelings about was all the gas Venio was emitting. The dragontaur carelessly let out a belch and fart at the same time, both loud, as Dave huffed and exited the room.

* * *

As Dave woke up the next day, he idly wondered what he'd find when he got home from work. Venio was making more and more of a mess as he gained weight... It was concerning really. He was certain he'd have to clean up some trails before work...

And then he heard noises. They were muffled, coming from the other room, and infrequent. They sounded like grunting and huffing noises... But from whom? Venio was at work, Dave thought to himself as he yawned and got out of bed. Better go check.

He cracked open the door and slipped out. The noises were coming from the living room, it seemed. He walked softly down the hall to find the source of the noise.

It was Venio.

Dave gasped and took a step back as he took in what he saw. Venio was laying on his back on the couch, facing opposite to Dave. And in the grip of his six limbs, two arms and four legs, was his arousal. He grunted and groaned as he stroked the thing, bloated and now almost coming to his head, as large as it was. Not to mention how much larger the taur was in girth- His belly spread cleanly over his sides now, and he could see the couch groan under its load. Dave knew exactly what he caught his friend doing in the act! On the couch, no less!

"Dude, what are you doing-"

That was all Dave could say before Venio yelped, let out a loud moan, and came. His member, positively hyper in size by now, twitched eagerly before exploding forth, all four balls providing an enormous helping of seed. The first jet hit Dave squarely in the head, knocking him back and making him splutter, vision suddenly obscured by warm, white fluid. With each jet, Venio convulsed, sending more cum splashing onto Dave, the wall, and the floor in equal measure.

Dave spat out the musky-smelling stuff and wiped some of it off of him as Venio groaned in front of him. When he could see again, he got up and looked sternly at the dragontaur, who was just laying there despite everything!

"Okay, first of all, why are you here right now?" Dave said.

"Well, UUUURRRRRP, I can't fit through the front door. So I had to call off of work." Venio replied.

"What? Already?" Dave sighed. "You have to go to work, though."

"I'd rather eat."

"I get that. But, uhh..."

"Don't worry about it, man! I'll sort things out!"

"And you're already sorting things out by blowing your load all over the house, I see! You're gonna clean this up, you know."

"Well, it's kinda hard like this... FFFFRRRRRTTT."

"Unlike you, I gotta go to work. I'm gonna be late as is. I want this clean when I get home!"

"Yeah, man, whatever." Venio sighed. This was quite unlike the embarrassed Venio of yesterday, Dave thought. What was going on...?

But the only things Dave had time for was a quick scraping off of his friend's seed and rushing out the door. He was late as is...

* * *

Other than having to lie about why he smelled like strong dragon musk all day, Dave's day at work was uneventful. Yet, he somehow knew something was going to happen the second he set foot in his apartment. He was dreading going home, really. He briefly considered renting a motel room for the night before unlocking his front door and stepping in.

And it was a bit like he expected, but so much more than he could have expected. The place, in one word, was damp. He counted at least 3 sticky pools of white stuff, not to mention trails of pre, as he entered the living room. The musky smell was almost enough to stop him in his tracks! And there was the perpetrator of all this, Venio, in the center.

He had smashed open the crate of fast food, and was gorging on food while furiously grinding against the floor lazily. He was aroused and hard while eating, looking to be taking care of two needs at once! And this was on top of his new size.

Now he could only be described as immense. His cheeks alone were puffed out and sagging. He now sported a double chin, making even a triple chin, as his necks rolls merged into his flabby chest and rotund upper gut. It jostled for space with his doublewide lower gut, the thing almost sagging over his member entirely, if it weren't so large itself. Even his tail was fat!

Dave was honestly scared at this point. He looked at the walls, and each one had at least one cumstain on it. This was not normal. And furthermore, Venio obviously didn't clean a thing!

"Venio! What is this?"

Venio growled and looked at him. "What's- BBBRRRAAAARRRP- what?"

"What's going on?"

"I'm eating! Leave me alone!"

Dave was in shock. How surly! Maybe he shouldn't mess with him...

As Dave looked on, the taut continued to speak. "Well, you can always join in. I can tell you're interested." He gestured vaguely towards Dave's groin before going back to snacking.

He was suddenly very aware of his own arousal at catching this scene! His own member was poking out of his genital slit, making Dave eep and blush softly. Was it the musk doing this...?

"Well... I could use some food!"

Venio growled, talking as he humped the floor. "Just one, though... It's all mine."

"Heh, heh... Sure...!" Dave sheepishly grabbed a burger and ran out of the room, trying his best to hide his nethers as he rushed into his room.

He didn't eat the burger. He couldn't really stomach it after seeing what was happening! Plus, he didn't want to gain any more weight; Dave was already a bit chubby from fast food.

He had better plans for the burger.

* * *

In the morning, his satchel of work stuff contained one more bit of stuff- A burger, to be specific. All he had to do was sneak this thing out of the house...

Luckily, sneaking past the taur was simple when he was so preoccupied with playing with himself all day. He caught a glimpse of him as he silently crept out into the front hall; Venio had gained even more weight in this short time, somehow. Dave heard a roar and a splatter behind him as he walked out the front door, ready for another day of work... But not a normal one.

He had reserved one of the chemical analysis labs today for some testing. Testing not quite on the company payroll, but Dave didn't care. He needed the truth. Once in, he could take out his experimental subject and begin his work.

He scraped off various bits of the big, greasy burger, cold now, and put it into the chemical analysis battery. After a few minutes of whirring machines and bubbling chemicals, he had preliminary results.

This burger wasn't just burger. It had an additive Dave had never even seen before. It was incredibly complex, almost certainly artificial in nature... This only led him down further tests for further properties.

Hours went by, and the results slowly trickled in. The major active agent in the food was an addictive. Dave knew this class of substances well; many foods these days were injected with chemicals made to foster addiction. But seeing the complexity of them chemical, this was no mere addictive.

It was made to be broken down by a certain enzyme, his decomposition analysis showed, and when it was, its true properties were brought to light. It accelerated fat retention, increased metabolism, and caused rather pronounced gastrointestinal distress. And then when combined, they had the side effect of increasing libido and... Swelling.

It was the perfect cocktail of drugs to turn someone into a gassy, horny blob. Which was what Venio was quickly approaching! But why only Venio?

Another hour of searching produced answers. The enzyme used to break down the chemical was very specific. It was released by the body only after a certain body mass. About 300 pounds or so, the estimates said. Venio, being a taur, was almost certainly heavier than that even when skinny! No wonder it had those effects on him.

By the end of his independent study, Dave was shaking. What was Burger Hut doing to his friend? Why? From that point on, he knew one thing: He had to stop that next shipment and stop Venio before it was too late!

He decided to leave work early.

* * *

Dave came home in a rush. He threw open the door, ran into the living room, and shouted.

"Venio! Venio!"

But he soon stopped as he saw what he feared- The box of fast food had arrived early today! There was the lump of a taur, ripping up the crate and stuffing whatever he could in his mouth. He was even fatter today, legs barely touching the ground with that huge belly dragging across the floor. His scales were caked with a layer of reddish sweat as he pigged out, making Dave stop for a second.

"FFFRRRRPPPT. What?" Venio asked between bites.

Dave rushed towards the smelly taur. "Stop eating! It's not good for you!"

"Well, it's fast food!" He growled, getting defensive as Dave approached.

"No, no! It's changing you, stop!"

Dave went to rip the burger out of Venio's hands, but Venio had other plans. With a sharp tug and a roar of anger, Dave yelped and fell forwards onto that flabby chest. While a soft impact, Venio took no time in his counterattack.

"MY FOOD!"

He roared as he shoved Dave around violently, trying to get his burger back. The dazed grey dragon was no match for Venio's vigour, struggling uselessly as Venio grabbed him. And then suddenly... The world went dark.

Dave's world was replaced with a heavy darkness, weight pushing on top of him, nearly crushing his ribs. He tried to push back against the massive weight on top of him, but it was still no use. He was trapped in a heavy, soft, and worryingly damp place... Under the fat dragontaur, it seemed!

His entrapment felt like it was eternal. He soon went limp under there, forced to just take in the unsavory smell of sweat and grease while he struggled to even breathe. All the while, he could hear muffled sounds of Venio continuing to gorge himself, every smack and chew audible under there. Not to mention the belches and farts, which shook him up even under the smothering layer of flab... All he could do under there was whimper softly.

Eventually, Dave found the strength to wheeze out a cry for help. "Urgh... Please, man... Stop it..."

Luckily, Venio wasn't busy belching, so he got a response. "No."

"I won't stop you... Just please... Let me go..."

"Maybe when I'm done eating. Or... UUURRRRRRP... Not."

"Please... I'll do... Anything..."

Venio stopped for a second at that last word. "Anything? Well..."

He felt the crushing flab above him shift slightly, and suddenly a pair of thick hands gripped his shoulders! With a yank, Dave found himself out of his fleshy prison and dangling in the air, the dragontaur still possessing his old muscle under his fat. Dave couldn't help but blush nervously as he gasped for air, not even trying to struggle any longer.

"I know exactly what you can do for me." Venio let out a sadistic grin.

"... What?"

"Everything."

"Uhh... And what does that include?"

"Well. Tomorrow you're going to call off of work. Indefinitely. And instead of working, you're going to help me out a little. Because, well, I can't move like I used to... Not that I mind."

Dave hesitated. What a demanding plan... "And... What if I refuse?"

"Then you're going back under there. And you're never coming out."

Dave couldn't help but whimper and blush even harder at the thought. "Well..."

He thought about the offer. It seemed like he didn't have any choice in the matter... Either become his servant or get smothered...

Dave sighed. "It's a deal."

"Good." Venio huffed, setting Dave down roughly. "Now, go grab the rest of those burgers and feed them to me. My arms are tired."

"... Yessir..."

* * *

And so Dave's nightmare had begun. Venio kept him close, too close to run, throughout the next few days. He was even forced to sleep halfway under the dragontaur so escape was impossible...

Not to mention the tasks Venio had him constantly do. From the moment he was woken up by a huge belch to the moment he was shoved under his gut for the night, Dave was busy. In the mornings, before the food arrived, Venio showed no restraint in declaring how pent up he was. He'd point to his hard arousal, growing larger and thicker by the day, and growl out a command to get to work. Dave would stroke and grind against it, pinned between the fat dragontaur's gut and his shaft, the powerful musk constantly filling his nostrils. It never took Venio long to cum, four balls constantly churning... But then he'd want more please. And then even more!

The apartment hardly withstood Venio's lust. Soon, every wall was splattered with thick layers of seed, the entire floor quickly developing a coating of the thick liquid. Everything, including Dave, was utterly soggy at all times, with the powerful combination of seed and greasy sweat.

And it only got worse when the doorbell rang. Because then the Burger Hut employee would come wheeling in food, and it was all over. Venio would turn into a raving beast, loudly demanding Dave grab all the food he could. It would go on for at least an hour, Dave grabbing and unwrapping burgers as fast as he could, climbing up on Venio's pudge and shoving them right in his open maw. There was always the constant danger of him getting pulled into that overeager maw, as well as the danger of getting a faceful of a belch... Burger wrappers and remains of boxes began to fill the house as well as the seed.

And as it went on, Venio's size exploded. It only took a few days for Venio's legs to sit on his massive lower gut, the thing billowing out in all directions. The unused limbs themselves were swaddled in growing rings of flab. His upper gut sagged over his lower one, pushing out in front of him in all its disgusting splendour. And Dave counted at least 4 chins now, neck rolls piling up!

Venio was always caked in a reddish sheen of his sweat, not to mention the embedded remains of food the messy eater left after every meal. His musk filled the entire house, leaving the grey dragon with no escape. Both the dragons were constantly aroused by the powerful musk... Dave knew it was messing with his head, but how much...?

A few days into this new way of life, Dave's thoughts on that matter were interrupted by the usual- The doorbell ringing. If only he could plead with the deliveryman to stop, he thought, as he went to get the door... But he knew he couldn't with Venio around.

Venio jumped to attention at the buzzing, already letting out thick strands of drool as he looked expectantly at Dave. The grey dragon got up as usual and opened the door, some seed gushing out into the hall as he cracked the door open.

It was the same person, hauling in the same goods... But this time, the red sergal had two boxes wheeling in behind him. Two!

"Hello from Burger Hut!" the deliveryman said, somehow still unfazed with the mess inside. "Your lifetime supply box for today... Plus some surplus. It's on us!"

More? Dave's head reeled. They didn't need more! But under Venio's watchful and very hungry eye, he had to smile and accept it, letting him set down the boxes, the crates making a splash in the puddle of old cum that was the floor now.

"Enjoy!" The sergal said with a grin, before closing the door. And then the feast began.

"Food. NOW."

That was all Venio had to say before Dave was ripping the boxes open and grabbing everything that could fit in his arms. With armfuls of burgers and fries, he pressed himself against Venio's ponderous, floor-touching gut and hoisted himself up closer to his head, encased in neck rolls. He groaned slightly as he pressed into the soft scales, slick and damp from a layer of grease and sweat, but all the same, he deposited his armfuls of food in between a roll of fat and began the long feeding process.

He held onto the dragontaur with one hand while he grabbed a burger with the other. Venio looked as far down as he could, grinning with gluttonous delight, drool escaping his lips and falling onto some of his many chins. But in an instant, his mouth was wide open as Dave pressed the burger into it. The burger, a triple cheeseburger by the looks of it, dribbled grease on his bloated cheeks as his tongue greedily ran over it. In another instant, his jaws were clamped down over the bit of fast food, a swallow indicating it was already gone. Dave watched as a bulge, faint among the fat, travelled down his captor's neck...

But even as that bulge was going down, Venio opened his mouth once more, letting rip a huge fart in anticipation. And Dave had no choice but to take more of the fast food close to him and shove it in his mouth! He upturned a container of french fries into his mouth, letting a few bounce out of his maw, before grabbing another burger. By the time he had to stuff that in Venio's greasy maw, he had already swallowed the fries, letting out a belch that threatened to knock Dave off of his position sitting on that big upper stomach. But Dave valiantly held on, and that burger soon met its fate between those jaws. Another burger tainted by these growth-inducing chemicals...

Between chomps of that burger, and before the swallow, Venio roughly grumbled out a command, mouth full.

"Grrr... Drink!"

"Right here!" Dave said, quickly grabbing a soda, taking off the lid, and tipping it towards him. Venio opened his jaws, still full of burger, and Dave diligently poured, liquid spattering into his mouth and splashing against his chins. Glug, glug, glug... He heard Venio drink it down, swallowing the burger all the while.

And so it continued. Burgers, fries, sodas, and milkshakes were shoved down Venio's throat with wild abandon. The room quickly became hazy with musk and gas as Venio belched and farted, only adding to the hellish atmosphere for the small grey dragon. But he continued, making trip after trip to the crates, grabbing stuff and hauling it up to the summit of the blob.

But soon, all the food was gone. Two crates full of fast food had been demolished, and Dave panted as he leaned against the big dragontaur. With all the extra food, that was the biggest feeding session he'd had to endure...

And the biggest one Venio had to endure. Dave looked up at his friend, to see him burping softly and mumbling to himself.

"Urgh... More..."

And at that, Venio's eyes closed, and he soon fell silent. Dave fell still, trying to hear... Yep, that was snoring. It looked like Venio had fallen into a bit of a food coma!

And he had fallen while he was free, Dave soon realized. A grin soon crept across his face, and he softly pushed himself off of the flabby dragontaur into an upright position. This was it...!

Quietly, slowly, he crept across the room, trying not to make splashes in the thin layer of seed. All he had to do was get out the door, and then...

And then what? He stopped for a second. He could get help for his friend, so tricked by this fast food company with strange burgers...

But a thought popped into Dave's head. Did he want to get help? He looked back at the mountain of dragontaur flab. He couldn't believe he was saying this, but there was something... Alluring... To all this...

He looked down at himself. He was coated in Venio's grease, and very definitely aroused. What was he thinking? Did he really want all of this?

A blush crept across his snout as he realized. Yes. He wanted all of this.

He sighed and turned around, padding back towards the sleeping form dominating the room. Eventually, he decided to tuck himself under Venio's stomach to go to sleep.

As he lay under there, he decided one thing. At the very least, he needed answers.

* * *

Dave was awoken, as usual, with a sudden start the next day. Venio reached down, somehow as strong as ever despite the growing amount of fat, and yanked out the smaller dragon. His mind, clouded with sleep still, wondered why he needed to be fed when he could grab him so easily, but that was quickly pushed out of his mind by his captor's command.

"I'm... UUURRRRRRP... Horny."

And with that, Venio let go and lazily motioned behind him. A blush crept across Dave's face as he ambled behind there, yawning softly. Just another day... A day doing what Dave had to admit was his favourite thing.

He circled around that pile of taur flab, coming to a set of blubbery haunches. Nestled between those thick drumsticks was an enormous, absolutely erect member, already dripping pre. His tail was lifted, ready for Dave to do his daily duty.

He sighed and climbed up on the belly fat poking out from behind Venio, getting a grip on the shaft and leaning forwards. Immediately, Venio shuddered, sending him wobbling. A second later, his strength in his fat tail gave out, slapping it against him and pinning him even closer to that throbbing member.

Dave squirmed and groaned, but soon couldn't help himself. On all sides was soft, slick flab, smothering him and only making him work faster. He started rubbing against the shaft, making Venio clench his haunches and groan. Dave was soon frotting against his captor, using his whole body to please that monstrous length.

Of course, right above that length was Venio's tailhole... Which, as he knew, was always potent. With one especially hard rub, Dave heard him strain, and then... FFFFFFFBBBBBRRRRRT. He coughed and choked as foul gas swirled around him, hardly able to breathe in that space.

But he had to continue. Pre dripped from the tip of Venio's shaft, getting both him and Dave very sticky very quickly. He went faster and faster, his neediness rising as Venio's neediness skyrocketed... He rubbed and squirmed his whole body against the thing as fast as possible...

Within minutes, he knew Venio was reaching climax. He could hear the groaning and burping of the dragontaur reaching a new tenor... He could feel that shaft twitch under him...

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Dave turned his head. Venio eeped and then came, splashing huge jets of cum all over his backside and the floor. Dave lifted Venio's tail and stepped out of the engagement, stumbling only when an errant jet of seed smacked into him, coating him in the sticky stuff.

And so Dave, covered in sweat, musk, and cum, answered the door.

It was the same fast food representative, the same sergal, with the same crates of food in tow.

"Hello!" the sergal said. "I'm a bit early today. Hope you don't mind."

"Ah, uhh..." Dave replied. "No, not at all."

"Ah, good. So here's your food, and..."

At that moment, Dave looked back at the living room. No sign of Venio watching.

"Hey. Can you tell me... Why?" Dave whispered, getting close to the worker.

"Why? Well, we accidentally made our batch too early today, but you know..."

"No, no. Like, why did you make the burgers... Like this?"

"Oh! Simple." The sergal now caught on to Dave's tone, and began whispering. "We need to get rid of some of our stock. We tried out a new additive, you see."

It all clicked for Dave. Of course they couldn't sell something like this. They just pawned it off on someone else via sweepstakes...

The deliveryman continued. "So I hope you enjoy your new life." He winked and motioned towards the crates.

Dave thought about this for a moment.

"I do, thank you very much." He said, and helped him get the crates in.