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The Abundance of Celestial

By Shalion

Commissioned by Phealgud

Chapter 1

The doorbell rang once, twice, three times before the front door finally opened. Kevin, a tall muscular owl-person, expressed a moment of surprise upon seeing the occupant of the lovely home, but maintained a steady, professional grip on the heavy toolbag he was holding.

The woman who had answered the door filled the doorway and then some. She had to crane her neck upward to look at the tall man before her. "Sorry I took so long..." she said, her tone husky and border-line lurid. Nothing but an extra-plus sized bathrobe concealed her extremely well-developed, if vertically-challenged frame. She paused a heavy moment to look the owl up and down, the long, reptilian snout of her face framed by heavy jowls and multiple chins.

"It's no problem, Missus." said Kevin, bowing his beaked face slightly. Muscles bulged from under his tight white shirt and overalls, making a stark comparison to the short and extremely round pink dragoness in front of him. While his words were simple, his eyes were telling volumes.

The dragoness, whose pendulous breasts hung heavily within the cloth confines of her robe which was of barely adequate size to contain her vast figure, seemed to also approve of what she was seeing. She said, "And who might you be, exactly?"

Kevin raised a large wrench from inside his tool sack. "Here to clean out the pipes, Ma'am." Now the man's eyes roved freely over the extremely voluptuous body of the barely clothed dragoness.

If anything, she seemed flattered. She batted her eyes at him suggestively, then said, "Then you better come in right away, then. It's been awhile since these pipes have had a good flushing..." She smirked at the owl who stood well past head and shoulders over the short and extremely plump dragon. She took two awkward steps back from the door to make room for him, her trunk-like legs jostling a belly that clearly hung to her knees underneath the loose robe; even the slight movement made her entire body quake and jiggle bonelessly from the copious and deep layer of pudge smothering her figure.

Kevin stepped in through the door, his muscles pulling his shirt so tight it seemed likely to burst at the seams if he did so much as lift his boulder-like arms over his head. He turned back to the rotund dragoness, "Well Ma'am, you're in luck because I haven't yet met a set of pipes I couldn't handle." His breathing alone stretched the fabric of his white shirt, making the fletching of his feathered chest visible between the straining threads.

The dragoness, meanwhile, continued to jiggle softly as she shifted her massive weight from foot to foot. Between her hamhock shins, a tail as thick as the rest of her rested gently on the floor. "I don't know, Sir..." she demurred and rested a slight hand on a massive tit which jutted out in front of her. "This is going to be an awfully big job. I hope you brought the right tools." The dragoness eyed the plumber's sizable bulge as she shut the front door.

The owl flashed a cocky grin at the morbidly obese dragoness, "I think you'll find that I'm more than adequately equipped." The owl made no motion to retrieve anything from his heavy tool sack, instead continuing to stare at the much shorter woman who, despite her stature, was nearly twice as wide as him.

The dragoness moved away from the door, showing off an excessive waddle caused by excessively plump thighs. Her robe flowed around her, her flesh flowed around her also, shuddering and rippling back and forth with each step. The vibrations were visible on the dragon's heavy jowls from each heavy step; the woman seemed to have almost no muscle tone on her at all, her fat was bulbous and hung loosely on her, lacking any definition or structure. In accordance with this observation, the obese woman began to breathe more heavily just from the time she had so far spent on her feet and the few steps she had taken. As she moved back into the house, her eyes never left the owl's barely contained package and she licked her lips with a long, reptilian tongue. "You better be, Mister, because this job is going to require more than the usual length to finish." She paused in her stride, though her copious fat continued to slosh forward for half a second. She braced the sides of her tank-like abdomen with two plump hands, revealing how small and inadequate her arms seemed in comparison the size of her expanded midsection. She batted her eyes at the owl in an obviously hungry way which was way beyond flirtatious.

"Well, Ma'am..." said the owl rubbing the side of his beak with a feathered hand and chuckling softly, "How about I show you what I'm working with?"

The toolbag hit the floor with a heavy thud and in almost the same amount of time, the man had crossed the space between them. The shadow of pretense fell away entirely as the owl wrapped his arms around the massive woman, or at least as much of her as he could easily reach. One hand gripped a humongous ass cheek possessively while he reached forward with his other to fondle the overgrown belly separating the dragon's pendulous breasts just inside the loose robe. As hugely fat as the woman was, the owl was tall enough that it was not too much of a stretch between his long, muscular arms. He made sure that she was well aware of his growing need as it pressed up against the side of her left breast through his uncomfortably tight overalls.

The dragoness released a soft moan, but pressed her soft body into the owl's hard muscles. Shamelessly, she lowered her left arm down from where it hung at her elbow due to the sheer girth of her chest and ran it along the tall man's inner thigh, not stopping until she reached the fork where she grabbed at him with a weak grip. Despite the lack of strength, this clearly had an effect on the excited owl, who released a sharp huff of breath at the added stimulation. "Mhmm, that's quite a kit you have there, Plumber-man." said the dragoness huskily. With her free hand, she drew the robe free of her right tit and hefted up the massive mammary in her palm. It was easily the size of a spring melon and her hand disappeared into the soft, oozing pink flesh. She showed it to the owl with the hungry eyes, "But there's a whole lot here that needs working over."

The owl leered down at the lusty dragoness. Instead of answering, he gripped the woman's sagging ass so hard that she let out a cry of discomfort, then he released and gave the wide, globular edifice a hardy smack that resounded through the entire house. The obese woman staggered forward, in the direction of the bedroom. She had trouble looking back over her shoulder at the man due to the thickness of her neck, but a look of shock, pain and arousal was clearly visible on the long snout. The owl shot her another smirk and lifted his arms, flexing. The tortured fabric finally gave way, splitting over the bird's abs and biceps, almost instantly reduced to shredded rags. The woman gasped and the owl lowered his arms, gripping his own wrists and flexing the large pecs at her. "I'll just have to give you a demonstration then... On the house."

Moments later, the pink dragoness was being thrown onto her back, tits flopping clear up and over her own head as the owl moved on her, pushing up the titanic belly. The loosely tied robe did not even last the distance from hallway to bedroom. The owl's overalls hardly lasted any longer as they fell off of his shoulders after he undid the simple latches, the woman's short thick arms would have taken far too long to strip him herself. He pushed up the heavy mass of belly fat resting on the woman's thighs, already standing at the ready. Below was a thick, plump "Y" crease of pink, slightly discolored skin, not the dragon's slick hidden treasure, but the joining of her thunder thighs and heavy FUPA. He was going to have to dive deep...

He shoved himself forward into the tight gap, grunting as he used his dense muscles to power up the heaving masses of dense, pink fat opposing him. Under him, the dragon began to moan, her face steadily being pounded left and right by her own flopping tits.

"CUT!!" Called a voice from the other side of the bedroom.

The owl looked up, still buried hilt-deep in the gasping, sweating woman. "What? What's it this time, Buster?" The owl looked only slightly annoyed and held himself more like he was being drawn away a focused workout than interrupted mid-coitus. He carefully extracted himself from the still-panting pile of pink dragon lard and turned around to look, still stiff at attention, at the koala seated on the pretentious director's chair at the back of the bedroom.

Buster slapped the palm of one hand with a rolled up script. The grey-furred marsupial had more in common with the laid out dragoness than the tall muscular owl seeing as his feet did not even reach the ground from where he sat, yet came in at probably under a fifth of the weight. "I'm... Just not feeling it." said Buster, drawing out his syllable.

The owl turned back to the lardy dragon who was only slowly recovering. Her belly and breasts continued to toss around gelatinous over the bed with the force of her breaths. He turned his eyes upwards. "How about a ceiling shot?" suggested the owl.

Buster waved his rolled up script in a circular motion, "Nah, Kevin, it'd take too much work to get someone up there and we gotta finish shooting this tonight." The koala continued waving his paper around and scratched at his head, "Ahhh... Let's just get Todd in there."

A bulky bear in a yellow speedo stepped up from the small crowd of men hovering around the cameras. He was about the same height as Kevin the owl, but with a much larger waistline and an upper body built like the side of a mountain. He must have weighed about 300 pounds, which made the considerably shorter yet massively more obese woman on the bed only somewhat heavier than him.

Kevin threw his arms forward towards Buster, still stark naked. "Todd?! Are you kidding? He's not supposed to show up until the fourth scene. It makes no sense for him to be in here now!"

"Give it a rest, Hollywood!" cried Buster, slapping his forehead. "No one's paying you for creative input." He waved over to one of the several crew standing by on set. "Get Todd fluffed, and make it quick!"

Kevin clenched his fists as the massive wall of a bear stripped out of his undergarment and proceeded to be "fluffed." That is, the bear's thick cock was groomed and given a wash with conditioner in a porcelain bowl for maximal appearance. The 'stylist' made sure that Todd was already ready and waiting as well.

About a minute later, Buster waved Kevin over to the stylist with the dripping hands. "Get him cleaned up too, we're shooting in three."

Kevin shrugged and walked over. Well, he was standing only at half-mast anyways...

On the bed, the naked pink dragoness finally seemed to be recovering. She waved a thick arm. "Some help please...!" she said in a petulant tone. One of the crew, a nondescript hyena, ran quickly over and hauled up on the proffered hand. He grasped her wrist with both hands and leaned back, such was the weight of the massive female. She grunted as she was pulled upright, her belly sliding down between her wrinkled, dimpled thighs and meaty tits flopping down from around her face to sag at either side of her massive dome of a belly. Arms hanging from the elbow, he shook off the person who'd helped her and pointed at a young squirrel standing near a folding table. She snapped her thick fingers, "You there, get me one of those sandwiches. No, the croissant one with ham! Make sure there's mustard in there too!"

Buster threw up his head in a practiced motion. "Kizzy, we don't have time for a snack break! We have to be out of this house by five o'clock!"

But the crewmember was already handing the obese dragon the large sandwich which she tore into greedily the moment it was in the grasp of her chubby hands. Her thick neck and multiple chins wobbled as she hoarked down the wad of meat, cheese, bread and, yes, mustard. Still holding it in one hand, she eyed the small-framed koala. "I'm 'ungry an'..." she shook her sandwich vaguely at the small-statured koala and swallowed heavily, "...you don't have a scene without me, do ya?"

Despite being the smallest person in the entire company, Buster growled under his breath at the short, but massively wide dragoness, "Kizzy, you always say you're hungry, and you take up half of the catering bill by yourself!"

The dragoness tore another third off of the sandwich, leaving only a torn stump in one chubby pink hand. "Iddin't dat da 'oint?" she said with her mouthful before reaching down with her free hand to grab at her extensive love handle. She gave the massive belly a few shakes for emphasis, though it seemed pretty clear that the engorged dragoness was already so thick she could not have reached lower down even if she had wanted.

"Damnit, you're going to have to make yourself easier to work with, or one of these days, I really am going to can your ass!" growled the tiny man, but the dragoness only made a 'yak-yak' sign with her hand before cramming in the rest of the large sandwich. Everyone had no choice but to wait for her to finish chewing and then for the stylist to fish the breadcrumbs and bits of ham out of her cleavage and re-apply makeup before shooting could begin again.

"Help me up...?" said Kizzy in a childlike voice as Kevin and Tom moved next to her.

The owl sighed and strained with his large, muscular body to haul up the stunted dragoness whose actual weight had to be approaching 400 lbs on her small frame despite the fact that she would be back on the bed in a moment, him and Todd slamming her soft frame between them. The way she moaned very softly as she brushed her bulbous gut and hanging breasts against his still-stiff cock made him want to back up again in disgust but he bore through it. He was a professional after all.

"And Action!!" cried Buster behind them.

The large bear grabbed at the dragoness bodily and threw her onto the bed, though with her girth, even the muscular bear could not manage an actual 'toss.' Nethertheless, Kizzy fell back and Kevin and Todd together moved on her, finding plentiful crevices and clefts on which to work...

Chapter 2

A few weeks and several different houses later, Kevin pulls himself out of the morbidly obese dragoness, letting the mammoth pink belly flop back down before stalking over to the shower. Kizzy is left in a satisfactory, but oh-so-brief, state of afterglow the well endowed owl had left her. She wished she could have sat up to watch him leave with that perfect ass of his exposed, but damn if it had not been getting even harder to move around lately...

Granted, she might have been overdoing things on the whole 'feedee' side of her life. She had already gained over 75 pounds! While taller SSBBW's could handle that much of an increase without too much impact, on Kizzy's 4'11" frame, her BMI had jumped up from 75 to over 90. Right now, the dragoness was feeling like she was literally twice as heavy as she had been a couple months ago. She let out a tight belch, feeling the cramped tightness under her buried rib cage. All of the stuffing videos she had been doing with Buster lately had really helped her move the needle along also... though she could not deny that she loved them; how could she have possibly said no to a 23 layer devil's food cake... or five of them?

After a few minutes, the dragoness has mostly caught her breath from her very recent exertions, despite the mass of her tits resting on her; well, really most of their weight was flopped clear over her shoulders. However, around her, the sounds of the packing crew have already died down to a minimum. The dragoness lifted an arm and strained to pull herself up. Well, at least she tensed her gelatinous abdominal muscles and felt her upper body move up by an inch and a half. Kizzy flopped back, already breathing hard. Reaching upward, she felt the round, heavy dome of fat sitting over her abdomen, "Oh yeah, that's definitely bigger than before..." She thought with both frustration and instant arousal as her still messy crotch moisted and slicked again at the thought of how fucking massive and pig-like she was. She could still smell the catering table not far away, in fact. How lovely wouldn't it be to just wolf down the scraps everyone else had left behind already. The heat between Kizzy's thunder thighs grew, driving her mad. She wanted to lick the damn plates clean, even though she was still stuffed near to bursting from the scene she had just finished, she just wanted it all inside of her, to make her bigger...

She tried getting up again, though the second attempt was even more feeble than the first. She whined softly in the back of her throat like a child. "Though I'm already pretty fucking big..." She thought helplessly. "Hey... Hey someone..." she called to no one in particular. Kizzy made sure that she sounded as disinterested as possible, as if she didn't really care if anyone came or not. After no one came right away, however, that made the massive pink dragoness rather annoyed.

She was about to get pissed when she saw a brown furred hand reaching over the massive dome of her soft belly rising well overhead. Her hand was still resting there and the hand gently took it. Lying prone on her back, Kizzy was so rotund, she could not even see who it was, and this too gave her a vibrant sexual pang. "About fuckin' time..." she drawled as she felt her shoulder take her formidable weight, the person hanging onto her chunky wrist grunting with the effort of just lifting the dragon's upper body. Kizzy helped very little, she hated the way her muscles felt when trying to move around her massive weight, so she actually moved as little as possible nowadays.

Kizzy's engorged belly flowed in a stumbling fashion down past the lip of the bed supporting her, catching on the insides of her flowing shins which had recently become chunky enough to just about touch the ground alongside her fat feet. The belly soon followed, eventually settling a little of its tremendous weight on the floor between her foot-talons. Kizzy drew a few heavy breaths, despite making the other person do all the work, there was a considerable amount of shifting of her insides; the weight on her diaphragm and her straining stomach also. And who was this person in front of her? She barely recognized the nondescript hyena, one of the stage-hands she supposed.

"Ms. Chun..." said the man respectfully, but Kizzy was already forgetting about him, instead looking wistfully over towards the catering table. 'Ugh, the bastards are just going to throw it all out at the end of the day anyways..." She thought, trying to rationalize eating more despite the fact that she knew she probably shouldn't. She really had been gaining a lot of weight recently, she ought to give herself more time to adjust... On the other hand, she had hardly been more popular in her whole career than she was now. There were very few SSBBW's who were as fat as she was now, even if her small frame meant her actual numbers were as high as some larger girls. Still, the boys came for the fat, and looking down at herself, feeling her massive tits gathering around now near her widening waist, she was more than just fat, she was fucking huge! Just thinking that gave Kizzy a thrill of sexual power as well as the overriding desire to cram even more food down her gullet and damn her blood pressure or lower back pain.

After another minute or so to catch her breath again, Kizzy found herself leaning forward on the balls of her round feet, her belly dragging lightly over the ground; she was intent on emptying out whatever was left on that long table... However, she was stopped by the alarming sensation weight loading onto her ankles and knees and the near instant discomfort before she lifted her ass off of the bed. She loaded the mattress back down with her full weight, spreading out hugely to either side of her awesomely wide frame. Being short had that much going for her at least, she was already getting pretty close to an awesomely round profile, almost as wide as she was tall! However, that did not help her get any nearer to those left overs...

Kizzy reached out her thick fingers towards the table on the other side of the room and snapped her fingers. "Someone get me a snack!" she demanded, talking to no one in particular. But no one was snapping to attention. Kizzy gritted her sharp teeth together.

Her eyes alighted on an unlucky buck standing near the catering table. He was bending over a large black case, stupidly putting his camera away when he ought to be fetching her those mouth-watering leftovers. "Hey, Bozo! Yeah, that's right you." she added when the young man pointed at himself in confusion. "Go get whatever's left on that table behind you and bring it over here." Kizzy's entire soft body jiggled with her extended fingers.

The young buck blushed almost visibly under his tawny fur. "Um, er..." he hesitated, and the pink dragoness glowered at him, still stark naked this entire time. He looked embarrassed and wouldn't meet the dragon's eyes. "Um... I'm off the clock, Celestial." he said, using her stage name. "And that'd... er... be against... union rules. I'm... gonna go over here." Kizzy was about to bark something else out, but the young man slammed down the lid on his black case and was lugging out of the nearest door with a hasty "...bye!"

Kizzy was left open mouthed and almost boiling with rage. 'Who the fuck does he think his is talking like that to me, the biggest star in this little shitshow?!' Oh, she was going to have his head, but first she was going to twist his balls till they popped off! If only... if only she remembered his name... hm...

The pink dragoness looked around, but no one else would meet her eyes and they were all suddenly in almost as big a hurry to be out of the room as the young buck, even if it meant carrying out still-extended tripods and breaking them down somewhere she couldn't see. Almost instantly, Kizzy was left alone, well almost alone.

"What was that, Ms. Chun? Did you want another snack?" said a voice off to her left. Kizzy turned her fat head. She didn't exactly take note of who it was, but she did notice the platter he was holding in his brown-furred hands, piled high with messy sandwiches and a mostly empty bowl of potato salad; definitely not the pick of the once handsome stack of neatly cut subs. She reached out with her left hand and took an equally messy paw-full of the leftovers, shivering with pleasure as she strained her already over-full stomach painfully. Her stretched organ rolled nauseatingly inside of her but that only made her wetter.

"Mhm,mmm!" she assented piggishly as she reached for more from the man she barely recognized. Good god, she was getting hornier by the second! Where was Kevin and his man-junk when you needed him? When the platter was already half empty and the dragoness was reaching into the bowl to shovel out potato salad with just her talons, Kizzy looked up at the person holding the tray for the first time. She found she recognized the face, even if nothing else came to mind about the unremarkable hyena.

"Umm... thanks." she muttered, swallowing, but she was already taking in stock of the size and shape of the man's collarbone, his soft flat chest and slightly flaccid tummy. Sweat beaded on her greasy brow, her nethers were on fire, she just needed something, anything shoved down there, now! Well, as her mother used to say, a cock was a cock. Using her finger, she pushed down on the edge of the platter he was still holding until he lowered it down onto the bed. Then she looked up at him, meeting his regular brown eyes. She lifted her arms, cradling the back of her head and showing off her extensive upper arm fat that still covered her armpits copiously. "Tell me..." she still had no idea what he name was, "Do you like what you see?" She said this even as her belly was aching deliciously, she kept getting more and more wet, soon the sheets would be soaking through, but she couldn't care less.

The man went stiff, but not in the way that Kizzy was used to in men. He seemed to have forgotten how to move at all. "... yes." he breathed finally, at the point where Kizzy was starting to get angry again.

She rubbed the top of the mammoth, wide belly which split her breasts apart with one hand. The pink, leathery skin seemed to go on and on... "Then how about you do something about it?" she said huskily, unable to wait for Kevin or Todd or whoever else.

The hyena-person seemed to be on the verge of movement, when at that moment, Kevin walked into the room. Unfortunately for Kizzy, however, he was wearing his bathrobe.

Immediately, Kizzy changed gears, redirecting her focus now that there was an actual man in the room. "Kevin, darling..." she drawled, waving her fingers at him.

The owl lifted an eyebrow on his chiseled, feathery features and walked over, the robe cinched neatly around his lean waist. Despite the species difference, Kevin stood a solid three inches over the other man, who seemed to shrink even further out of view. Kevin crossed his arms over his muscle-bound chest. "What is it Kizzy?" he said as if he didn't already know, "And why are you still naked?"

"Don't be so mean to me." pouted the overstuffed dragoness. "Girls my size need more time to get going."

Kevin rolled his eyes. He was getting used to this routine already despite having only worked with Kizzy for a relatively short period of time. "Honestly, Kizzy, you've got to be the laziest person I've ever met." and then he spotted the half eaten platter and the remainder of potato salad splattered all over one of her pudgy hands. "And you're still eating."

Kizzy grabbed hold of her heavy left breast, hauling up by the stretching skin and pushing it up with her palm, "Yeah, hot isn't it?" she said conspiratorially before biting her lower lip.

"What's the point when the cameras are off?" said Kevin, a frown creasing the side of his beak. "I would have thought even you'd be full after eating all those cakes."

Kizzy released a small girlish belch, but only because there was almost no space left inside her stretched-out stomach. "A body like this just doesn't grow by itself, you know, Kevin." she sniffed, "I'm high-maintenance."

"I noticed..." sniffed Kevin derisively. He turned away from her. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go put the rest of my clothes on and get out of..."

The dragon interrupted him, spreading her knees apart even wider with two loud stomps of her thick, clawed feet. "What's the rush, manly man?" she said now with open lust. If her belly had not been flowing down to the ground, she would have been exposing herself to him. "Let's have a bit more fun before your hour-long commute."

Kevin felt like telling Kizzy exactly how he felt in that moment as the feathers on the back of his neck rose involuntarily. But he smoothed them with his hand calmly. Fighting with coworkers served no purpose. "I'm all cleaned up already, Kizzy. I'd rather not have to jump back in the shower..." he moved to go, but was stopped as a fat hand latched onto the knot tied around his front. Kizzy pulled and the rope came away easily, the rope falling open to expose himself. The brushing movement against his front just then meant he was not completely flaccid...

"And look what we have here," said Kizzy hungrily. "A familiar friend..." she was already reaching out with her fat hand again, but Kevin danced back from her.

"Kizzy! That's... highly inappropriate!" he said, flustered and in a moment had his robe cinched again. He wanted to tell her he wasn't her toy, he wanted to do more than that, but he was also acutely aware that Kizzy, AKA "Celestial," was a much more popular actress than he was.

"Fuck appropriate!" snarled the dragoness, leaning forward over her dome belly as much as she could. Her wide body oozed over the bed surface on both sides, her thighs barely visible at all under the rampant pink flesh. She pushed her knuckles into her thick jowls on one side. "Let me see it again..." she whined. "I'll just give it a little kiss..." she puckered her lips playfully despite the raging lust inside of her. She wouldn't even need to resort to all of this if she could still 'take care of business' herself, on the other hand, she was an actress.

"Please, just... just stop for a moment." Kevin pleaded with her, and then sighed, turning away, "Get a hold of yourself will you?" Kizzy complained to his back as he turned around, but he was going back out the way he'd come in, despite not having gathered his clothes from the opposite room. He ignored her and she was left to pout again on her own, the dragon struggling to cross her arms because of how very thick her chest and arms were. After a minute or so, she paused to look for the other man who had been there, a hyena right? However, he was nowhere to be seen...

Chapter 3

Enrique slipped past the door of the dark room and closed it quickly, leaning his back against it. His heart was pounding in his chest. "She talked to me! She... touched me!" The fur on his face was uncomfortably damp with sweat, but the hyena didn't care. Somehow, the stars had aligned and he'd suddenly made more progress with his hidden crush than he had ever imagined possible. She had looked right at him, that thick creamy face of hers, those sexy, dangling jowls, and the way she had looked at him, up and down, sizing him up. He put a hand on his still heaving chest, his pants were painfully tight, and he wanted to rip the stupid buttoned shirt right off of his chest.

Too warm by far, Enrique pulled the garments off of his upper body until he was just left in his usual jeans. The air of the room cooled his fur slightly, but he was still shivering with pent up excitement. "So close, so close, dammit!" he thought and then pounded his fist on the cheap table. The fluid in the aluminum trays filled with chemicals jumped and Enrique was forced to steady them quickly in a panic. After that, he resumed his more usual, hunched posture. He was glad that in the dark, he did not have to look down at the loose skin on his slightly overweight tummy or flat chest, or his scrawny, under-muscled arms. When people like Kevin and Todd showed up for 'work' everyday, it made Enrique perfectly aware of how inadequate he was as a male specimen.

He leaned over the trays filled with mildly stinking chemicals. The film within glittered in the dim red light like shadowy snakes. Enrique pulled a loop out, shook it, and hung it up to try. He examined the images closely, using a magnifier held to one expert eye. Such beauty!

"Celestial" was indeed one of the fattest models on the internet, her hips and belly seemed to go on and on all over her short frame. In the hyena's opinion, she was also the most lovely, even after having worked alongside her now personally for the past two years. Her personality was abrasive to say the least, but that too was a turn on for the young man. And though he was merely an assistant cameraman, she had seen him tonight, actually seen him, if only for a moment. The hyena felt a shudder of lust-driven delight flow through his body, heightened by looking at the high-definition photos he had collected today. The dragoness had such a lovely shape, so evenly proportioned top and bottom... almost perfect.

More images, familiar to the man ran through Enrique's mind and he had to pull at the uncomfortably tight fabric confining his crotch again. Oh the things he wanted to do... and yet. And yet, he was nearly paralyzed when she looked at him. It was easy to grab a spare tray of food to feed the woman's monster appetite that so enamoured her to him, easy to grab a fat hand and haul on it with his limited strength when she could not even see over her own titanic gut, but when her eyes landed on him... That's when he started to sweat, his paws feeling like concrete blocks as his mind just locked up with apprehension. Celestial was a goddess of gluttony! And who was he? Some loser-nobody hiding in his makeshift darkroom. Why would she ever look at him?

"Though... she had, hadn't she." Thought the hyena with a flick of his long ears. "And why was that?" The answer dawned on him in short order. "She was desperate." Enrique ran his tongue over the fangs in his mouth slowly, considering the situation as he recalled it in memory.

The hyena pulled out some more film and then a larger duplicate of a frame he had selected earlier. This one he would not be handing over to Buster. He waved it slowly in the air to dry, savoring the thick, high-quality paper in his paws. He carried it over to an especially dim corner of the darkened room and pinned it up on the wall with the others before collapsing onto a well worn bean bag. The pictures on the wall were arranged in a way to catch the light from the sole bulb in the room, but a dividing shelf of boxes left the hyena himself in complete darkness. Enrique gratefully undid the button on his jeans, feeling the relief immediately as he slid them down around his musty knees. With the darkness swaddling around him as thick as a blanket, Enrique did not have to think about how inadequate he was as he reached down to massage his small, two-and-a-half inches. Here he did not have to think about monsters like Kevin or Todd who fucked the living daylights out of the woman he loved day in and day out. Here, there was only the array of images he had arrayed before him, a steadily enlarging pink-skinned frame arranged left to right. Oh, what a long road Celestial had traveled! all the way from a freshman high-school photo the hyena had leaked from the hilariously insecure school server to the newest addition, the dragoness sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed, gesturing invitingly at the viewer... at him.

Enrique shot his load onto the inside of his thigh, releasing himself from his two-fingered grip, but he didn't move from the bean bag; he'd be ready to go again in a few moments. He took several deep breaths, taking in the dragon's entire body down to the texture of her soft skin, the slight discoloration on the underside of that massive belly just peeking out at the bottom of the massive swell. The hyena had pinned today's shot over a crude illustration, no longer needed. His eyes panned over to the right as he recharged. He wasn't nearly so savvy with pen and pencil as he was with computers or cameras, but he'd done his best at prognostication. The pink lines swelled out over the suggestion of a mattress, in the next frame, her vertical profile was completely circular, in the next, she was wider than she was tall... The hyena moaned softly to himself, he was getting hard again as he massaged himself with hands more eager than the sore flesh between his thighs. More and more, the pink lines bent, as much speculation as careful research. Finally, the field of pink was overflowing the page itself, the mattress lost several panels previously... Enrique delighted himself, his pleasure rising as he noted how many illustrations on his wall had already been covered up by the real thing...

Chapter 4

Kizzy struggled to extract her titanic ass from van parked in the driveway of the shooting house, a spot reserved for her as close to the front door as possible. Her movement was hampered by the sheer size of the door opening even on the large vehicle, but also by the fact that the morbidly obese dragoness was loathe to put any more weight on her legs than was absolutely necessary; they'd just barely stopped hurting from the effort of walking from her front door after the 40 minute commute.

The dragon's enormous ass dragged on the wide, modified seat of the van. Even with the divider and passenger seat removed, it was hard for Kizzy to move her expansive body around, her gut pressed into the lower half of the steering wheel even though she had a little difficulty seeing over the dash. "Ugh, damnit!" she cursed as she reached with her thick, inadequate arms and pulled her copious belly meat over to the side where her left leg was dangling out of the car and into empty space. The pink pudge spilled out of the bottom of her blouse like a tidal wave, sitting heavily on her thick thighs and dragging over her shins, the carpet of the car and the plastic frame of the van. But worse, when she let go of the loose collection of jiggling fat, its weight told as more and more, her left ass cheek wanted to fall out of the vehicle.

Kizzy was huffing and puffing badly by the time her round feet touched the concrete and then there was the walk to the front door and into the house. Kizzy waddled, slowly and deliberately, the pain in her lower back and knees making her wince with each loathsome step. Sweat beaded her brow and collected in the folds of fat all over her upper body even as she felt her heavy-as-shit abdomen dangling and brushing against her shins, perilously close to her cankles. It was no secret that the pink dragoness was still going through something of a growth spurt...

Of course, the fun didn't stop there as Kizzy then had to struggle with squeezing her titanic bulk through the frame of the front door. Naturally, her head did not even come close to the top of the portal, but its sides squeezed her soft flab and leathery skin brutally now with her expanded girth. Just a few months ago, she had been able to get by a regular-sized door with just her hips brushing either side. Now, though, she was literally in danger of getting stuck each time, which was more than a hassle given that her feet and joints complained loudly every additional second she was forced to spend supporting her excessive weight. Kizzy cursed up a storm worthy of a sailor as she shoved her petite hands deep into the mountains folds of soft skin in front of her, pushing and pulling the skin along where it lodged deeply into the biting wood frame threatening to bisect her plump figure. Behind her, the other side of the frame was lodged deeply where the sun had long stopped shining...

Kizzy's inadequate blouse scrunched up under her stacked rack, the fabric pulling at her jostling weight as the dragoness struggled to even reach past her own flab to where her flesh was piling up against the distal door frame. "I'm getting too fucking fat for this!" she thought savagely as she depressed the pudge in front of her with one hand and attempted to shove more of it by the biting frame with the other. The entire time, she was leaning over to her left side gingerly, enough to help pull her through, yet trying not to tear her own delicate, stretch-mark scarred hide.

Finally, with a jostling wave of fat-stuffed belly, Kizzy popped free of the constricting door, feeling that next time she would bring a tub of butter along with her to speed along the process. However, her pleasure at her own 'success' was short-lived as her own inertia kept on going, bowling over her tiny center of gravity. Kizzy waved her arms desperately in the air to avoid a fall, which at her weight, was no laughing matter. But there was nothing for it, the pink dragon's arms were too stubby and she was too slow and clumsy even with her tail to do anything at all as she leaned further and further over helplessly. Just before her leg folded under her from the undue weight, however, there was someone there at her side, pressing into the avalanche of pink flab. Kizzy looked but her shoulder was so wide and thick that all she could make out was a pair of brown-furred ears. Whoever it was grunted as he strained against the hundreds of pounds bearing down bonelessly on him. It took nearly 10 seconds of his holding her upright before Kizzy was able to regain a semblance of stability, mostly due to the speed at which she could move her thickened legs as well as her inborn sloth.

The dragoness had been hoping against the odds that Kevin would somehow be there when she was able to turn her fattened body round to see, but instead, all she saw was some nameless member of the camera team. She looked down on him, observing the way that he was clutching at his knees and panting from the effort. Seeing how much her galling weight had taxed the poor man gave Kizzy a thrill of sexual excitement. "Thanks..." she said offhandedly before she awkwardly waddled past the man towards the nearest surface that seemed at all likely to bear her weight. It wasn't that she was ungrateful exactly, though it was not as though they could have a show at all if she injured herself before shooting. Thus it was only proper that anyone of the crew do the same.

A few steps into the living room of the show house, Kizzy threw herself into a three-person sofa, her knees all but giving out under the tremendous strain of holding up all of her weight. Kizzy poked her head up out of her nest of chins as she heard an alarming crack from somewhere under her and felt the frame give slightly under her wide, wide ass. However, she continued sitting innocently on the broken sofa under her as there was no possibility of her getting back up until absolutely necessary. "Buster's going to give me hell about the deposit again..." she thought stormily as she just sat there, listening to the bustle going on around her that she had no part in. After the first several minutes, her knees and back had begun to recover enough for the glutinous dragoness to wonder, "Where the hell is my support team?" _ She'd had nothing to eat so far that morning save the 6-pack of Ensure she drank each morning to get those precious extra calories in before actual breakfast; it might have been 2400 Calories of rich, chocolatey, protein-infused goodness, but in no way would Kizzy ever consider a mere shake -or _shakes rather- a proper meal.

Just as she was thinking this, however, an open box of doughnuts appeared under her wistful snout. Kizzy had already reached in greedily, extracting a powder-dusted jelly-filled, and thrown it down her gullet in one large gulp before even bothering to look up at the person holding the box. The face of the hyena looking just askance from her direction, was vaguely familiar, however. "Oh right!" she thought, realizing that she recognized him from just a few minutes earlier. Then she realized that she had been seeing rather a lot of this particular cameraperson lately, always in the background, often holding the food trays...

She must have been in an unusually empathetic mood after nearly falling on her face because she said, "Hey, what's your name?" She did not wait to hear the answer before her hands dived into the box for a second and a third confectionary, however.

The hyena's ears perked up as if in alarm and he did not answer immediately. In fact, the strange crewmember failed to answer until Kizzy was horking down her sixth doughnut, the sides of her snout and a few of her chins already smeared with powdered sugar, raspberry jelly, and Bavarian cream in places. "...Enrique..." The hyena mumbled, the tray he was holding trembling slightly in his hands.

"Eh...?" murmured Kizzy through a snout-full of french cruller and chocolate long john.

"It's... it's Enrique, M'am... er, Celestial." said the hyena who took a breath and seemed to steady his hands through force of will.

Kizzy barely noticed however, her attention fixed on the rapidly dwindling supply of doughnuts. "Enrique, huh?" she said, finally turning her nose up to look at the taller man only for the second time. She quickly shoved a big apple fritter into her eager mouth and crunched through the thick sugar-shell. She said the name, but knew that she would almost certainly forget it pretty much immediately. Still chewing, she shook the now empty box playfully in his loose grip. She swallowed hard, not even a quarter-full yet, and said, "Got any more where these came from, Enrique...?" she drew out the sound of the man's name in low syllables that usually drive men wild; men who also chubby chasers, anyways.

But from the way the hyena's neck fur stood on end, Kizzy knew she'd struck a soft - or not-so-soft now - spot with him. "Y-y-yes!" he stammered with alacrity. "I bought two more boxes on the way into work today."

Kizzy reached forward -with effort!- and stroked the man's hand, "Well, what are you standing around here for, go fetch!"

The strange crewmember didn't hesitate, all but throwing the empty doughnut box into the air before catching it hurriedly and dashing off. Kizzy watched him go with an educated eye. He certainly was not much to look at, but his enthusiasm at least was endearing. Kevin could certainly learn a lesson or two from that guy about paying attention to a woman's needs! The pink dragoness continued to sit gingerly for another minute, mindful about breaking the sofa frame anymore than it already was under her surging bulk. When she heard footsteps behind her again, she turned eagerly, but instead of Doughnut Boy, it was only Buster, his head barely rising above the surface of the sofa arm at her side. He stomped over, forced to walk around the dragon's pink gut spreading out over the floor near his tiny, neat shoes.

"We're shooting at 10:00," he said tapping his wristwatch, "Why aren't you in Makeup?"

As was becoming the norm, Kizzy rolled her eyes petulantly at the tiny man who couldn't have weighed much more than her right tit. "I just got here. God forbid an actress my size get a moment to rest her aching feet!"

"Resting and stuffing your face, more like!" said the koala gesturing to the mess splattered liberally on Kizzy's snout and chins. He seemed to take a moment to look up and down her wide, almost circular, frame. "I swear, if I find out who's been hoarding food for you, I'll fire them!"

Kizzy snorted and attempted to cross her arms over her voluminous chest, "Fired? For what, doing their job?" She looked down on the small man, raising her meaty eye ridge.

"Are you serious, Kizzy?" said Buster and then he impudently reached forward and slapped an open hand down onto a wide roll of belly fat that almost totally covered her thigh. "You've gained another 100 pounds in barely three months!"

Kizzy chuffed, wobbling her separated, sagging breasts and hanging belly almost enough to brush against the koala. "With that much progress, I ought to be demanding a raise, darling. Be thankful I'm so generous."

Buster stomped his foot down, clearly incensed. "It's unsustainable is what it is, Kizzy. You've got another year left on your contract, but you're not even going to be able to walk at the rate you're going."

The dragoness blew air upwards towards her nonexistent bangs. "Walking's overrated." said the dragoness brazenly because being barely able to support her weight now for five minutes at a time had already had big impact on her life in general, but even these real inconveniences were not nearly enough to make her want to stop, or even slow down the pace of her gains. "You should see all the offers in my inbox of people willing to buy me scooters."

"Fuck scooters!" shouted Buster, "How are you going to do your scenes if you get even heavier and can't walk?"

Kizzy just waved him off, "I dunno, just rewrite it. It's fucking porno, not Shakespeare." She lifted her thick arms over her head, bracing her small hands against the back of her skull and crowding her thick cheeks with even thicker upper arm fat. "I've already got 4,000 Patrons subscribed to my 600-pound fund, so I can't disappoint them."

Buster clenched his tiny fists so hard, she thought he might begin ripping out the fur on his head next; which would have been hilarious. But instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, he locked eyes with her in a hateful stare but said only, "Get your blubber-butt into Makeup right now. I intend to shoot on schedule today."

Grunting and sighing, Kizzy leaned forward and forced herself heavily and slowly onto her aching feet, showering Buster inadvertently in crumbs and powdered sugar which had fallen into the folds of her neck and cleavage in the process. She tried and failed to stifle a chuckle.

Buster, now pink under the fur, brushed the mess off of his nice suit. "And for God's sake no more fucking snacking until Lunch!" he cried before storming off, leaving Kizzy to make her slow, waddling way towards whoever was going to gussy her up today. She did not even see Enrique hanging back, holding the two heavy boxes in his paws.

"This is really going to chafe my ass!" Kizzy complained as the woman behind her strained to haul up the leather thong currently exploring her deeper folds and cutting off circulation to her thick, hanging tail.

"That's because it's too small!" said an equally frustrated she-wolf who was hauling on the straining garment. It did not need to be mentioned that the same custom lingerie had only been ordered a couple weeks ago.

"I don't see how that's my fault... ow!" groaned the massively wide dragoness even though, yes, it was technically completely her fault. Buster had fronted an enormous cost for the giant, custom-made leather outfit that now bit into the dragon's oozing fat like a bulging fisherman's net. Despite the fact that it was going to cost the man a lot to replace her wardrobe, however, Kizzy knew that there was little the little man could do to punish her; her contract had clauses stating that she had to stay above a certain weight, but there was absolutely nothing mentioning an upper limit...

After just a few minutes of standing, Kizzy was forced to sit again due to her aching joints and back. The she-wolf was forced to continue tugging on Kizzy's burgeoning frame, her sagging gut fighting against the straining, creaking leather; she was a lot taller and stronger than the lard-stuff, indolent dragon, but she was soon grunting and panting with the taxing effort the work necessitated. Kizzy already felt herself ground warm around the nethers again, each bump and tug of her jiggling flesh reminding her how huge and heavy she was that she could barely fit into this miserable collection of fetish-straps.

"Come on, is she ready yet?" came a voice from the parlor, where the cameras were; Buster.

The she-wolf threw up her hands in absolute frustration. "This is the best I can do." she sighed savagely and swatted the dragoness on her titanic rear end. Kizzy growled openly at the other woman but staggered to her feet nonetheless.

The contraption of leather straps Kizzy wore was like a vice squeezing deep into her fatty folds, yet she was so abundant that she still swayed on her feet... just not quite as much as usual. In particular, her belly was held more or less in place over her knees, though the fat, tongue-shaped appendage still jostled and deformed in order for her thick legs to move at all. All of the dragon's weight seemed to be bearing down on her knees, ankles and lower back, causing Kizzy to groan in pain and frustration even as she was called up to start shooting her scene.

The den was dimly lit and done up with a hastily made stage that Kizzy could only hope contained enough actual steel to support her more-than-quarter ton. In the center of the stage was shiny metal pole extending up to the ceiling; it was pretty obvious what she was supposed to do here, even if she hadn't read the script already (such as it was). Before she even turned her head, she heard Buster cry, "Jesus, Kizzy! You look like an exploding sausage!"

Oh, if only Buster knew how much his insult was only stimulating the dragon's overactive libido. If her outfit burst apart on-stage, she'd probably come on the spot... In fact, she almost said as much. "It's what the fans want, Buster." she said huskily and not just because she was turned on; it was actually a little hard to breathe in the restrictive leather. She waddled a quarter-turn, the left lobe of her lower belly wobbling around her shin because one of the last straps simply could not be done up on that side. "If I burst out of this thing on camera, you'll get twice as many hits."

The koala actually took a moment to consider this, and hurriedly waved her on up. "Well, get on then. If you're going to ruin Chemise #5, might as well get it on film!" he shouted, referring to collection of straps and buckles Kizzy was squeezed into like a rising souffle; Buster did like giving each costume a pet nickname, but in Kizzy's case each garment was only one in a series...

Kizzy said nothing, but primarily because each moment she was on her feet, stabbing pain was rising in her overloaded lower back. As the pink dragoness waddled towards the steps, she swore she could feel her disks compressing under the immense weight of her wide body. She paused for air as she came to the three short steps leading up, though she had to judge this by the handrail; she could not even see the bottom two steps over her expansive, jutting belly. "Ugh... why did I let Buster talk me into this..." moaned Kizzy in her mind as she wished that they were just going to have Kevin fuck her on a nice, wide bed like usual.

Her mental moan became a real one as she mounted the first step, her knee flaring to overtake the pain in her back, the latter subsuming into a knotted mass of heat while her joint suddenly became two rusty iron bars rubbing together. The dragoness gritted her teeth and groaned again on the second one. Now she was panting again, gripping onto the handrail which she could barely reach past the girth of her own torso. One more to go...

"You alright, Ms. Chun?" asked one of the stagehands off to her side.

"Gemme' drink." she blurted, forehead beading again and she groped with her fat hand towards the young buck. "Make it a strong one, and quick!" She snapped her fingers and the man ran off towards the stocked kitchen.

"Kizzy, we don't have time for this!" yelled Buster from his absurdly high director's chair.

The dragoness moaned as she hauled herself up the last step. Her legs just wanted to fold under her, but up here, there was nowhere to sit, damn the little man. "Buster!" gasped the lard-stuffed dragoness, "If you want this thing to happen at all... it's not going to happen... while I'm sober...!" Admittedly not Kizzy's most eloquent moment, but she'd actually never been in so much pain in her lift as right now. It was all she could do just to keep from flopping down onto her ass and bursting every seam in the damn nest of belts she was wearing. "I might remind you... that one of us is legally handicapped..." at this point, the young buck returned with a large amber bottle which she eagerly plucked from his fingers and set to guzzling. The hot, burning liquid did a lot to distract her from the fire in other places of her body. When it was half gone, she finally finished, "...and you need to make adequate accommodations!"

Buster only facepalmed as Kizzy drank the entire rest of the bottle before even moving a single step more. Adding to the scandalous display, she practically threw the empty glass across the room towards the thickest knot of crewmembers, one of which had the alacrity to actually catch the heavy bottle rather than duck.

Kevin stood in his customary bathrobe beside Buster as Kizzy began her scene. She was wobbling heavily, but it was honestly hard to tell how much was from the whiskey and how much was just normal as she began to rotate around the smooth pole. The metal groaned audibly as the dragon forced it to take her massive weight, her pink, leathery skin barely ever parting from its surface completely. "She's moving a bit slow..." commented the muscular owl absently.

"It's fine..." growled the koala in tones that clearly suggested otherwise. Kevin looked down and noticed the little man steepling his fingers as he watched closely the dragon's performance. After a few moments, he seemed to give up holding onto his tension, though. He leaned back into the fabric backing of his folding chair and said, "We're just going to shoot as much footage as possible before something el-"

But Buster did not even finish his sentence before Kizzy sloshed to a halt, leaning her exposed buttocks against the metal pole, pink ass nearly swallowing the poor thing.

"That's it..." Kizzy gasped, leaning against the thick pole shoving its way deeper between the gelatinous pink mounds, the metal groaning from the burden. "I'm done..." No sooner had she said this than her thick, tree-trunk legs folded under her and she slid gracelessly down the pole, leather skin squeaking against the metal as it lodged practically halfway up the dragon's ass. Kizzy's belly hit the ground before her ass did, however, and the pressure from the rampant flesh caused at least a couple of the tortured leather straps to finally give. Kevin noticed these as a quick series of bloated wobbles the fat dragon's fat flesh heaved as it collapsed bonelessly against the ground. The owl was mildly surprised that Kizzy's fat was enough to muffle the sound of the snapping leather almost entirely and he wondered if it stung deep within the cutting fat folds.

"We're going to need more than a minute of footage, Kizzy!" Buster incongruously boomed from his director's chair.

But the pink dragoness just waved him off, still gasping for breath, still with the pole jammed heavily up the crack behind her. "Just... cut... some... 'gether..." she mumbled towards him. "I'll be... up in a... min..."

"Bullshit!" Buster cursed loudly, but Kizzy was already gesturing for more booze and worse, produced a severely flattened pack of cigarettes from... somewhere; Kevin suspected that the dragoness was packing quite a lot of convenient storage space under the flaps of those bust-bursting mammaries. She lit up right there on stage and with no clear indication that the cameras had even turned off, Buster certainly had not given the signal and Kevin wondered if he were observing an impromptu future scene.

Kizzy sat there, drinking with one hand and smoking with the other, quickly filling the room with a pungent smoke worthy of her fire-breathing forebears. Someone started to cough and Buster hopped down off of his chair and, holding his head in his hand the entire time, walked quickly to throw open the patio doors to air the place out. The morbidly obese dragoness could not be convinced to move until half an hour had passed and even then needed another fifteen minutes to clear out her lungs before she could do so much as stand up without lapsing into a coughing fit. Buster cursed and complained the entire time, but there was clearly nothing to do but wait for the barely mobile feedee to recover enough for another minute of actual filming.

"Last fucking time I ask her to do anything other than stuff her gob or get fucked!" Buster mumbled under his breath as they watched the bloated dragon's legs give out under her immense frame for the third time that evening. It was already past five.

Kevin shrugged and spoke under the din of the dragon's labored breathing. "Well that's pretty much all she's interested in doing isn't it?"

"Yeah, and good for her, dumb, fucking whore." cursed Buster under his breath. "Gonna have to extend shooting another day because of the delays." He drew his small hand across his face again and then took a long look at the rippling, heaving body of the dragoness leaning again the pole which was visibly bent at this point from the abuse it'd taken. He sneered, "She'll be dead in five years at the rate she's going..."

Kevin spared another glance at the huge women. Sure, Kizzy was annoying to work with and vaguely repulsive both in appearance and personality, but he didn't take any pleasure in watching someone kill themselves slowly like this. Then again, it was not as though Kizzy were actively costing him money like she was Buster. "How long did you say her contract was?" he said, joking with Buster and the two of them shared a laugh, Kevin's a bit tight, but Buster's positively oozing with malice.

The film crew had already got most of the gear packed up before Kizzy felt like she was even starting to recover from the day's exertions. What had been brutally slow for Buster and everyone else had progressed as a blur for the obese dragoness. Each time she had gotten up had felt like a heroic effort on her part, having had barely enough time to recover from each new round of taxing, joint-destroying movement. Even the Oxy's she was taking regularly now barely cooled the molten lead infesting her knees and lower back. Honestly, she'd spent more time on her feet today than she had for the past couple weeks put together and she knew she was going to spend most of the next day messed up as a result. She'd be lucky if she could get herself to the toilet let alone the kitchen. That damn koala did not even know the sacrifices she made for the sake of being a celebrity! Now though, all she had to do was get to her car... as soon as the room stopped spinning so much...

Kizzy did not remember flopping back hard onto the surface of the dance stage. Only, one moment she had been concentrating on steeling herself for another hard walk/waddle, the next she was staring up at the ceiling, struggling to breathe from under the weight of her GG's. Then someone was looking down at her, a nondescript fuzzy face.

"Need some help, Celestial?" asked the stranger.

The dragoness only mumbled incoherently, brain drowning in booze and intermingling drugs, pharmaceutical and otherwise. Then someone was grabbing her wrists and pulling her limply upward. A few deep breaths cleared her oxygen starved brain a little and she realized she did recognize the man in front of her. It was doughnut guy! "H-hey th-thranksh..." she slurred badly through her numb mouth.

"Come on, let's go. I'll drive you home." said the hyena and then there was more pulling and pain split Kizzy's hazy world as she was forced up onto her feet. That had a distinctly sobering effect, but it also made the dragoness realize how messed up she was after a day of drinking, binging on anti-inflammatories, and not nearly enough food.

They were already most of the way to her car before Kizzy was able to summon the wherewithal to speak. "I can't..." she stifled a sudden dry heave as a bout of nausea slithered up from her insides. The abdominal cramp mutated into a sharp stabbing pain and Kizzy unknowingly clutched at her chest as she tried to remain upright, mostly supported by the sturdy man crouching low under her sagging right arm. "...can't d-drive." she managed finally.

"That's alright. I'll take... you home." grunted the man bearing a large portion of the dragon's staggering weight. He himself was panting as badly as she was by the time she had been loaded into the wide rear seat of her truck. Somehow, the hyena had the keys to her vehicle; had she given them to him? But the thought had barely crossed Kizzy's mind before she passed out numbly. When she awoke enough to be led inside her crappy apartment, she did not even think to wonder how this nice man had known where she lived. Her hands groped at the hyena's muscled, skinny and unremarkable body on the way inside, but she never remembered anything else of what happened that night.

Chapter 5

A few months later, Kizzy sat in Buster's office, filing his three-seater sofa with her remarkably wide ass. Her flesh was plump and fatter than ever, practically exploding out of her tight blouse, but this did not stop the little man from berating her about nonsense yet again.

"I've had it up to here with your behavior, Kizzy Chun!" said Buster, raising his miniscule hand up to his forehead. "You're getting more and more impossible to work with and half of the crew are threatening to resign if they have to put up with more of your abuse."

"Abuse?" said the pink dragoness, raising a fat, sagging forearm to her bulging chest, the massive mammary sagging out below where her inverted "elbow" rested.

Buster looked across at the massive woman flatly. "Last week Philip nearly collapsed after the fourth McDonald's run you forced him to do."

"It's not my fault that he doesn't own a car!" said the dragoness indignantly.

"And I've practically had to bribe Kevin not to file a sexual harassment suit against you!" said the small koala, planting his hands on his large desk.

Kizzy snorted and rolled her eyes. "That's ridiculous. Kevin's a guy and you can't sexually harass a guy, Buster."

The porno director sighed raggedly. "I don't think he finds it flattering when you grab his cock after we're done shooting, Kizzy." The dragoness opened her thick muzzle as if to continue the argument, but the koala silenced her with a snapping motion of his hand. "But that's beyond the point. The reason I decided to have this talk is that I'm putting my foot down." Kizzy heard him tap his foot loudly on the little leg support attached to his chair. "You need to shape up and be a team player, Kizzy Chun, or I'm cutting your contract." A deep frown creased the dragon's multitude of chin rolls, but Buster kept going, "No one is saying you have to be pleasant to be around, but you at least need to be tolerable."

The pink dragon's sagging cheeks and jowls transmuted rapidly to an intense shade of crimson, but otherwise the engorged dragon did not respond right away. Filling liberally Buster's groaning sofa, the feedee's frame displayed the results of her continued daily gorging and the many, many stuffing shoots which Buster had lined up to replace anything requiring Kizzy to do anything but sit or lay down in front of the camera. The woman was now visibly wider than she was tall; pink meaty flesh welled out to her sides like tidal waves and seemingly barely attached to anything solid for the way they jiggled with the slightest movement despite the incredible heft of the enormous woman. Thick, plump rolls formed at Kizzy's sides, piling on top of each other like layers of an uneven cake, the skin bulging and taut with new growth, its surface marred by livid raised stretch marks which were visible even through the thick fabric of her top. Given the constantly wobbling nature of the immensely greedy dragoness, it was actually a bit disconcerting how very still she became as she formulated an answer. Buster thought that he could almost hear Kizzy's beleaguered galloping heartbeat from across his wide desk.

At last, she casually reached into the vast cleavage she sported, the tight valley utterly eclipsing her small, fat-choked hands, and excavated a tightly rolled joint and an extremely expensive-looking silver Zippo. She lit up the still-technically illegal weed and blew the resulting stinking fog right into Buster's face. "Take out your phone, Buster." she said, her voice smoke-harsh.

Buster waved the foul smog away from his petite snout; he knew that the lard-stuffed dragon had a medical license, but still... "This behavior isn't winning you any points..."

Nonplussed, Kizzy just waved at the smaller man as she stuffed her lighter back between her heaving mounds of breast-fat. "Just get it out."

Frowning, Buster humored her. "And..." he started, but Kizzy went on almost immediately.

"Look up 'SSBBW' on Google." said the enormously fat dragoness before taking another long drag on her marijuana stick. She carelessly flicked the resulting ash onto Buster's carpet; she had to flick vigorously though for the hot ash to make it clear past her own bulging form which flowed well out ahead of her and liberally down onto the floor.

"I don't see wh-" Buster started but again Kizzy interrupted.

"Just do it!" she rasped and had to obviously strain to contain her wheezing as the smoke grew more dense in the small room. She pounded three times in quick succession on the bulging meat of her chest, but this produced little effect as she proceeded to cough several times wetly.

In the face of this grotesque display of vices, Buster decided this would be over sooner if he just did as she asked. He put the keyword into his phone.

Kizzy had just about recovered from her fit in the few seconds it took to load the results. "And what... do you see there... on the front page... of the image results." wheezed the morbidly obese dragoness.

Buster clicked over to the image results and his eyes were assaulted by a collage of rampant pink skin. His thin lips curled and he failed to answer for a long moment.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." said Kizzy, finally regaining at least a semblance of composure. She took a long drag from the joint, burning down most of its length before exhaling the rough, stinking vapor. Flicking the butt end carelessly onto Buster's carpet, she continued, "I am the number one SSBBW on the planet, Buster. When people look for fat girls, I'm right there at the top of all of the lists. You can't afford to drop me, in fact, you ought to be counting your lucky stars that you have me at all!"

Buster grunted, a sound which was actually a suppressed chuckle, but the porn producer was far from happy. As much as he hated to admit it, the more-than-rotund dragoness had a point, even if the fetish wing of his enterprise was only a minority portion of his business. "This is a dangerous path you're walking, Kizzy." grumbled Buster, but he could not hide the defeated tone in his voice.

"I don't plan on walking anywhere!" roared the dragoness, deliberately missing the metaphor. "I plan on sitting right here and letting my money-making ass get even fatter... and you're going to help me, Buster!" She jabbed a pink sausage finger at the small man and all the koala could do was sigh and roll his eyes, lifting his palms upwards. Kizzy scooted her titanic ass on the groaning sofa and Buster winced as some buried spring twanged audibly, finally having had enough. "Now, why don't you be a good little bear and send Kevin in here to help me out of this cheap pile of sticks you call a sofa?"

Buster, who was close to his limit, knew better than to correct the dragoness and thus extend the argument and probably elicit further insults from the obese woman. He hopped off of his tall chair and stomped out of his own office, grumbling, "...Wasn't like I was getting any work done around here anyways..."

"What was that?" asked Kizzy, baiting the waters, but Buster only slammed his door shut behind him.

A short time later, the tall muscular owl came through the portal, the lard-stuffed dragon not having budged an inch in the intervening period. The owl looked surprised to see Kizzy there and had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. "I suppose you need a hand up?" he asked reluctantly. He had already complained loudly about the dragoness asking him in particular to help her barely-mobile ass on multiple occasions and to anyone in the general vicinity.

"That's so sweet of you to offer, Kevin!" said Kizzy sweetly and she extended her plump sagging arms; even the meat on her forearms sagged now, down into a crease that wobbled well below the buried elbow joint. Her upper arms were like semi-solid inner tubes that ballooned and fell clear out of her too-tight short sleeves, the pink flesh welling and sagging like warm bubblegum.

Kevin sighed, resigned to his fate and walked over, having to give actual space now to the amount of belly fat spilling onto the ground ahead of the beached dragoness. Kizzy had gained so much weight now that it was practically impossible for her to get up or move around on her own. On set, she always needed someone to haul her up and then lean on as she hobbled around a few steps. The muscular owl had no idea how she managed on her own. He coughed lightly for the lingering fumes in the room as he carefully planted his clawed feet around the swollen mass of belly fat that was now sticking well ahead of her plump toes. It disgusted Kevin in a visceral way the way that Kizzy was now distorting her shape; she seemed to have nearly doubled her weight since they had started working together, but he had had no idea that anyone could get so obese... or so slovenly, even after he realized that Kizzy was unprofessional and uninhibited in almost every way.

Kevin went stock still as he felt a hand take hold of him. He was still wearing tights from the previous shoot, so his package was clearly delineated in the thin fabric, and - here he had to give the bloated dragoness some credit - he had not even seen her hand move as she took hold of him, squeezing his cock and balls in her soft hand which felt more likes a babe's since it was so thick with excess pudge; he could actually feel the thick wrinkles of her palm against his generous sack as she began working him immediately in a way that he was already familiar with.

"Aw, come on, Kevin. Where's the fun in just moving along right away?" she asked him in response to his immediate shock and glower.

Kevin moved his hand towards hers, but she squeezed him hard and he grunted, "Ugh...!" The fingers of his hand curled and he was forced the freeze again in her grip. "Kizzy... st-" he attempted but she pulled him forward, forcing him to move. Kevin was not only a big specimen, but unusually sensitive, despite his line of work. He took two steps forward until he had to shove his feet under the heavy apron of fat on the ground and his hips were beginning to press against the upper swell of belly fat that supported Kizzy's now heaving breasts.

The dragoness guided her hand and Kevin's stretched genitals easily towards the cleft of her massive tits, dragging him into the warm, sweaty confines between the twin mountains held together by her straining blouse; and she was sweaty, despite the room being quite cool. Despite the situation and the pain she was causing him, Kevin's cock predicatbly behaved with a mind of its own with no input from him. "Mhmmm, yeah. You're getting into it now, aren't you Big Boy?" she cooed, and began to massage him more vigorously with her soft fingers until Kevin put a hand on her bulbous, meaty shoulder.

"Stop it Kizzy!" he said even as she was reaching with her free hand towards his spandex waistband. The only reason she had not stripped him immediately is that she had trouble reaching around the vastness of her own girthy chest. She tugged on him again, and Kevin grunted and clacked his beak tightly, bearing it. "Stop this." he repeated.

Kizzy opened and closed her plump mouth several times like a fish, apparently not expecting this reaction. Then she developed a more usual suggestive grin, "Come on, Kevin..." she said pleadingly. Her free hand moved towards the massive cleft of her chest, but stopped part way, apparently too fat to reach in with its twin towards the owl's captured shaft. "We're alone in Buster's office... Think of dirty shit we could do. It'd only take a few minutes..."

The feathers rose on the back of Kevin's neck. 'Why is she always like this?!' he barked in his own mind. He'd gone from a business-like disinterest in the hugely obese woman to an active loathing and despite what his hardening member suggested, his skin was practically crawling now with how she was constantly coming onto him. His usual politeness cracked, "Get the fuck off of me, Kizzy!"

But the hungry woman only pulled him deeper into the seemingly endless cleft, making his balls disappear as well as if she wanted to pull his pelvis in after his junk. Then, struggling to bend forward even an inch against the mountainous weight bearing down on her massively wide frame, she said with a moist mouth, "I'll suck it if you want, real quick."

"Damnit, Kizzy!" Kevin yelped as he tore himself free of her by force, pushing his hand half a foot into her yielding shoulder. It hurt even more with his penis erect than it had been flaccid and his hand flew to his crotch to support his ten aching inches. "You're fucking crazy!" he shouted at her angrily as he hopped back a step or two, easily out of the fat woman's reach.

"Yeah, and you're a fuckin' pussy." grunted a sour dragoness.

"Beats being a whore!" said Kevin who really was quite sore. He keened once under his breath and struggled to take a deep breath as his eyes watered.

Kizzy had to extend her arm fully to reach past her own love handle to one of the cushions she was half crushing under her bulk. She yanked it free of her rippling flesh and threw it at the owl. "What, you can't get it up unless the camera is rolling, you fucking freak? Is that your fuckin' fetish or somethin'?"

Kevin knew she wanted to demean him, but he was already past caring about the pink dragon's opinion. "That's just business, Kizz!." he sucked air and straightened up, not looking down at the bulge in his tights for fear of seeing a crooked outline. "Do you think I actually wanted to fuck you?"

That seemed to cut through the bloated female's thick armor. She just gawped at Kevin for a moment as he hopped back another step, leaning against Buster's desk as he lifted one thickly muscled leg and gingerly adjusted his tights. The shock and hurt on her face vanished quickly, however, to be replaced by raw fury. She reached over her massive frame for the remaining cushion at her other side. "Well, who says I want to fuck you again, you prick!" she shouted at Kevin. "Buster's got half a dozen other studs in his stable waiting to get their chance at me, so you can go fuck yourself!" The threw the pillow and it smacked the bird hard on the head before flying off, but the tall man barely flinched.

"You're a child, Kizzy..." he said with a resigned sigh and made for the door, ignoring more threats and insults thrown at his back.

After Kevin was gone, Kizzy sat by herself for a long while, wallowing in anger and feeling her beleaguered heart race uncomfortably in her clotted chest. She lit up another joint and smoked it to a blackened nub. Her stained fingers hurt and her belly ached to be filled with a pre-brunch snack, but her heavy bottom remained glued to the groaning sofa. Of course she could not get up on her own anymore... and Kevin had apparently just left her there, 'the asshole.' the dragoness grumbled and soon her churning stomach was grumbling as well, aching to be filled. The engorged dragoness shifted her weight but the very familiar pain flared in her knees at even the suggestion of weight as well as several discs in her lower back whose cartilage had been flattened into wafer thins by the rampant weight of herself.

Left with few devices, Kizzy found herself falling back into old habits, and yet also so new. Her plump hands ran over the surface of her breasts straining at the tight blouse and of her belly which fell liberally out of the bottom of her top like a pink waterfall, or perhaps a flood. She let the soft flesh well between her fingers and pushed and pulled it with her palms feeling how heavy even the front portions of herself were. The mere fact that her weight was keeping her effectively pinned in the sofa, and even the pain afflicting her joints turned her on. She was so fucking fat! And how great was that! She had been doing fantastically well on her 'diet' for nearly a year now, her body was already barely recognizable from how she had been. The feeling of the floor against her lower belly by itself was enough to make her moist as she was still now. 'If only Kevin weren't such a pussy!' She fumed and she wanted him to pay for embarrassing her just now and yet even in her secret heart, she knew that she would not be able to resist the bird and his gorgeous cock when it came time to shoot later...

After what seemed like an hour (but might have been as little as fifteen minutes) the door to the office opened, but it was neither Kevin nor Buster. Instead, it was a face she recognized, but the name escaped her. That hyena! She thought, but lacking a name, all she could manage was, "Oh... hey!"

The hyena waved weakly at her. "I... um, heard you were in here. Would you like a hand?"

"I wouldn't mind at all." said Kizzy, holding out a hand demurely. The dragoness then grunted heavily as the man hauled her onto her aching, complaining knees and continued to slouch against him, hugging his narrow waist as her lower back forced her to hunch over, her belly occasionally brushing the ground as she waddled and wobbled over the floor. This felt exceedingly familiar and Kizzy realized that aside from Kevin, it was this hyena who regularly assisted her movement nowadays. However, the pain soon got to her and just a couple rooms over she signaled that she needed to sit again, her body's support structures aflame for the excessive weight and her heart beating so quickly in her enlarged chest that she could barely make out the individual beats. Gasping for breath she collapsed onto a handy ottoman, her ass sagging off of both sides and some internal support snapping as her globular ass crashed down, but it did not collapse completely and that was all Kizzy cared about.

"Are you alright?" asked the familiar yet unknown hyena. He stood over her, paw placed gently, almost nervously on her expansive creased shoulder.

"Not... really..." gasped the morbidly obese dragon. Her head was pounding with the influx of a headache, probably her blood pressure or blood sugar or a combination of the two acting up again. Her cunt was already dripping with the plain fact of her obesity and yet... and yet, Kizzy did not know how much more of this she could actually take; and by this, she meant the vain effort of moving around under her own power.

As if reading her mind, the hyena said, "No offense, Celestial, but... erm, have you looked into getting some... um, help with getting around? I know someone who could..." but he was obviously too shy to finish his sentence.

Kizzy turned her head slightly around on her thick neck. She had supposed that the eventuality would come in time. Looking at the not-handsome man, a name suddenly popped into mind, "It's Emilio, right?" The hyena cracked a grin and only chuckled softly.

Chapter 6

The electric motor hummed loudly under its more than considerable load, but Kizzy hardly minded the mild annoyance; it beat the hell out of a racing heart and gasping for breath while struggling to support the massive bulk of her body, not that she honestly even could at this point.

The massive pink dragoness more than filled the chassis of her sleek new electric scooter, even after the considerable modifications built in by Enrique's friend who turned out to be something of a mechanic. The scooter's thick tires and heavy-duty engine bore her astounding weight admirably as her flesh all but oozed out of the sides of the wide bucket seat she had somehow already outgrown. A weight of well over 800 pounds was crushing on the dragon's petite frame and frankly, Kizzy Chun had little idea of how much she actually weighed seeing as she could barely transfer her mountainous bulk out of her scooter and onto an adjacent surface let alone stand up long enough to be weighed on a scale; not that there were many scales available which would measure up to her current weight!

Today's shooting location was unusually amiable to the extraordinarily obese dragoness, far more so than the empty suburban homes which Buster usually rented whose doors Kizzy now had extreme difficulty passing through. It was an honest to goodness studio and Kizzy wondered vaguely how much Buster had spent on the production of their current project and perhaps Kizzy's greatest performance yet.

The platform finished lowering the massive dragoness and her scooter down to the yellow-striped parking spot, though the surface of her sagging tits continued to jiggle for several seconds longer, a result of the bouncing, unsteady engine powering the vehicle's heavy-duty lift. A thick, fat-clotted foot depressed the pedal on the scooter to start her moving forward; the dragoness was rocking lavender slippers today, it was pretty much impossible to find any other kind of footwear that fit nowadays seeing as her feet were largely enveloped by her sagging, fluid-filled, and leaking calves and were as round as tangerines.

Once Kizzy had move forward a couple feet off of the steel platform, she called back towards the large van which had carried her here. "I'm off!"

Inside the large van with reinforced suspension, a hyena flicked an installed switch near the dash and the steel platform began to rise noisily. Enrique couldn't twist the keys out of the ignition until the loading grate was completely back in place, but Kizzy didn't bother waiting for him, instead plowing forward, her gargantuan frame rippling in sympathy with the whining electric engine which propelled her. He watched her go, observing carefully the way her round, wide body expanded all around the black leather back of the scooter. As always he wound up girding his loins and had to take a couple deep breaths to calm himself. The pink dragoness was coming along marvelously well, astoundingly well, in fact, but little wonder seeing as she spent almost more time nowadays stuffing her fat face on camera as getting fucked and that was perfectly fine with the rugged and nondescript hyena. In fact, there were few times in his bedraggled, mostly overlooked life that he had been happier and this in spite of the additional grunt work he had undertaken recently, or rather because of the extra grunt work actually.

Quite informally and by virtue of simply being there, Enrique had somehow found himself being conscripted into something of a valet for if not the world's fattest women technically, then definitely the most well-known publicly and the most prolific. She had never agreed to pay him for any of the long hours he spent running errands which were exceedingly cumbersome now for the increasingly moribund dragoness, yet Enrique never once dreamed of asking for compensation. Just being around such a massively overstuffed woman was reward enough, but there was also access as well as the fact that she now more or less remembered his name. Switching off the vehicle, Enrique took note of the fact that he would need to allot time to refill the gas tank during his lunch break, appending it in his mind that it would be an excellent opportunity to buyout the gas station's stock of chocolate and nugget while he was there...

Inside the studio proper, Kizzy found herself surprisingly gracious towards the double doors which lead into the building as it was now hasslesome in the extreme to fit her overgrown body through any regular door. It was a feat which was rapidly becoming an impossibility now as the dragoness could scarcely support her own weight long enough on her feet to shuffle through a regular-sized portal, even with multiple people helping work her surging fat through the constriction. She sighed with the simple pleasure of avoiding the pain and hassle as she pushed her way through, the jolt jiggling the semi-solid fat plunging at her ankles and the lowermost portion of her belly which rested heavily on the floor of the scooter.

Her eyes had barely adjusted to the building's light before a voice which had grown especially loathsome to the dragoness over the past year and a half greeted her. "Late again, Ms. Chun..." sighed Buster raggedly, but in a defeated tone which suggested he expected no less.

"You can't seriously expect an 800 pound woman to move around all that quickly, you cruel man." she said with mock hurt in her voice, though her eyes glinted mischievously. She never did like to miss an opportunity to crow about how huge she was now, how imposing her weight was not only on her but basically everyone around her.

But Buster only gave a dead eyed reaction, looking back down at the clipboard he held in his tiny hands. "Just get on into Costume, Kizzy." he said with restrained anger and waved her on; he didn't even bother mentioning that however slow she was, she could have left earlier. The dragoness rolled forward, her massive collection of pink-skinned fat jiggling mightily.

In the costume room, the two women there had their work cut out for them when Kizzy finally rolled in. It was the work of several minutes just arranging a suitable surface for the mountainous dragoness to transfer her bulk onto in a quick but exhausting movement. It took all of the extremely limited strength the dragoness possessed even to lurch haphazardly onto the wide bench, her sagging ass filling it even as it dragged over the surface, her legs already giving out from the massive strain her weight made. Kizzy did not know how much longer she would be able even to manage this, her petite legs feelings like jelly under the compressing weight of her body even so far as they looked like a cross between tree trunks and dribbling candle stalks.

The dragoness sat there and breathed heavily as the two women set about their more than considerable workload. The pink leathery skin stretched on and on, making for an enormous canvas on which to paint today's necessaries which amounted to a lot of gold glitter blush. However there was a complicating factor.

The dragoness watched placidly as her makeup team whispered quietly to themselves, clawed fingers jabbing occasionally at various spots all along the lower contours of her wide belly. Kizzy had barely even seen the marks she knew they were discussing how to cover up, but she knew what they were talking about even as she tore apart a huge cream danish to mollify her fouling mood as she looked at the slant-eyed looks from the quiet women.

Kizzy had never been robust, but lately her health had seemed to be taking a turn for the worse as her weight aggravated a host of unpleasant complications which Kizzy had known cognitively were risk factors of her lifestyle yet had never seriously considered would happen to her. She had already been diabetic for a number of years now, but the necessary transition from medication to injected insulin had been a harsh one and even with an admittedly half-hearted attempt at reigning in her out of control sugar levels, some real and disturbing complications had begun to settle in, chief among them being a spreading numbness in the tips of her fingers and toes, but more distressingly a serious retardation in her ability to heal even minor injuries. Poor circulation throughout her huge body and the diabetes made bruises into semi-permanent marks and now her lower belly was scattered with them as well as with various unhealthy pockmarks from which she had no idea how they had come about; and that was not even getting into the mess which the skin had progressed into under her mammoth apron or the spongy water retention problem she now had with her lower legs. There was more, but Kizzy tried to put these things out of her mind and just focus on the food that somehow kept appearing in her hands as the woman labored across her body, spackling over the numerous sores and dark spots with thick makeup. It was over 40 minutes before they even got to her face and they had not even started with the jewelry yet...

Kizzy did not manage to roll onto set until nearly two hours had passed and Kizzy considered that an almost record-breaking pace. Looking in the mirror at least, the vain dragoness had something to be considerate of seeing as Buster had finally cast her in in a role resembling what ought to be her lot by right. Countless gold chains rattled over the dragon's rippling body as she hoisted herself out of her scooter with the aid of Buster and Kevin this time, each strong man pulling her up with a hand shoved into the flabby confines under a pillow arm larger than either's head and moving with a quite literal consistency of jelly. Kizzy grunted as she forced her half buried feet to turn herself around before collapsing onto the luxurious gilded fainting couch on set. She was huffing again, her heart beating way too quickly as she left the work of adjusting her many folds and even the position of her bloated, heavy legs to various stage hands. However, as her belly was pulled partially out from under her thigh and draped carefully over the ground below the short-legged couch, there was a general groaning from the nearby hands as a cloud of funk arose from the sweating, moist skin under the overheated confines of Kizzy's underbelly.

Buster called, "What's the matter? We're not going to get any shooting done today at all at this rate!" However, everyone was too shy to answer and Kizzy was just sighing with relief as cool air was allowed to wash over what had become a very congested and uncomfortable part of her anatomy, even if her claustrophobic sex remained hidden away under an impressive FUPA. Eventually the problem made itself apparent and the director shouted at the one person still lingering close by to the whale-like dragon. "G-go get a wash cloth or something!" shouted Buster drawing a small paw down his exasperated face. The hyena moved into action readily, no one but himself or the dragoness knowing that he was already well practiced with the task at hand.

After a few minutes spent wiping with stinging pads and clothes, not to mention a few doors opened, the stage was sanitary enough for most of the crew to move back in, however, it was clear from the unhappy murmurings that morale was low among most. In fact, many people were hesitant to get near to Kizzy at all anymore, which left it to the one hyena willing to be near her to finish adjusting how the gold chains and jewelry hung across her oversized body as she posed on the groaning, reinforced sofa, her lower belly still spreading over the ground. However, like the dragoness herself the sole remaining attendant thought that she looked more than admirable, she was marvelous.

Kizzy Chun was done up today as an Egyptian princess or else an alien goddess of some tyrannical desert culture. Her round face was painted as was most of her body insofar was was practical within the bounds of time and the cost of paint to slather her massive body. Her skin was left sparkling with nary a hint of the disease which was steadily infesting her oversized frame. Her coverings were composed chiefly of gold chains (technically faux gold, but good enough for the camera) which were draped thickly about her neck and chest, but left much of the great abdomen bare; there was also some scattered silks of teal and green, but mostly to add color to the outfit rather than to conceal anything at all. Multiple chains hung from the dragon's pierced nipples, the links flowing over the smooth pink skin and connecting to a larger, heavier band that lead downward in a single chain to a jeweled belly button piercing. Given Kizzy's physique, however, this was closer to the ground than anything else, certainly lower than the platform of the fainting couch she was reclining on. Every movement she made was accompanied by the clink and rustle of the many chains, even her own heavy breathing as she sat still to have final touches applies to her eyes as well as where the makeup had been marred by the ungraceful transfer to the couch itself.

Cameras moved in closer as the crew scattered from the dragon's massive, obese frame. "Let's get this over with!" huffed Buster into his speaking cone and they all began.

Princess Awshalem reposed exquisitely as the prisoners were brought before her, humbled down by a blow to the back of their knees. She observed them haughtily as a silent slave-girl less than an eighth of the princess's prodigious size fed her grapes from a golden platter. The chains rustled as she shifted her massive weight subtly, but their sounds were not enough to mask the woman's heavy breathing.

The owl and the bear in front of her were nearly naked, stripped down to grubby stained loincloths and though both of the men were large, their mass put together would still barely make half of the golden god's weight before them. They kept their eyes lowered, their expressions blean and as beaten as the bruises that showed plainly on their bodies.

At length the dragon goddess spoke. "Well, have you outlanders anything to say for yourselves?"

The two nearly naked men looked at each other, even as the dragon's great breast rose and fell steadily, shifting the chains nestled around her massive figure, even down to the mountainous belly which draped clear onto the ground before her.

Todd the bear looked like he had quite a lot to say, but he remained silent at a touch from the owl's wing. Kevin spoke. "Great Mistress, please have mercy on us. My companion and I are merely explorers from a distant world, we wish no harm to-"

Kevin attempted to speak further, but was silenced by a wave from the dragon's thick arm, a wave which coursed through the pink pudding there long after she had finished the motion.

"Enough inane excuses, I already know enough to condemn the two of you three times over..." Lazily, the princess drew on a thin silver pipe and exhaled a vapor from her nostrils with a great sigh which rustled the metal links slathering her like golden snakes. When she breathed again, the air rasping harshly in the back of her clotted throat, she said, "But... in my great mercy, I shall permit you two a penance..."

The servants around the golden goddess moved in choreographed tandem, pushing the bear and the owl down onto their hands and knees, even as the enormous pink belly was pulled forward over the ground, the slender female servant struggling to shift its weight with both hands. From the deep fatty folds, a heat haze rose from the glistening, still-hidden skin. The two prisoners, and even the servants around, reacted visibly, wrinkling their noses as a pungent, cloying odor arose. In fact, everyone's reactions seemed immensely genuine even as the dragoness herself sighed again with pleasure at the airing out of her deep fat.

Without further word, the prisoners' heads were shoved forward towards the dark crevasses under the gargantuan belly by the butts of spears. "...Yes, a penance for the both of you." cooed the dragon goddess with her small dainty hands on her grossly overgrown bosom which jutted out ahead of her, the mammaries hanging pendulously on top of each other due to the slanting position of her body.

Kevin and Todd's heads disappeared liberally under the giant pink belly, the owl pulling himself mostly onto the bear's back as they were prodded forward with unfriendly pokes and prods to their bruised bodies. The space under the titanic wave of belly fat was at once cavernous and claustrophobic as the slick fat pressed against their shoulders and either side of their faces. Shudders ran down the backs of both men as they struggled with an obviously intense body odor and occasionally, the discolored inside folds of the skin became visible through more and more intense jiggling of the boneless flesh. Deeper and deeper beak and snout was shoved with the goddess becoming visibly more aroused as she began fingering her nipple piercings which she could barely even reach with her ludicrously short and fat-filled arms. The scene was just beginning to increase in intensity when the bear gave a sudden lurch that was more spasm than shudder. In spite of the spears at his back, he threw himself upwards and back, throwing off Kevin entirely and nearly toppling over himself. He came up gagging and before he managed more than half a step, began hurling violently off-camera.

"CUT!!!" yelled Buster and the cameras ceased their whirring.

The koala patted the big bear on his broad back as he finished emptying the last of his lunch into a hastily procured bucket. "S-sorry..." murmured the large man as he finished trembling and wiped the mess from his mouth. "I... I couldn't..."

Buster just shushed him, however, as it was fairly plain what had happened and he could do without the exact details of whatever he had encountered in some long forgotten fat fold between the corpulent dragon's legs which had evaded the hasty cleaning she'd had pre-shooting. "Get her cleaned up, we're shooting again in fifteen!" was all he said on the matter to the questioning looks of the rest of the crew.

However, despite the order, there was no immediate reaction to move towards Kizzy where she still rested in on the Dune-esque set, hampered by her extreme weight from even significantly altering her posture where she leaned on the still-groaning fainting couch. Given Todd's violent reaction to the inner confines of the tight, overlapping flesh under the dragon's burgeoning belly, it was to be expected, however. And the wait would have gone on a great deal longer if it were not for a certain hyena who sprang into action wielding both a large loofa sponge and a big bucket of warm, soapy water. Buster nodded at Enrique as he passed before falling on his knees like the men before him to explore Kizzy's hidden confines. The koala's eyes lingered on his back for a time, however. The hyena had certainly been saving him a mountain of unnecessary hassle for the past several months, but the way he fawned over the lard-stuffed dragon was almost too unseemly for a proper workplace and so far no one had elucidated his exact relationship to Kizzy which was certainly not of any romantic nature as far as anyone could tell. But Buster was honestly almost too exhausted to do anything but notice. He was very tired of dealing with the constant deluge of problems the damned dragon created for everyone around her, no matter her popularity with the deviants of the wide world.

Unaware of the attention, Enrique arched his back as he thrust his arm forward into the tight places between Kizzy's thighs. He held her belly at bay on his left shoulder as he worked by feel with both hands, usually prying open some heavy fold with one hand while holding the sponge with the other. The skin all around the the secret, cave-like space was mottled and discolored like a bruised peach, dry and scaly with dandruff in places though the rest of her was smooth leather. Despite his long hours of work, it was more than one hyena could do to keep the skin from deteriorating here where exposure to air was a luxury and Kizzy's own body heat caused sweltering temperatures and constant moisture to accumulate almost as soon as any cleaning was finished. The water slushed out grey from between the dragon's rampant folds and to himself, Enrique scoffed at the poor work the makeup crew had done earlier. After all, only he knew all of Celestial's intricate folds, and now she was getting so big he had to wonder if even he knew all of them under here. The weight of her massive leg made the space between her thighs proper extremely tight, but he knew better than to ask the dragon to lift it. She would only complain about the effort and besides, the hyena got more excited the harder it was to work on Celestial's maintenance. Indeed, as he was forced to use the muscles in his back and shoulders to move the sponge back and forth over yards of rashy tight skin, he could feel the deep burn there and he knew that his work was telling on him just as Celestial's appetite showed here constantly. Much to the hyena's surprise, his formerly skinny and slightly flabby physique was melting away as his arms and shoulders gathered a new definition that had been lacking before. It had taken a very long time to notice as Enrique was, if anything, even more oblivious to these changes than the dragon on which he slathered his care, but just the other day he had received a comment from a female coworker on the tightness of his shirt, and definitely not in a bad way. That had left Enrique feeling flustered at the moment and he still had a lot to think about moving forward.

Even while the hyena was hard at work, however, Kizzy fairly quickly busied herself with something else despite how very sedentary she was becoming both physically and in mindset. After having her purse brought to her by another of the crew, she quickly withdrew a pocket mirror and a small white packet. The powder was drawn onto the surface of the mirror and snorted into the pink pudgey snout even before Enrique lifted his head from the dragon's abyssal depths. Her massive body gave a quick shudder that rocked the sandwiched Enrique back and forth as the drug had its numbing effect.

"Don't tell me you just did what I think you did." spoke a familiar if annoying voice from below the horizon of pink breast meat where Kizzy Chun sat.

She depressed her bosom a bit with a hand and looked down at the little man. "What's it to you, Buster? I just needed a little pick-me-up." She snorted again and wiped at her dusted nostrils, rubbing at her teeth through her lips with her baby-like hand in the process. "Acting is hard work!"

Buster meanwhile looked nearly beyond apoplectic. "This isn't Hollywood, Chun, and I don't intend to run my company like a drug den." The koala tugged on the fur atop his head, "You're on fucking set, Kizzy!"

Buster rarely swore, but even this extreme barely penetrated the dragon's increasing high as she felt her already beleaguered heart notch up into an uncomfortably fast pace deep below the massive padding of her chest. "Well, I don' really give crap 'bout wha' you think, Buster." Kizzy slurred as her teeth grew a felt covering and a good feeling spread through her overstuffed body, covering up the many aches and pains that constantly afflicted her when she was sober.

Before Buster could continue the argument, however, Enrique poked his head up, breathing heavily, still mostly sandwiched under the woman's titanic belly. "Perfect timing, Emmanuel!" said Kizzy taking the excuse to turn away from Buster with abandon. "Since we're taking a break, you can fetch me a little snack. I could just die for some White Castle right now!" Using the maximum reach of her fat, sagging arm, she managed to pat the hyena gently with her sausage fingers and a shiver ran visibly across the lean man's frame.

"O-of course! Right away!" said Enrique doggishly and he quickly extracted himself from Kizzy's confines. He was already halfway out of the door before Buster could stop him, calling, "White Castle is half an hour away, we don't have time for that!" However, the sound of Kizzy's van could already be heard starting up in the parking lot in response.

Most of the next hour was spent in heated argument with the director. But as much as she shoved and whatever threats he made to get the shooting back on schedule once Todd had recovered enough for a second take, Kizzy refused to cooperate, stating absurdly that she was too famished and exhausted from her performance earlier. In the end, the dragoness proved as intractable as her 800+ pound body and she forced everyone to wait until Enrique returned with a hulking double armful of tiny burgers, fries and milkshakes an hour after he left. Buster actually disappeared in an obvious rage and did not reappear until late that afternoon, even after the obese woman had rapidly devoured her 10,000 calorie "snack."

When Buster failed to reappear, Kevin took charge and lead the effort to at least finish the scene they had been working on. By the time they had collected a decent take, Buster was back, though silent. He hopped up into his chair and stared with open malice at the gigantic pink dragon. By the time 4 o'clock rolled around, it was clear that little more progress could be made on a new scene and in all, less than half of the work appointed for that day had been accomplished. Even so, Kizzy managed yet another scandalous scene as she lustily groped Kevin once again in passing after she had managed to laboriously climb back into her weary scooter.

The tall man was forced to dance away from her and she waved one of her giant tits at him using both hands on the massive fatty appendage. "Oh come on, we didn't even have any proper fun today!" she whined.

"And who's fault was that?" Kevin harrumphed as he walked quickly away to put some actual clothes on.

Kizzy made as if to chase after him, but instead Buster appeared in front of her thick tires and forced her to haul on the brakes. "What do you want?" she said testily, but Buster only handed her a thick envelope.

"We're done here, Ms. Chun." he said firmly and not without a hint of amusement in his weary eyes.

The dragon clumsily opened the envelope with her thick hands, revealing the pink slip. "What?!" she cried, outraged. "You can't fire me! We have a contract! I'm the most popular BBW on the planet!"

"Correction, I can fire you because I wrote the bloody contract!" he said wagging his tiny finger in front of the short woman, "And I don't care if you were Mariah Carey! I'm done dealing with your bullshit. Now get your fat, tub-ass out of my sound stage and roll on out of here!" Buster looked like he had wanted to say that to her for a very long time.

Kizzy spent only a few seconds more looking at the thick sheaf of papers. She had no head for legal terms and wouldn't have understood the legality of Buster's action even if she had an hour to study it; though she would have lacked the patience regardless. In the end, she was sure she couldn't actually force the small man to keep her on the payroll. She huffed angrily and crumpled the paper in her thick fist. "I don't need you!" she snarled and then said more loudly, "I don't need any of you!!" And with a twist of her free hand, her scooter whirred to life and Buster had to jump out of the way to avoid being crushed under the trundling mass of jiggling dragon-fat that rolled by. Kizzy cursed loudly under her breath as her entire fat-filled body jiggled and wobbled from the stuttering force of the scooter. 'Wait, it shouldn't be stuttering.' she thought and then pushed down some of the lard covering up the display panel and saw that she was dangerously low on battery power.

'Fucking hell! This can't possibly get any worse!' To be embarrassed in front of Buster in his final triumphant moment over her was too much to bear and she could feel his eyes on her broad back hotly. But her heavy fattened self continue to rock violently as the scooter gave its last feeble attempts to haul her colossal weight forward before coming to a stop. Kizzy pounded on the steering wheel violently, narrowly missing bruising her own breast which welled up against its surface.

Because she couldn't think of what else to do, she gingerly lowered her thick leg down over the side of the scooter platform and tried to push herself forward as if on a skateboard. It seemed to actually work for a moment, that is until she felt a sharp pinch in her lower belly. She couldn't at first figure out what it was, but it hurt more as she tried to shove herself clumsily forward. Then she felt a further pinch as her fat was shoved both under the wheel of her scooter and into the wheelhouse surrounding it. Groaning with pain, embarrassment and impotent rage, she was forced to push herself painfully back and haul up on one side of her fat belly which had spilled out of the bottom of the scooter like so much lost groceries. In that moment, she hated her body, but remained as helplessly trapped. She began to sob.

But just as things seemed like they could not possibly get worse, there was a force behind her and she began to roll forward again. A set of hands was pressing into her soft back which expanded all around the back of the scooter and Kizzy did not have to turn around to see who it was. 'The hyena! No... Enrique..." she thought and corrected herself in the same instant. And of course it was, because who else would it be? Nobody else around here would even give her the time of day of their own accord. Nobody but this strange, docile, almost-cute hyena. She continued to mope as she was pushed and loaded into her van like a large storage container, but there was a kernal of immeasurable relief that at least one person in the world seemed to care enough about her to do this for her...

Chapter 7

Four weeks after getting sacked, Kizzy Chun was still in the same place where she had spent almost all of the intervening time, namely the huge bed which filled one end of the trailer she had purchased as a new home once she had become too large to use most of the facilities and doorways in her old apartment. The double-wide had been custom fabricated to the dragon's needs and so was nearly one large studio room with no walls which might have restricted movement however wide she was, however, the dragoness hardly gave a thought towards moving her massive body these days. It was not as though she particularly needed to anyways. Not with Enrique there.

Not once had they spoken about their living arrangement. Enrique had obviously needed to drive her home that fateful day and since then, he'd just been... there. Seeing as Kizzy could hardly be bothered to do such menial things such as cooking or cleaning or washing the cavernous folds of her body she could no longer reach, there were obvious benefits to having a personal manservant around and he never once asked for a cent for compensation for his hours of unceasing labor; this last bit was especially relevant as Kizzy's finances were quickly falling into a death spiral without any stable income. Sure, she pulled in quite a bit of scratch on the side through normal social media and internet popularity, but nothing like her actual income and lately, she had needed almost all of it just to keep up with her mounting medical bills...

"Fucking nine-hundred a month for Repatha!" exclaimed the obese dragoness as she slammed her head back on her pillow, though more than half on her own neck rolls in reality. In her hand she crumpled the bill listing the pharmacopoeia she was currently taking and threw it clear across the trailer, jostling the entirety of her blubbery body. Repatha was an anti-cholesterol medication and just one of almost two-dozen prescriptions currently sapping all of her meager funds and maxing out her credit cards. Just seeing the bills stressed her out and made her want food as well as marijuana and strong liquor; things for which she also had little money left.

The hyena lifted his head from where he sat on the bed at the foot of Kizzy's flowing belly. The dragon's tantrum had jostled his lean frame as well. He paused, still holding Kizzy's lumpy cottage cheese shin in his hand where he had been stretching it back and forth like an invalid; the dragon was now getting bad cramps in her muscles from lack of movement, yet even rolling over was a chore considering how wide and heavy she was. She'd remained well fed for the past month as well and recent additions were quickly bringing into focus what an immobile lifestyle entailed both for the dragoness and her attendant hyena.

However, Enrique was not quite sure what to say. If anything, he had an even clearer idea of the desperateness of Celestial's financial situation, yet her monthly expenses were so high even if he put his own entire salary towards it, he could not help her make ends meet. She was indeed high-maintenance. He had already suggested carefully cutting back on some of her medications, however, as had quickly become apparent, the dragon's health problems were nearly as dire as her financial ones. In fact, he could feel it in the unwholesome fluid-filled and spongy consistency of her thick calf where the imprint of his hands lasted like playdough and the flesh was like as not to bruise under the lightest pressure like an overripe peach. Off and on, the liquid milling around inside Kizzy's congested tissues would actually weep through the skin, an amber liquid which quickly stank if not sopped up immediately, evidence of the extremely poor circulation and suboptimal function of her liver and kidneys to filter out toxins ever accumulating in her warehouse of a body. Enrique had learned early on that he needed to baby the dragon's tender, but brutally heavy body as she had lost most of her ability to heal from any injury already, bruises lingered for weeks and the bed sores became semi-permanent lesions which marred the otherwise tough and leathery dragon-hide, needing constant attention lest the infection take hold and sink into an abscess; Kizzy already had one of those deep within her inner thigh and the bandage needed constant changing as it showed no signs of healing at all.

Seeing as reducing costs seemed like a dangerous affair at this point, Enrique could only think of one thing to say. "I guess you'll have to try to earn some more money."

Though the hyena spoke in a quiet voice, the dragoness responded as if he had said something completely outrageous. She raised an exaggerated eyebrow at him and even the thoughts running through her mind seemed to make her breathe more heavily as she scarcely moved her body at all. Moon-cheeks wobbling, she said, "And how, exactly, am I supposed to do that." She made a half gesture with a thick hand, but the hyena took her meaning clearly; it was unclear at this point whether Kizzy could even get out of bed anymore and with the effort required, the lazy dragoness was loath to even try.

Enrique shrugged. "Make more videos?" It was and honest question. The hyena was not a financial guru, but he did know what he himself might be willing to spend spare cash on.

Kizzy crossed her bulbous arms, or at least she tried; at this point, the flesh around her upper body was so thick, it was all she could do to touch her wrists together without literally smushing her arm fat against her cheeks. "Oh sure, I'll just get right up and do that!" she said acidly, clearly in one of her moods.

Enrique didn't say anything for a long moment, instead continuing to handle the thick, heavy leg in his arms, his own muscles were burning with the effort. Finally he said quietly, "...I could work the camera."

Kizzy let her thick arms relax, the fat shoving them into a relaxed position for her, the skin now bunching at her non-existent elbows. "You?" she scoffed, but Enrique had been around Kizzy long enough now that he heard a serious tone on the edge of her voice. She hesitated, then added, "Do you even have a camera?"

The hyena nodded, letting the leg down which plopped bonelessly onto the mattress which was actually two king-sized mats pushed together to fill one end of the double-wide. "I have a few, actually..." said Enrique easily. "And I do a bit of photography."

Kizzy opened her mouth, but words failed, leaving her looking like a large pink salmon for a moment. She closed her snout at length and then looked thoughtfully at Enrique, something that still made the furry man feel like sweating down the back of his neck. Kizzy was so fucking hot, yet he was infinitely more comfortable fondling her shapeless folds than actually being the subject of her attention. She said at last, "Well... maybe you should bring them over tomorrow..."

The next day found Kizzy in the exact same place where Enrique had left her, but he had already been working for a couple hours, bringing several heavy bags from his cramped apartment which was more or less just a place he went to sleep and stored things now, and setting up equipment in Kizzy's mobile home. It was not actually as cramped as it might seem with such a large person inside, however. Kizzy hardly moved at all, and despite how enormous her frame was, she only took up a small portion of one room in the big, empty trailer. Because she almost never left the bed, Enrique was left with the rest of the space to construct a decent studio. He set up lights and all of the cameras he owned as well as a few laptops to capture and process the video footage. Eventually, things were as good as he could make them with the equipment he had on hand.

As he adjusted the focus on one of the cameras, Enrique said, "I think we can make a decent video here. The lighting's not bad at all."

Kizzy rolled her eyes, but her fingers were twitching. She could barely stand having to wait to shove the several boxes of doughnuts sitting next to her her into her salivating maw. "Screw the lighting!" she complained. "I don't see how another stuffing video is going to bring in enough cash to cover the bills this month!"

"It's about quantity." said Enrique placidly. "It's been a while since you last released an update."

But the dragoness shook her head, rubbing her collection of chins against each other. "That's exactly the problem! I can't just go back to posting the same-old, same-old."

Enrique shrugged thoughtfully, but failed to respond, still fiddling with the camera. This was definitely beyond his own area of expertise.

"Well, I haven't actually sold a sex shot on my own website before..." said Kizzy slowly, looking off into an empty corner of the ceiling.

Enrique's hackles rose in mounting alarm. When he tried to speak, however, the back of his throat turned to glue. She can't be suggesting that! He thought in alarm, but his body pulsed with anticipation and pent up lust he usually reserved for dark, quiet places. "Y-y-you'd n-need a g-guy for that th-though." struggled Enrique who looked up to see the huge, pink dragoness staring directly across at him. They hyena felt hideous in his cheap, too-tight clothing he had not bothered to replace once his body had started getting larger in weird areas. He wanted to disappear, but realized that he was already too deep into Kizzy's life now to evaporate like he might have once done. Not quite a partner... but, perhaps that was exactly what he was at this point.

The dragoness mmurred deep in her fat-clotted throat. Her eyes seemed to be appreciating the hyena behind the camera as she might an expensive piece of jewelry. However, just now, she was far less picky than she might have otherwise been. Even with the months of hauling on Kizzy's expensive and heavy form tightening up the man's physique, he was still no Kevin. But, seeing as Kizzy could not even reach her navel past her own pudge, it was not as though she had been able to give herself any pleasure at all since she'd been canned. It was hard to remember the last time she'd been this long without a proper orgasm and the craving inside the dragoness was deep indeed. Her sexual hunger made even a moderately attractive specimen like Enrique look much more appealing to her and it was not as though anyone else was about inside her trailer. "That's true... But I do seem to have a guy on hand, don't I?" She finished with a dirty wink.

Enrique froze, mortified, but his body was also tensed with an excitement that felt like electricity surging up his spine. He already knew what he wanted to do, what he had done already in his mind a thousand times, but... 'Me!? Now?!' he thought wildly. He had already spent an incredible amount of time considering how to work himself up to asking her, getting closer to her, becoming her actual friend before daring to attempt anything sexual. But it seemed that Kizzy's lust was cutting straight to the point and quite honestly, it was indeed her body alone that Enrique hungered for as the dragon's personality left much to be desired. The hyena swallowed heavily before he could respond. "I... I could... if you'd let me."

Kizzy blew a wet raspberry, sticking out her long tongue. "Gore! Don't be such a fuckin' prude." Rolling her eyes, she added, "Besides, you're a perfect stud. You're so plain lookin', you're a perfect stand-in for the guys online to project themselves into the video as they watch."

Enrique struggled to recall if he had ever received such a backhanded compliment, but it made a weird kind of sense. While he did like operating cameras and putting together photos and videos, he didn't actually like being on camera himself. Well, if he was careful with the camera angles and the editing, it was not as though he really needed to show his face...

The stuffing portion of the video went quickly as the well practiced dragoness emptied the boxes of pastries into her bottomless gullet with ease. They didn't bother with wiping the frosting from her snout or picking the sprinkles out of her vast cleavage before Enrique moved into position, stripping off his shirt and pulling the belt free from his jeans. Enrique felt embarrassed as the huge dragoness studied his flat stomach and upper body, saying nothing. The hyena took a last moment to adjust the positioning of the cameras, and after double checking that they were all working as needed, he steeled himself mentally.

The hyena found it hardest to make himself relax. Knowing both that this was going to be his first time with Kizzy, and if he messed up probably last time, and that he was being recorded for a video that would be sold online almost killed his libido. But as he knelt down on the bed supporting Kizzy's engorged frame and began sliding his paws up the vast dome of surging belly fat, his breath came more evenly and his hands stopped trembling. Oh, how he had ached to touch her this way! The way her flesh was soft, yet dense and heavy turned him on and though he had already been this close and more to her before, this was the first time that he could actually play with her fat, run his hands in and out of her rolls to either side of the smooth surface of her belly, stick his fingers deep into the gaping belly button, and grope openly at her enourmous sagging tits.

For the shot, Kizzy was mostly naked, however she did wear a long chain connecting her nipple piercings which she had rather liked from her last scene while working for Buster. Enrique placed an hand on the dragon's lower wave of belly fat and using this to support himself, reached forward to tug lightly on the long gold chain. Kizzy moaned deeply and sucked air through her teeth. However, after this she added in a whisper to him. "Enough with the foreplay, just get to the action!"

Her voice was commanding, but also needy and Enrique realized for the first time that it was possible that she wanted this even more than he did, especially considering how sexually active she had been before she had been forced out of her professional pornographic life. The sudden feeling of control delighted Enrique and he found he liked it as he gave the chain one more pull before letting go, drawing his claws down the thick leather skin of Kizzy's sides which were wide enough to consume the entire span of his arms. The dragon moaned again with her mounting need as the hyena struggled to lift up the enormous weight of her belly onto his shoulders, the sheer mass pushing his knees down into the soft mattress.

Kizzy's underbelly opened up dimly, like the inside of a cave, the bruise-colored skin exuding heat and a cloying, familiar smell despite the fact that he had cleaned her just before filming. But Enrique no longer associated the intense body odor with disease or negative feelings, in face, the scent just turned him on even more, even as it rubbed deeply into his fur as he pulled up the sagging fat further and turned onto his side so he could bring his hips forward. He was instantly standing at attention such that it was a relief as he unbuttoned his jeans and drew them and his underwear around his knees, his tail and other appendage springing free. His tail and whole bottom wagged feircely as he groped and prodded with more than his hands the multilayered lobes of fat that grew like the heads of mushrooms in Kizzy's hot, sweating confines. The entire time, the crushing weight of the dragon's belly laid on almost his entire body, the sensation itself being sufficient for Enrique to explode immediately, yet he just had to think about failure and the cameras on his back to keep himself under control.

Pushing his hands in deeper and trying to keep from overstimulating himself, Enrique found a huge mound of fat at the base of the enormous belly. The skin there was flaking and pitted and when the hyena's fingers probed, he felt Kizzy shudder and moan with mingled pleasure and pain from contact with the raw, rash-covered skin. Enrique could not be sure, but the sheer depth alone indicated that what he was feeling might be the hill of the dragon's overgrown mons, but in reality, there was honestly little way to be sure. He pressed his fingers deeper in gingerly and with effort because he was using the full reach of his arms. 'I can't believe how fat she is!' thought Enrique excitedly as his fingers grew damp, at least damper than usual and the fluid took on a distinctly different texture. Enrique avoided the instinct to pull his hands back and smell them. He did not want to give any signs to the cameras that he was actually a virgin, though hopefully not for much longer.

He arched his back and the muscles there showed through the close fur as he brought his pelvis up to where his hands were, feeling blindly and now lying almost totally on his side. He pulled an arm free and braced himself on Kizzy's thick thigh which was broad enough for him to sit his whole ass on like a saddle. Shoving forward now against the brutal wave of belly fat trying to flatten him, he drove himself home like a reverse Excalibur into the moist, dripping nook he had found. To the hyena's immense relief, Kizzy gave an ecstatic roar and began huffing approving grunts as he worked her as hard as he could.

Try as he might, Enrique could not help but come long before Kizzy was satisfied. His softening prick was squeezed out of the tight fat folds that hid the dragon's sex and he was forced to plunge in with his hands, though the target spot was so deeply buried in the welling fat that Enrique was half suffocated with the foul air under the dragon's belly by the time she signaled that he could stop. Afterwards, Enrique flopped lifelessly out from under the dragon's belly and found himself coming to on the floor several minutes later, having no memory of falling off of the mattress. Well, he would be sure to edit that part out of the final video...

Chapter 8

Fortunately for the morbidly obese dragoness, her and Enrique's efforts proved to be a viral success, garnering a massive amount of attention and revenue. Within a few months, in fact, she was making even more money regularly than she had working for Buster, but the dragoness was not able to make too much out of her newfound wealth as almost all of it went towards the installation of long needed medical equipment and supplies. Then again, now that she was firmly installed in the bed inside her trailer, it was not exactly possible for her to go on a vacation or even to the mall, now was it?

However, since she had access to a practical man-slave in the form of Enrique, it was not too hard to make the adjustment to full time bed status. In fact, once she finally got the long needed CPAP machine, insulin pump and intravenous stent installed, she began to feel a lot better than she had been lately, even as her waistline grew to ridiculous proportions and even her arms began to be coated with so much lard as to render them nearly useless.

In fact, the flesh all around her upper body grew much deeper, making it tangibly harder for Kizzy to draw breath and necessitating a permanent oxygen tank attached to her CPAP mask to fend of extreme fatigue and breathlessness. Her hands became so thick that they looked like she was wearing thick pink gloves and likewise, the extra padding made handling things like forks and knives unusually clumsy, almost as if she was five-years-old again. And these were just the things she tended to notice as she could barely even see her lower body over the amassing sacks of pink lard growing below the horizon of her chest. She was aware of the greater mass of her body only when she tried to roll over - an increasingly hopeless effort - and the pain she felt in the muscles of her tree-trunk legs as they steadily and relentlessly atrophied. Kizzy was aware also that she had severe problems with fluid retention and ulcerations within the multitudes of folded skin under her titanic belly, but she told Enrique strictly not to tell her about all of that. However, she could not ignore the hot stinging pain she felt as he treated and drained her growing number of unhealing injuries or the strange and uncomfortable heart palpitations she felt occasionally, especially late at night when she had trouble breathing from under the hundred pound boobs she wore.

To counteract the growing list of scary health complications, Kizzy naturally dived into her old cures, food and drugs. She made multiple stuffing videos every day now, essentially for every meal. She even had livecasting streams all day of her stuffing her fat face, taking breaks only to snort or smoke something to dull the various pains ravaging her half-ton body. However, as her arms became more and more weighed down with pink lard, their circumferences such that it was an effort to even bring her fat-wrinkled hands to her snout without pushing her own fat away, just the act of eating started to become exhausting to Kizzy.

Coming up on her one year anniversary of getting sacked, the dragoness slumped backwards, supporting her head on the many rolls behind her skull as a plate of heavy meat pies rested on her rack which jutted so far ahead of her now that she could easily use it as a table. Both of her arms stuck out to either side of her, her girth now so wide that her flesh was pushing out even her thick, ham-like forearms now. She breathed and snuffled uneasily and loudly with the weight bearing down on her chest, sucking oxygen through the tubes inserted into her nostrils.

Enrique looked up from the camera he was wielding; now he had several more and of higher quality as well as more advanced tools to improve the lighting in the studio as he termed Kizzy's live-in chamber. "What's the matter?" he asked, ears pricking up. It was not like Kizzy to leave half a dozen meat pies uneaten... or anything else uneaten for that matter.

Before Kizzy could answer, however, there was also a chime from one of the laptops set on a nearby counter. Enrique stole a peek at it and saw a growing list of negative comments on their live stream. Many of the couple thousand people watching were wanting to know why the dragon had stopped eating as well. The hyena gave a Kizzy a hand signal, a thumbs down, to let her know about the negative reactions without being overheard on camera.

Kizzy huffed angrily, sucking the air out of the tubes stuck in her nostrils. 'Those internet horndogs are so goddamn demanding!' she thought. But inside their enormous and heavy fat sleeves, her arms felt like limp noodles, and it was so hard even managing her forearms now, which were larger around than footballs and rubbed against her round cheeks and the sides of her snout. Because her pillow-like upper arms sagged really far down both sides of her elbow now, she not only had to lift the weight of her forearms to feed herself, but also a lot of her upper arm fat as well necessarily, and that was when she just moved from the elbow! Because of the thickness of her arms and the way they were always propped up at her sides, her biceps and triceps were going the way of her legs muscles now from underuse...

"Screw the feed!" She grunted, sagging into herself. She frequently abused her audience and they loved her for it. "I'm taking a break." she could not even lift her hand to make a cutting off movement, but Enrique understood. Both seemed to relax a bit when the red light eyes of the many cameras set up around the large bed faded.

Enrique said nothing immediately and Kizzy just sucked air for a while. Standing, the hyena took stock of what a hulking beast Kizzy had become over the course of the past year of almost non-stop eating and an immobile lifestyle.

She had clearly passed the 1,000 pound mark some time ago, but because she couldn't be moved from the bed any longer, there was almost no way to measure how immensely heavy the dragoness was now, even rolling over now was a nearly impossible and painful feat for the lard-stuffed dragon, a fact that had necessitated the creation of a slim opening between the two mattresses she laid on for sanitary purposes. Despite her diminutive frame, however, Kizzy was doing an excellent job at filling the wide surface of the huge bed. Due to her immobility, it was actually clear that her fat was growing steadily more out to the sides rather than in a strictly round shape, a result of sheer gravity and the fact that she spent almost all of her time on her back. Enrique had noticed the way the weird lobes of fat jutted out from her sides when she tried to shift to any other position, like they were bolted onto her sides, it was a little surreal, even if she looked soft as pudding when she was laying in her natural position.

Her body naturally was dominated by her massive belly which flowed clear out over her thick legs down to her calves. Her legs themselves were forced almost completely apart by the vastness of her thighs which for the most part, only Enrique had the pleasure of examining in their lucious, malformed detail. But even was was visible barely qualified as the words "leg" or "foot" at this point. Not just her obesity, but chronic conditions of fluid retention and multiple organ failure had resulted in blobby, cellulitic sacks which had mostly absorbed Kizzy's clawed feet, even past the soles which bulged outwards with soft skin, the arch and all signs of normal calluses completely absent. The fluid-filled fat that filled the round ends of Kizzy's feet had a wrinkled and diseased texture that Enrique was constantly battling to keep from deteriorating. It was fortunate that Kizzy had already consigned herself to spending the rest of her life in bed because Enrique could not imagine the round, water-bag feet supporting any weight at all, let alone the titanic weight of the dragoness they were attached to. The skin itself was so fragile and weeping constantly that the hyena was sure that it would simply tear under even light pressure and reveal the weird, sponge-like flesh underneath.

But Kizzy's lower body had already been under a heavy state of deterioration for months now. Her more recent gains had not only enlarged her incredible waistline but also began heavily congesting her upper body as well, something that the hyena had noticed she increasingly liked to complain about. The dragon's second chin was so massive at this point that it visibly ringed her entire head and extended well past the point of her snout, severely restricting the mobility of her entire head, even as her bulbous moon cheeks were so heavy now that they were obstructing the lower portion of her vision. Enrique already knew that the weight of her chest was such that it was difficult for the huge woman to breathe and that alone was enough to spring him to attention, but the sight of her massive mounds was more than enough to cause him physical pain and distraction. The huge assets were so bulbous and heavy that they seemed to be making a depression into the fat under them as it continued to grow and deepen all around, deforming the shape of Kizzy's upper belly. They were also hanging a good foot lower down than they had been before, heavy stretch marks showing livid on the dragon's upper chest as the skin struggled to maintain its integrity even though Kizzy never moved to a position where their full impressive weight would tug on their weak, fleshy attachments. Enrique wondered how much discomfort Kizzy might be in if the huge, 100 lb orbs were forced to hang free, but figured that she would likely never be bent over enough now to find out. Closing in on her puffy, fat-filled arms which the dragon had failed to move all this time even as her eyes kept flicking back and forth to the plate of unfinished meat pies he had spent most of that morning preparing, Enrique began to suspect what was the problem.

It was not the first time Kizzy had grown tired just from moving her massive, ridiculously bulbous arms around a little. Her upper arms were barely distinguishable as individual appendages at this point, and after all, how could they be with a circumference in excess of 80 inches - Enrique had measured himself - of luscious pink fat the consistency of rising bread dough. Both of her upper arms were so massive they mostly just sat on top of the sides of her boobs, the base of which extended out far past her own elbows to either side, keeping her arms permanently and fully propped up. Enrique seriously doubted that she could even lift those massive arms up over her head at this point. But her forearms were barely any better. He had seen the way her upper arm fat had begun to dominate even the last parts of her anatomy that Kizzy regularly used aside from her mouth. Elbow long ago eaten completely, the fat draped heavily at her forearms, the fat ever seeming to suck at the - relatively speaking - firmer parts of her arms as if trying to draw them into the rest of her blubbery mass. Her forearms themselves were little more than sagging lumps of blubber, though, perhaps a bit heavier and containing the only mass of muscle Kizzy seemed to have on her entire gigantic body. Her forearms though were oddly shaped, almost like twin cylinders since an enormous amount of limp fat hung underneath the firmer part that actually contained muscle and bone. Whenever she moved them, she had to drag around this limp mass that collected under the folds of her 'wrists' and dangled to bump up against the even softer fat bulging up against the upper portion of the forearm. The insides of Kizzy's elbows now were already mass of fat rolls piling on top of deeper fat rolls. It was little wonder why even moving her arms the little bit needed to stuff her face was so exhausting for her, with so many factors working against her.

Enrique waited for Kizzy to respond in her own time, he was already used to her fragile constitution necessitating the need for a lot of time to recover from basically any kind of stressor, physiological or emotional. She drew air heavily through her oxygen tubes for a long time, a behavior the hyena had noticed before, almost as if she was indeed catching her breath, even if she was not actually breathing all that fast. It might have been that she was waiting for her heart rate to slow down a little bit, though, as the hyena could see on the monitor behind her, it rarely ever got below 120 bpm nowadays. He noted absently that her sugar was climbing to a high 220 which triggered an automatic release of insulin from her pump, though enrique knew it would get even higher before she finished digesting all of the pies she had already eaten, and her blood pressure was pushing 160/128, really high on the down beat, but that was hard to counteract with all the cholesterol flooding Kizzy's clogged veins.

After several minutes, Kizzy finally said, "Get me a joint..."

"Sure..." said Enrique a little uneasily and opened Kizzy's 'supply' drawer, which was stuffed with various kinds of drug paraphernalia. Enrique squeezed his knees into the narrow space between the mattress and the wall of the trailer before scrambling over Kizzy's soft body to give her the already lit smoke. She took it placidly in her mouth from his hand, the hyena know already the dirty look she would give him if he simply handed it to her. She puffed on the joint's fumes and oxygen, the tip of the joint occasionally glaring absurdly bright from runoff from Kizzy's nostril tubes. The hyena noticed how her eyes kept flicking back to the plate still stranded on the wide surface of her left tit.

Still standing beside her, Enrique said, "Want me to get those for you?"

Her eyes roved over to him, moving her head a minimal degree that still almost closed her closest eye for her as the fat smushed against her face. "Yeah..." she wheezed past the joint. She seemed drained from her earlier efforts and maybe from Kizzy's standpoint, she'd actually been pushing herself. Then Enrique heard the groaning grumble from the dragon's insatiable belly deep below the piling fat of her midsection. Her hand twitched, but she didn't make a move for the remaining pies. Then she said something that Enrique was not sure he had ever heard Kizzy say before. "...Please."

The hyena did not need anymore invitation than that. He scooted over her soft surface, silently grateful that her fat rolls and the sides of her massive boobs were a bit healthier and less prone to bruising than her deteriorating legs. He had to put one knee on the extreme side of her left boob which was at least half a foot beyond where her elbow might have been before leaning over a large amount of her amazingly fat body. Enrique shuddered with pleasure as he pushed the heavy meat pies, full of ground pork, grease and butter, into the dragon's waiting mouth. Some small part of the hyena felt like he was essentially killing this woman at this point, but it also seemed clear that Kizzy was destined for this fate no matter what he did for his own part and also Enrique was too weak to deny his own pleasure and desires as well. They were both helplessly trapped together, Enrique enabling and encouraging Kizzy's reckless abuse of her own, amazing body. She moaned and shuddered with pleasure as he pushed the food into her fat face. She always wanted more, the fat cow, and Enrique loved her for it.

After Enrique finished shoving the last pie between Kizzy's waiting teeth, there was silence for a bit longer, then the hyena said, "How was that?"

"Better..." sighed Kizzy and she snuffled noisily, needed to catch her breath even from this exertion, but she spoke again soon. "I... I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep making these videos. I can barely feed myself anymore." Her voice was soft, as if the realization was hitting her for the first time, though Enrique had seen this coming for weeks now.

"Well, I can feed you." Enrique volunteered naturally. He was already managing basically every aspect of the morbidly obese dragon's life at this point anyways. It was not as though she could even reasonably operate a computer with her clumsy sausage fingers.

"I guess..." sighed Kizzy and rolled her eyes absently and resigned.

Enrique frowned unhappily. Part of him got off on Kizzy's helplessness, the fact that, at this point, she could not get out of this situation even if she wanted to. But at the same time he also realized that this was Kizzy's fantasy too, and that she must have gotten off on stuffing her maw with huge quantities of food. Maybe she needed something to replace that excitement because the hyena knew that surely nothing was going to improve the dragon's minimal use of her arms now.

The hyena cleared his throat. "Well..." he began sheepishly, "We could always try something new..."

Kizzy responded by cocking a curious eyebrow at him.

About a week later, Enrique lubricated the end of a silicon hose with the slick digits of his paws. He was a little nervous, he was not a trained medic after all and he was aware that if he messed things up, he could seriously hurt Kizzy. It did not matter very much that Kizzy was assenting to this and was a grown woman, he really cared for her in his own way, even if he also wanted to make her an even more obscenely grotesque blob than she already was. His lust and desire was burning inside his head and body as he lowered himself down over Kizzy's wide, fat face which lacked any sort of neck at all.

"O-okay." he said a little shakily, "Just relax and swallow."

"I know how to swallow..." she said a little petulantly, but a lusty desire of her own lit up in the back of her eyes. This was definitely something that she didn't need, but that was exactly why the entire idea had seemed so hot to her in the first place, just the sort of demented, extreme thing she needed when her body was already so freaking extreme by itself.

Enrique placed the long hose into her mouth and she groped it with her tongue, indeed relaxing as the hyena shoved it to the back of her throat and down, down. Kizzy's gag reflex was already minimal at this point, so it was easy to take the hose which disappeared in startling quantity as Enrique slid the slimy thing down into her stomach. She grunted as she felt the end of it prod her insides deep, deep inside of her. Kizzy found that it was hard to talk with the feeding hose stuck in her throat and she kept wanting to swallow, though at this point, that was impossible. This would take some getting used to.

Enrique stepped lightly off of Kizzy in an increasingly nimble manner. The dragoness had to admit that he was getting even more toned now than he had been when she had made her debut video with him and that was good. Kizzy appreciated having a little eye candy to fill what had largely become monotonous days as her body pinned her in an increasingly complete paralysis. She made a thumbs up with her right hand without moving her extremely heavy arm and the hyena started the livecast as they had planned.

The way Enrique had described it, he had rigged a system where people could vote on what food was pushed down the hose and into Kizzy. It was delightfully kinky to have no control over what was going into her, but it also removed the necessity of actually having to move her weighted down arms, which was the real point of the endeavor. At the far end of the bed, the hyena started up a softly humming machine shaped like a long cylinder to which the hose was attached. It was actually just a sausage machine, but the grinding pump would do for an automatic feeding machine.

Immediately, as Enrique started up the stream, the votes came pouring in. Kizzy could tell because the hyena had rigged up displays hanging from the ceiling which mirrored both the laptops and entertainment as needed. People had to pay to vote, so each digit Kizzy saw flicker by was more money in her pocket... that is if she wore pockets anymore.

"Alright, the requests are coming in..." said Enrique professionally and he stalked off into the well-used kitchen. He returned carrying several items which he began to empty into the sausage machine: a gallon of whole milk, a box of brownie mix, and a container of chocolate frosting. Kizzy felt her loins stir as the poking sensation deep inside her guts was replaced with a cool spreading mass of liquid rapidly spilling into her. The hose bucked in her throat slightly, and the muscles of her neck clenched down on it, but there was no way to slow the pace of the liquid being dumped into her. Kizzy was horny enough to come on her own and knew that that would probably happen before this stream was done. Enrique was adventurous, but Kizzy was so stupendously fat at this point that any kind of vaginal intercourse was practically unattainable. Even a whole gallon of milk, however, barely filled one corner of Kizzy's trained and expanded stomach.

"Mmmmooorrrreee...!" she grunted around the tube stuck in her throat, as much for the audience as for herself and before she had even finished her feedee cry, the pace of the votes and donations doubled.

Enrique usually avoided talking while there was a live stream, but Kizzy saw a small smile spread across his narrow face before turning back to the kitchen.

Hours pass as Kizzy is displayed in her gluttonous bounty for the entire world, the viewers growing quickly into the thousands and then tens of thousands. The dragoness devolved into rubbing her massive tits together as she was filled without knowledge or consent by her horny admirers. It was as if thousands of eyes were on her as her tiny hands pushed and pulled on the giant globes that were part of her body, so big now that she could even properly reach her own nips anymore. Occasionally, she watched Enrique dump things into the mixer, cake batter, heavy cream, butter and lard. All of it went in and was churned up, eventually pushed through the hose and into Kizzy, destined to become a permanent part of herself. She should have been mortified, but the debasement just turned her on even more. Soon she was stuffed, but the food kept on coming, making her sweat, making her hurt.

"Ungh... Murph...!" she grunted around the tube, but it was difficult to communicate. She was breathing heavily, feeling the huge mass of food inside of her stretched stomach pushing on her diaphragm, making it even harder than usual to breathe. Her insulin pump which was affixed deep inside one of her fat rolls was beeping an alarm, but it was far too late to stop this avalanche of calories. She was just going to have to suffer through the effects of her blood thickening even further with sugar and saturated fat, making her sick and her head pound. But Kizzy could barely pay any attention to that. Her nipples were being pinched, growing from a dull pain to a sharp one as the hours bled away and her head swam. At first, she thought that Enrique was teasing her, but no, he was still standing over there by the mixer, dumping who knew what into it, into her. Her stomach hurt so much, and so did her tits. "St-ungh... st-ogopop!" she choked, feeling a little of the cream and fat well around the tube at the base of her throat. But the leakage found its way into her windpipe and she began to choke for real, coughing in a labored way, hindered by the thick hose shoved inside of her.

The force of her choking wobbling her immense body brought the pain in her tits to a sharp point and there was a sudden "Twang!" as something gave and her tits flopped out sideways as if a damn were bursting. It was the gold chain, Kizzy realized belatedly, the one which had connected her nipple piercings finally giving way under the pressure of her expanding abdomen which was pushing her gigantic tits apart. The dragon would have sagged in relief, but she couldn't stop coughing. Given the exorbitant demands of her body and her already reduced ability to breathe, it was little surprise when the world just decided to up and leave, dumping Kizzy into blackness. She slept for what seemed like a very long time...

Chapter 9

All sense of time left Kizzy and she found herself in a state that was not at all like sleeping. For one thing, sleep was supposed to be pleasant , but this wasn't. Her head hurt in pounding waves and she had a sensation of being perpetually on the edge of being smothered. "Why can't' I wake up?" she found herself thinking multiple times, repeating endlessly like some kind of morbid mantra. "Why can't' I wake up? Why can't' I wake up? Why can't' I wake up?"

Shadows passed in front of her eyes, but Kizzy could not make any sense of them. It was as if she were blind and she was afflicted with random pains that came and went. Just the act of breathing continued to be an effort, but she couldn't talk, couldn't hear, couldn't do anything. These weird sensations bubbled up sometimes filling Kizzy's barely working mind before giving way to blackness that came like rising tides, each time the dragon wondering if she would ever return from the black, but inevitably she did. She frequently felt too hot, but the urge to move her body and even her arms had almost completely died. Even the constant cramps from seizing muscles barely phased her anymore, though a weird numbness seemed to draw upon her toes and the tips of her fingers, later replaced by intense pins and needles that came and went in waves.

Throughout the entire time Kizzy was in this state, though one overriding facet was the constant sense of being stuffed. It was impossible not to note the pain of her stomach being stretched again and again, even though she could make no sense of anything she saw or heard, even the scrambled thoughts in her own brain. After a time, Kizzy all but gave up on ever regaining consciousness.

That is, until just one day she did. She had no idea why today was so special, but just like that, on one particularly lucid morning, she realized that the constant haze surrounding her thoughts and the pounding in her skull was gone... or at least lessened to a degree where she could actually think coherently. Enrique seemed to notice the way her eyes followed him consciously right away however, though her vision seemed much hazier than she remembered, her field of vision itself narrowed significantly to a narrow slit above a pink rounded horizon filling much of her lower vision beneath each eye.

"Kizzy?" asked Enrique in clear confusion. The dragon felt him climb over on her plump body, pulling open one eye with the digits of his paw. However, even though she felt him on top of her, the sensations themselves seemed at once slightly strange, yet familiar also. As well, even though he was close now, the hyena was still blurry, just a mass of brown blurs in the vague shape of a man. Kizzy blinked several times, but her vision did not improve.

"Enr-guh..." attempted Kizzy, but realized that there was a tube was stuck in her throat. Why was there a tube there? She wondered, and hoped that maybe not as much time had passed as she felt in the back of her mind must have.

"Oh..." said Enrique in a curious tone. He hesitated and then added, "I suppose I should get that..."

Kizzy felt him handle the tube and gently begin to extract it. It hurt a surprising amount, as if it had been there for a really long time... And even when it was gone, Kizzy found that she had a surprisingly hard time talking. But there was really only one thing she wanted to know. "H-h-how... long...?" she croaked and began to wheeze through the tubes in her nostrils that where at least familiar. A buried memory rose from the scattered and broken parts of Kizzy's consciousness and she recalled that she had been wheezing now for a very long time.

Enrique looked quickly away and rubbed at his shoulder, as if disturbed about something, disturbed... or guilty. "You should try to relax, Celestial. Nothing good will happen from getting worked up..."

'Why is he being so evasive, what on earth happened?!' thought Kizzy, but her rising emotions alone seemed to stir up the dull pain in her chest from her too-fast heartbeat, accelerating it into a sharp stabbing pain that made her grunt even as she tried to respond. "What hape-... gragh!"

Kizzy wanted to grope at the stabbing pain deep in her chest, but on attempting to move even just her forearm, there was a phenomenal and unfamiliar weight there. It budged a little, but even her whole strength was not sufficient to shift it from its resting position. When she moved her hand, she felt unfamiliar, yet familiar folds of fat welling against all sides and even the palm of her hand.

The dragon tried inanely to speak again, but the hyena wasn't listening, instead he rushed over her globular body, grabbing a syringe from a drawer and shoving it into one of several intravenous drip bags Kizzy saw at the end of her peripheral vision. After a couple moments, the stabbing pain in her chest eased and she continued wheezing, feeling nauseous with a headache coming on. She just now took notice of just how high up Enrique seemed to be suspended as he walked over her on hands and knees and just how far she had felt him traversing her sides as he moved over to the far side of the wall... Even now, even with a growing realization of what had happened if not the how, there was a rush of blood to Kizzy's buried nethers. Yes, this too had been a kinky fantasy of hers... Though fantasies were not usually as uncomfortable as this.

Once the crises seemed to be averted and the morbidly obese dragon's clogged heart not about to immediately explode in her chest, Enrique settled back down, sitting possessively on what Kizzy could feel were her further engorged chesticles save that they were so large now that they pooled onto her lower ring of belly fat and must have weighed two or even three hundred pounds each. "Kizzy, there seems as though there was an... erm... accident." his ears flicked back, but there was an axiousness to his express, though honestly it was hard to tell with her weak eyesight. "You've been asleep for a long time."

'Asleep?' thought Kizzy. It made sense, but it had not really felt like sleep, parts of her mind seemed to recall the long passage of time in inarticulate and broken waves. It had felt more like she had been drugged or been in some kind of weird coma, perhaps even had a stroke. Come to think of it, her mind did not altogether feel collected, but maybe a complete recovery could not be expected given her apparent multiple health crises and her body which seemed to be approaching barn-like proportions. She tried again to move either of her arms and failed spectacularly. At least now she knew what it was like to be completely immobilized by her fat body, so that was one benefit. Kizzy felt her cleft dripping the more she thought about it and she wished that she could see more of herself, through her kinetic sense of touch remained acute. It was hot the way the lean man rested so easily on her extremely broad curves. She was like an ocean of warm pink fat under him. Yes, a giant pink sack of fat with basically no moving parts left at all. A familiar hunger arose deep in her belly as she began to calm down surprisingly. Part of her consciousness still wonder about the WHY, and the HOW, how had she gained so much weight in her semi-coma, what on earth had happened in however much time had passed. Yet it was hard to care completely, the fact of the matter stood apparent in physical reality. She was totally helpless and whatever had happened, it had happened with Enrique's consent. He had complete power over her, and had for a long time apparently. Things were as he wanted them to be and, well, she couldn't even lift her arm an inch upwards anymore. It might be easier to just go back to being a living flesh bag and stomach actually... Heat spread up through Kizzy's abdomen and towards her head at the thought, she was going to come in the way she could through prolonged stimulation and thought as well as the sensations her massive body provided, the good and the bad.

"I see..." she said slowly, calmly even though she was more than half blind, probably from the diabetes now that she thought about it. Enrique seemed to be looking at her expectantly, his blurry, yet shining eyes on her. The thought that this man had her very life in his hands gave her an unexpectedly acute sexual thrill. She breathed heavily for several seconds, it was not hard to feign, she realized that she felt constantly out of breath. It was a strange sensation. "I guess... you've... worked really... hard to... make me this... urp..." bile rose in the back of the dragon's throat and she realized belatedly that her stomach was completely stuffed, with what, it was impossible to know. But she continued, "...this fucking fat." she sat back into herself, continuing to ease.

On her, the crouching man relaxed and proceeded to rub the huge surface of Kizzy's enormous, descending breasts. "I have, Celestial. I've worked, really, really hard."

Kizzy's neck was so thick she couldn't even nod. She struggled to think of what next to say, parts of her mind seemingly still stuck in blackness. 'But what is there to say really?' she thought pragmatically. Finally, she just opened her mouth, "What now?" she asked.

Enrique's ears canted on top of his head and he reached up to rub the fluff on the back of his skull. He seemed to grin, "Well, we could go back to making the next video... but now that you're awake, maybe I'll just make you feel good for a little while, my pet."

The hyena leaned down and spread his arms, embracing as much of the dragon's fat body as he could reach and gathering her endless fat in his arms. She felt he was shirtless and his fur was hot against her cool skin with poor circulation. 'Pet?' thought Kizzy haphazardly, she must have indeed been out of the loop for a long time for such a transformation to come over her quiet, reserved partner. Then she heard his zipper lower, shortly thereafter feeling something slid between the vast cleavage in front of her. Her whole body began to shake and quiver then. The vibrations let her taken in a greater mental image of herself, he way her sides oozed over boths sides of the vast bed, even now bumping against both walls of the double wide trailer. Good god, she was fucking enormous! The thought sent herself over the edge without any help from Enrique, though that was not quite right, he was helping in his own way.

Enrique groped, caressed and pulled at the endless amounts of soft, pink flesh under him, aware that he could not even reach a quarter of the dragon's vast, room-filling bulk. Just one of the massive tits he was straddling weighed more than his entire body. He took his pleasure hungrily from Celestial's cool skin and fat. With her under his complete control for over a year now, he had done this many times already, but never with her eyes open and actually seeing him grope and possess her utterly. Her awareness coupled with her complete paralysis by thousands of pounds of her own lard only heightened his sexual hunger. 'She is mine!' he thought as he rubbed himself into who knew what folds and creases, creating his own easily in the malleable landscape under him. The realization had come to him early on after Celestial had passed out and refused to awaken, at least intelligibly so long ago now. It had been actually frightening to realize she had come back, but no, he knew, 'It didn't matter at all.' He thrust his leg down into Celesitials' vast cleavage, hugging the massive heavy tit like a riding horse with with his other leg, kicked playfully at the huger amount of blubber off the sides, filling this entire end of the double-wide trailer. In fact, he could hear her limp fat smacking the walls at both ends as he took from her what he wanted. It was too much. He came, but after a minute or so, started again, enjoying the extra lubrication he had created, but then deciding to forcefully brace himself and kick aside one of the massive melons, exposing indented belly fat and numerous rolls, just because he could. Celestial shuddered under him, but the movement of her atrophied muscles was less than the waves he was creating all on his own, just more evidence that the enormous sack of lard under him was more a production of his own efforts now than the dragon's own will. All of her own muscle, bone and sinew was an extreme minority to the vast warehouse of lard the hyena had nurtured steadily for more than two years now even before Celestial herself had been aware of him. He loved the soft flesh as his own, even as he loved Celestial for letting him do this to her. He looked across at her face, her head now more or less a hump of concentric rolls of fat. Multiple chins draped forward over what should have been the nape of her neck, but was really just a plain of fat extending more or less forward with almost no downward gradient at all. These propped up a snout and, in fact, partially buried it on the sides, rising around the moon cheeks pressing against her very eyes. At this extreme in obesity, it was not surprising at all to see that even the bridge of her nose was bulbous and round like a squash and the top of her skull padded so that the base of her pointed ears was lost in fat folds nearly to the tips now. Looking at her, Enrique knew that she probably could no longer even eat properly as her fat cheeks and jowls pressed their way between her teeth through the sides of her snout on both sides. But... that was quite alright. Celestial did not have to worry about going hungry. He was there to take care of everything and with that thought most of all, he came with everything he had in him, gathering as much fat as he could under him, more than he would ever have use for. But the fact of the matter was that he had completed his photo album some time ago, and hadn't felt the urge to draw again in some time.

Kizzy supposed that things could have wound up much worse, even after the feeding hose went back in. Sure there were definitely shitty things about being the size of a small car and Kizzy honestly did not know how much longer she could survive at this size, but not everyone got to live out their deepest, darkest desires and now, she definitely was one of those people and she had someone who honestly, deeply cared about her in his own way.