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"Please! You can't just turn me away! I know I can help somehow! I really believe in what this place is trying to do and I want to be a part of it!" Heston cried out.

The little rusty-red kobold was practically begging as he poked his head up over the edge of the help desk. A tall, chubby bull looked down at him from behind it, slightly unamused by the little lizard's insistent nature.

"Look, kid. It's great that you wanna help. It really is. But I don't see how we can use you, unless you wanna handle paperwork or something. I'm sorry." the bovine said.

"Please! I can do so much more! I know I can!" the kobold begged.

His loud cries for compassion were starting to draw attention from the rest of the guild hall. The Gracious Gut was not really known for being without customers or members. The bull sighed and lifted his gaze, looking around to see if there was someone else he could dump the loud little guy off on. He wasn't trained to handle this sort of situation. Given how this was only the latest instance, he might need to look into it at some point. Heston was the third volunteer this month he had to turn away. Just as he was about to give up and tell the kobold to just go home, he spotted someone promising.

A large tauric creature that appeared to be a mix of species--feline, equine, and even a little caprine--slowly clopped his hooves across the stone floor, heading for the 'arrival and disembarkation' area. He was absolutely huge, bulging with muscle, but also certainly looking like he hadn't ever missed a meal in his life. He wasn't dense or rock-hard in appearance, but actually somewhat soft, like he might be terribly comfortable to curl up against in a warm, compressive hug.

The huge fellow's upper torso was bulging tremendously, wiggling with passengers. His lower half was similarly heavily laden, showing that he had to be carrying at least twice as many in his lower belly as his upper belly. The enormous creature was covered in short, dark, chocolate fur while a fiery red mane surrounded his head. It was so voluminous and flowing that it seamlessly transitioned into a beard that hung down just past his chest. The lynel was something to behold.

As he walked, the bull noticed he was going to pass close enough to the help desk that he might be of use. The sizable bovine lifted a paw and waved to the dark creature hoping to catch his attention.

"Hey! Ken!" the bull called out.

A pair of bright blue eyes turned to fall on the fellow calling out for him. A toothy smile was his response. What ordinarily would have been a fearsome visage was quite friendly, even welcoming. Not even the two gnarled horns that curled up and back from his forehead could diminish his inviting appearance. It clashed with what his species was known for.

"Hey Angus! How've you been? Gonna finish up your tour on the help desk then get back out there ferrying customers soon?" the swollen lynel asked.

"Here's hopin'. I miss it. Hey, got a favor to ask. I got a little guy here lookin' to learn more about the guild. I figure who better to teach him than Mr. Rising Star? You got the time to show him around?" the bull asked.

"Sure! Always got time ta take folks on a tour!" Ken, as he had been called by the bovine behind the desk, lowered his gaze and smiled down at the kobold, "Hey buddy! Come with me! I'll show you everything you need to know!"

For a brief moment, Heston felt like he was just being pawned off. The initial sight of the lynel had left him rather intimidated, but his rather affable demeanor quickly squashed that impression. A hint of hopefulness rose up within the little lizard and he nodded, scampering towards the big four-legged creature.

"Great! Thanks! I'm Heston by the way! Nice to meet you!" the rusty-colored kobold said.

"Nice ta meetcha, Heston! I'm Kentaro, but folks just call me Ken for short. I've got some folks to offload, but then we can have a walk around the hall and I can show you whatever it is you have questions about," the huge taur said, "Whatcha lookin' ta find out about? Rates and routes? Layover accommodations? How to sign up to become a regular passenger?"

The terribly mismatched pair walked on past the help desk, heading for the region of the hall Ken had been aiming for initially. Heston tried to keep up as best he could, finding the big fellow's stride to be just one more thing about him that was impressive.

"Oh, I already know pretty much everything there is to know about 'The Gracious Gut'. At least when you're a customer. I've used the service a number of times and it's great, really makes a difference to a lotta folks." Heston said.

"Yeah, we try our best to make as big of a positive impact as we can. But since you already know so much, what do you need me for? You already know how all this works." Ken said, easing himself down into a comfortable position once he reached the area where passengers disembarked from their 'transport specialists' as some referred to the big lads and ladies.

"Well, I want to join the guild. I want to help out however I can. Angus--that's what you called him I think--said I couldn't help out but I know I can! I just know it! Please, you know more about the inner workings of the guild than me! You gotta know of something a little guy like me can do!" the kobold said, slowly beginning to beg all over again.

He kept his gaze fixed on Ken's, not paying attention to the movement of the lynel's lower half. He was in the process of releasing his passengers. They had begun slipping out of him one by one, each one completely unharmed, though fairly thoroughly drenched. Had the kobold been paying attention to them, he would have noticed that and thought it odd. Slipping out from under one's tail didn't usually leave someone so sticky. Ken showed no sign of being bothered or aroused by the action, though he was indeed enjoying it. He'd become an old hand at the process fairly quickly, so he could easily keep up a conversation without any trouble while offloading. And he was beginning to see why Angus handed him the little lizard.

"Ah, gotcha. That's why he picked me," Ken said, then sighed a little, "Well, I love your enthusiasm. You're aces in my book as far as your attitude is concerned. But I'm afraid you're a little lacking in some crucial areas if you wanna help ferry people from town to town."

Heston frowned a little, feeling like he was being treated as though he didn't understand certain obvious things. Kobolds tended to get a bit of a raw deal when it came to intelligence. It was odd considering so many of his kind were actually rather smart and very well spoken.

"Before you say anything else, I know. I'm little. I wouldn't be able to fit someone in me, let alone scare off a bandit or a monster. I'd be an easy target or meal for anyone out there who spotted me. I get it. I'm not asking to do what you guys do without getting a little augmentation first." Heston said.

"Augmentation? What do you think we can do for you?" Ken asked.

"I've not heard much about it, but I know there's something certain members of the guild can do. They can change people, make them better at carrying passengers. I'll bet someone could make me big enough that I could do the job. Maybe not as well as a big guy like you, but maybe like Angus." the kobold said.

"So that's what you've heard huh?" Ken asked again, then turned about as the last of his passengers slipped out of him, handing them the strap that had been hanging across his chest, "Here you go folks. I've got a little business to take care of. I'll let you guys divvy up things on your own."

The strap in question held a number of pouches, each one about the size of Heston's fists when he put both of them together, and each one had a little symbol on them. They were the enchanted leather bags that held the possessions of Ken's customers. Better to have their belongings held safe and secure there than riding around in the big fellow's innards with them. It wouldn't take much for a walking stick or a sword to poke someone in the eye, and that would cause quite a problem rather quickly. The tauric creature turned to look back at Heston, who had lowered his gaze to the lynel's upper stomach. It had shrunk visibly during their conversation, but he was only just now noticing. It wasn't small by any stretch of the imagination. It was still a taut, firm, ball of a gut, but wasn't nearly as big as it had been moments ago. It still tempted the little lizard to lean in and try to hug it.

"How many people were you carrying? And how did you get them all out so quickly?" Heston asked.

Ken's attitude shifted. He grinned and gave his plump tummy a firm pat, always happy to detail his 'specifications' to an admirer. He wasn't really full of himself. Usually he was full of other people. At the moment, he was empty, both of passengers and arrogance. The latter was something he tried hard to never get full of.

"I can hold six up here, and a baker's dozen in back! I can even fit another four into a special 'compartment' if they don't mind an especially sticky ride. Care to have a look around? I don't mind an inspection." the lynel said.

"Oh... um... maybe a bit later. I was still wondering about the whole augmentation thing." the kobold said, showing he had something of a one track mind.

Though, with a creature like Ken to converse with, he found himself fighting to keep from getting too distracted. And there was a lot about Ken to distract him.

"Alright, augmentation. Just what do you think the guild can change about you?" Ken asked.

"Well, I know that under the right conditions, the guild can make me bigger. I could even change species depending on how it happens. And I'm more than willing to do what it takes, so long as I can help make the routes a little safer." Heston said.

"You've really got your heart set on this, haven't you?" the lynel asked with a chuckle.

"I do. I want it so bad I can taste it. I hate being small. It's easy to push me around. People dismiss me all the time because of how little I am. And because I'm a kobold. No one thinks I'm able to do anything that 'ordinary' people can do. I want to change that. I want to prove I can be useful. And if that means I need to get bigger, then so be it." the little lizard explained, putting on an expression of determination.

He wasn't going to back down from this. It wasn't the first time Ken had someone approach him with a similar request. Usually, when he started going into the details, most lost their appetite for the path they thought they wanted to follow. It was a way the Guild had of weeding out those who weren't truly committed. It was time to see how Heston would respond.

"Alright, let's say what you've heard is true. Let's say the Guild has a way to make people like you big and strong enough to be a member and transport people from town to town, fend off bad guys, and basically uphold the duties, responsibilities, and traditions of The Gracious Gut. Are you prepared to eat someone? Whole? To feel them wriggle around in your stomach for days? Maybe even weeks depending on how far they're traveling?" Ken asked.

"Absolutely! That's how this all works, and if that's what I have to do, then I'll do it with a smile. I would treat my passengers with the utmost respect. I would protect them from the elements and from those who might want to harm them. I'm ready to take the oath right now if necessary." Heston replied.

"Whoa, settle down, little guy. You don't gotta prove yourself just yet. Let's say this method of making you big required you to spend a significant amount of time inside one of our members. You'd be out of commission for weeks, maybe even months depending on just how big you're supposed to get. You'd need to find someone to sponsor you, to be your 'mother' for the 'augmentation'. That 'mother' would likely have to take a sabbatical while you grow inside them, depending on who they are," the lynel explained, "Are you willing to spend that kind of time locked up in someone's belly?"

"If they'll have me, absolutely. I'm not gonna get scared away or back down. I'm ready to do whatever it takes," the kobold said, his hardened expression only softening for a moment, "The way you worded that... would I actually become their kid?"

"In a sense. The relationship wouldn't be formalized unless you and your sponsor really want it to be. You'd have to spend a significant amount of time in someone's womb to change into something we can use. And that someone might not be able to work while you're in there. It's a heck of an undertaking. They'd probably want to pair you up with someone like me so that I can keep making runs while you're in me." Ken said.

"Wait... you? But you're a guy." Heston said, blinking softly.

"Mostly, yeah. Everyone you just saw climbing out, they weren't in my stomach. They had crawled in back there from the start and I was keeping them all fed like they were my kids. Had to eat a couple of bandits on the way here. I've got both sets back there, and if I load up the lower section enough, I can actually force people in up front. It was a pretty wild discovery when I first figured it out." the lynel explained with a huge grin.

"You're a guy, but you can get pregnant?" Heston asked.

"Yep!" Ken replied, seeing where the little kobold was going to get hung up, "I sure can. I used to carry my little brother around with me everywhere we went. He joined the Guild with me at roughly the same time but he didn't want to grow all the way back up. Not for a while at least. He's off running his own route now. He specializes in one of the more dangerous areas since he's such an expert in combat. I'm a little jealous of how good he is at fighting off the bad guys."

"That's incredible! So... if I asked you to sponsor me, you could, and you'd be able to keep working! Because I could be riding up front while you keep everyone else downstairs!" the little lizard said excitedly.

"Well, hypothetically yes. I could. But I think it would be better if you stayed down below and I just ate my passengers while you were 'baking'. Hypothetically, of course." Ken said.

"Of course. But it's possible. You'd be able to do that without too much trouble. How long--hypothetically--do you think it would take for me to finish 'baking' in there?" Heston asked.

The big fellow reached up and scratched the back of his head. His expression showed his uncertainty. This was getting uncomfortably close to jumping in with all four hooves. He really did like the kobold's enthusiasm, but he wasn't entirely sold on the idea just yet.

"Well... to make you as big as Angus, maybe a month? I could go longer, but I doubt it would really have that much more of an impact. And it would be tempting to try to keep you for a full term. But that'd be nine months I wouldn't be able to fit that many people in me. I've been stretching my womb as much as I can to fit as many as I can that way. I haven't practiced swallowing that many people in quite a long time." Ken said.

"Okay, a month. I think I could handle that. Hell I wouldn't mind the full term. I've spent some time in a place like that. It's pretty cozy. Is there any other consideration that has to be made? Anything I have to do? Make it worth your while?" Heston asked, genuinely interested in going forward with the prospect.

In all honesty, the big lynel wasn't all that against the idea himself. And if he could make the little guy big enough to fit at least three people in him, then it likely would be considered a worthwhile endeavor.

"I wouldn't need any compensation. I just need to know that you'll be worth the time and effort. And once I get started, I can't stop until it's done. Once you start 'baking', you're in for the long haul, and there's no going back. You change, permanently. You probably won't even come back out as a regular, bigger kobold. You'll probably be at least part lynel. Are you absolutely sure you're willing to do all of this?" Ken asked.

"Absolutely!" Heston said with a huge smile, "And if I come out looking a bit more like you, then I think that's one hell of an upgrade!"

That made the big, dark fellow blush. He chuckled and looked away, rubbing the back of his head again. He hadn't counted on that particular response. Sure, he had been lavished with compliments and adoration before. Seg had always talked about how handsome his big boy was. But then the lynel's adopted dad had a soft spot for big, beefy critters like the two of them. When he introduced himself to the gator initially, he had been unaware of just what sort of a ride he was in for. Looking back on it, he would not have changed a single thing. Maybe Heston would feel the same way.

With a sigh, the big cat began to waiver in his resolve to say no. Angus had gotten him again.

"Alright. Let's say I do it. You'll need to go through basic training once you're back out. I'll take you on my usual routes, show you the ropes, help you learn how to handle your passengers so they don't have a rough ride or get digested or anything. I can even teach you how to fend off bad guys. It won't be easy. My first time, I had a hard time focusing because... well... quite frankly, I was enjoying being full a little too much. And this is all based on the assumption that you come out in some shape or form that the Guild can use. If it doesn't work out, I can't just shove you right back in immediately." Ken said.

"I can wait until you're ready again, or maybe I can find someone else to take over while you're recovering." Heston offered.

"Probably best to just wait. Jumping between sponsors isn't really recommended," the lynel replied, then sighed again, "Alright... If you're positive you want to do this, I'll sponsor you. Go take care of whatever you need to so that you can be out of commission for at least a month. Friends, family, business affairs, whatever you've got going on, go get it taken care of. I'll be here waiting for a few days. I'm taking a little break between routes, and I'll likely need to switch to one of the less popular routes while you're in."

"Oh I'm ready to go right now!" Heston shot back immediately, "I don't have anyone who'll come looking for me, at least not around here. And I don't have any business affairs to speak of. I came out here looking to dive into the Guild. I'm ready to do whatever you need me to at a moment's notice."

The kobold's confession of having no ties caught the lynel by surprise. Usually there was something that had to be handled, some matter of family or personal concern. And yet here was Heston, utterly and completely ready to disappear for however long his transformation would take. There wasn't any reason to delay. And the sooner they started, the sooner Ken could get back to traveling at full capacity. The heavy-set fellow shrugged softly and climbed back to his hooves, towering over the little lizard.

"Alright, if you're ready now, then I guess we can just get started. I would assume you know how it works, the whole 'making babies' thing? Since that's essentially the model we're following?" the big fellow asked.

"I understand. But, you might need to lay down for me. You're... awfully tall." Heston said.

"Nah, I got this covered." Ken said with a grin.

The lynel turned himself around, peering back past his muscular yet chubby form to try and line himself up properly. He couldn't actually see the kobold thanks to the curve of his ample rear, but he could see shadows on the floor. That was often a good marker for him. He backed up only a few steps, deciding he was roughly where he needed to be, then began to bend his hind legs. His flanks flexed and coiled as he essentially moved into a sitting position. Heston saw what his new sponsor was up to and quickly shed his clothing, what little attire he wore. All he had come to the guild hall dressed in was a loin cloth and that was easy enough to cast away.

A pair of impressively warm lips gently pressed down against the kobold's head. The fact that someone so big could so accurately put himself down on him, and do so in such a delicate manner was rather impressive. If Heston wasn't busy being distracted by the fact that he was being consumed, he might have applauded the feat. His head was swallowed up in a quiet slurp. Moisture dribbled down the red-scaled fellow's form, lubricating him and making him that much easier to insert. Realistically, he was little more than a toy for the big fellow to pleasure himself with.

With no large, rigid adornments to get in the way, Heston's entry was fairly easy. He did have horns, but they were small and stubby. His ears were rather tall, but folded down easily under pressure. Not that these concerned Ken terribly much. He had taken passengers that had rather ornate features known to poke and prod all the way in, and on the way out. A green dragon friend of his had handed off an antelope to him some months back. She had an impressive pair of horns that would have given smaller members trouble. She was also considerably taller. Ken found himself quietly wishing she was opting to charter him for a ride rather than this little guy. But then one did what one must.

Progress carried on in a slow, careful pace. The lynel knew he probably could just slam his haunches down on the ground and shove the kobold in, but he might accidentally hurt the little guy. Or he might damage the floor. It happened a time or two in the past, and he wasn't eager to repeat the mistake. So, slow and steady he went. The heavy-set beast focused his attention entirely on what was happening behind him. He showed no sign of succumbing to the pleasure of it, even though it was quite lovely. To lose his focus might lead to injury or property damage, and he had already resolved to prevent both.

Heston tried to stand as still as he could. The deep, warm crevice pushing down over him was rather enticing, he concluded. He would have been more than happy to just pay Ken to take him somewhere along with a whole group of travelers. There had been stories he heard about while discovering the not-well-known practice of recruiting new guild members, stories about people going into one of the big lads or ladies and never coming back out. If that was to happen to Heston, he was sure it would be a fate he could easily live with.

The silken walls lowering their way down over the kobold pulsed and squeezed. It was a rhythmic pattern that kept a tempo that seemed on some increment of his heartbeat. The folds and crevices offered the rusty lizard plenty to explore. He nuzzled and licked about softly, even bringing his paws up to stroke along within the big fellow's passage. Part of him wanted to show Ken a good time, since he was being kind enough to sponsor him as his 'mother'. He decided against it for the time being, since the lynel seemed to be working so hard to not indulge himself. Besides, Heston thought Ken was more 'father' material anyway.

Heat pushed down over the kobold's chest, slowly approaching his stomach. The grip of the tunnel was enough that Ken could have stood back up and he would have a little red lizard hanging from his loins. Over time, he would pull the small fellow in, but it would take a little while, and he would be walking around showing off his 'catch' to anyone who happened to peer at his rump. As amusing a thought as that was, Ken refrained, and just kept sitting down. His tail flicked to the side in anticipation, but then drooped back down to where it had been hanging. He would feel the urge to swish it off to the side again momentarily.

In spite of the big taur's efforts to keep from getting too invested in the moment, he did notice a hardening of another extremity below. It frustrated him a little. He wanted to do something about it, but he didn't feel an overwhelming need. Heston was a rather tiny fellow, and there was only one of him. Maybe if he had a whole group of them swelling out his belly he would be feeling as needy as he usually did when loading up. Ken inhaled sharply and felt a shiver race up his long spine as his little friend worked to give him at least a degree of the pleasure he was used to. It was a gesture that did not go unappreciated.

The little red lizard's hips were swallowed up by the big beast's hungry petals. As he hunched over more and more, the two pendulous swells of his scrotum pressed against what of Heston wasn't already swallowed up. Like the heated depths he was delving into, the two gargantuan orbs possessed a warmth that left him wishing he could have fawned over them for a couple of hours. Really, he should have insisted on a little foreplay, just to show how much he appreciated what the lynel was doing for him. He decided he needed to show that appreciation after he came back out.

A pair of thighs, then a pair of knees were slurped up. Honey dripped down over Heston's legs, giving him a very noticeable sheen. It was beginning to pool around his paws, making a puddle on the floor. That was normal. Someone would come by and mop up after Ken's mess when he finished. With only so little of the kobold left, the lynel pushed downward further, feeling his haunches finally rest on the ground. Heston was completely enveloped now, though he could still feel the wooden floor under his paws. That didn't last long.

Ken exercised a significant degree of muscular control. He flexed his inner walls and pulled. Heston found himself sinking deeper into the dark, warm world he had volunteered to be plunged into. It was a relatively short trip that saw him slip through a firm ring of muscle that guarded the chamber beyond. The lynel's womb opened up into what a kobold would think to be a spacious little cavern. The walls squeezed gently around him as he spilled in. It was similar to other bellies he'd been in before, but roomier.

The tauric fellow sighed and stood himself up on all fours again. He had done it, and it had been remarkably easy. Granted it usually was. Most of his passengers weren't that much bigger than the little lizard. And there were usually more of them. Ken felt a little empty, which made him frown. He reached back behind himself and ran a large, thick palm over the side of his lower half. He could feel Heston squirming around under his pelt, and that did feel quite nice, but it wasn't the usual filling he had grown accustomed to. He didn't even look any bigger than usual.

"Little guy like you all alone in there, I'm not even showing at all. Maybe I'll get to grow a bit the bigger you get. Otherwise, this is gonna be a disappointing sponsorship." the big fellow said.

Ken turned and trotted his way back towards the help desk, spotting Angus as he was about to walk away. The bull caught sight of the friendly beast approaching him and turned to address him properly.

"Hey. I don't see the little guy anywhere. Did you get rid of him?" the bovine asked.

"Nah, he's stowed. Decided he might actually have the attitude to be a member. He just needs the body to match. Mind if you help me out? I need a 'dad'. Putting him in was just enough to get me a little anxious too. I could use some satisfaction." Ken said.

"Sorry, ordinarily I would but I've been called upstairs. Maybe I'll finally get put back on a route." Angus replied.

"Yeah, don't wanna keep them waiting," the lynel said, sounding a little disappointed, "Know anyone willing to help me get this little guy started?"

"No one springs immediately to mind. You know how squeamish some guys are about the whole sponsorship thing. If the recruit doesn't turn out great, it makes them look bad." Angus said.

"Well they better get over it. I need someone to help me out, otherwise what's the point of putting the kid in there?" Ken asked with a sigh.

"Hey, you're looking for someone to help with something?" called out a new voice, one that the lynel found quite familiar.

The two who had been conversing turned to find a tall, thick-built dragon of deep jade grinning back at them. He was nicely swollen, paws on his ample tummy while it squirmed about gently. A smile spread across Ken's muzzle, looking a bit toothier than he had intended.

"Aron! I didn't think I'd catch you! How've you been?" Ken asked, closing the distance between himself and the drake quickly.

They both threw their arms around one another and squeezed tight. It was a lovely bit of contact that could only have been made better if the lynel had managed to load back up with passengers first.

"I've been good! I just got in a little while ago, got some people to let out, and some that are looking to head on to the next stop. Where you headed? Maybe we can travel together!" Aron said without bothering to hide his enthusiasm.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere, not yet at least. I don't have a load yet. But I'm kind of a free agent at the moment, no assigned route to keep me tied down. Just kinda filling gaps where they pop up. Also, I just took on a new sponsorship just a little bit ago. I was asking Angus here if he'd like to help out with him, but big bull boy's been called upstairs." Ken explained.

"Another sponsorship? That's what... three new recruits you've parked in there for 'training' since me?" Aron asked, grinning as he peered around past the tauric creature's upper half to see if he was showing, "Must be a little on the small side. You don't look like you're carrying."

"Yeah, he's pretty small. A kobold. I wanna get him started before I load up and head out." Ken said.

"Oh, well if you need someone right this second, I'm certainly happy to help out. I don't have the usual hang-ups about being the 'dad' in a sponsorship," the green dragon turned, bumping side to side with his former mentor, "You wanna go find a room to get comfy and then we can make it happen?"

"Sounds good to me. And I know you won't leave me wanting. Big boy like you, you'll have me screaming." Ken said, grinning broadly as he slipped a powerful arm around to wrap about the small of the dragon's back.

"Yup, and then you can return the favor! Just gotta be careful. I don't wanna end up accidentally adding anyone to your sponsorship." the drake said, gesturing down below his gut.

Ken leaned forward to see that it wasn't just Aron's gut that was swollen and moving. His sac hung just past his knees and showed signs of more than just a single occupant. He was indeed fully loaded, ready to head out. Hopefully all his customers wouldn't mind a quick detour. The pair made their way to the 'members only' area, finding an empty room in the barracks. Those that were big enough to fit Ken looked like little more than a stable rather than a bedroom. But it was terribly comfortable. Having a nest of cushions and blankets to lay down on was better than the cold dirt any day.

The lynel took up a comfy position atop the mass of pillows then wiggled his hindquarters until he was satisfied. Inside, the weight of the big fellow's bulk squeezed against the kobold who had taken the fetal position. While the taur's womb had been spacious at the start of things, it had begun closing in on him almost immediately. The thick, slick walls clung close to him, offering a cradled posture and not much room to change position. It was a bit more like the little lizard was used to. Now that the lynel was laying down, he could feel that bulk pushing in against him a bit. It wasn't unpleasant, but it did serve to remind him that he was little more than an added organ in the massive beast's body. Ken could have easily just gone on about his life and forgotten he was in there.

Aron shuffled in behind his short-furred friend and ran his paws along the muscular hindquarters he would be tending to in mere moments. Just the sight of his friend's back end--combined with the prospect of using it--was more than enough to get him well on the way to ready. It didn't hurt that his passengers helped keep him well stimulated.

"So how do you want it? Slow and gentle? Or fast and savage? I know you kind of have a thing for the lovey-dovey stuff." the dragon said.

"Yeah, I do. What can I say? I have a very gooey center. If you've got the time, I'm all in favor of the gentle side. And it's been a while since we've hooked up. We should take our time if we can." Ken replied.

That was good enough for Aron. He had missed their little sessions too. After a brief moment of adjusting himself, the big green dragon pressed forward. He didn't actually slide in, but instead just ground himself against the lynel. Both of the boys closed their eyes and mashed against one another. The contact alone was absolutely delicious. Ken could hardly stand the teasing, but he didn't complain. He knew what was coming. He could feel the monster spire sliding up and down against his rump. He almost wished Aron would aim higher and give him a good filling just under his tail, then move on to the 'main event'.

Two purrs filled the 'stable', catching the attention of a few passers-by. Some stopped to watch, enticed by the scene unfolding. Aron shot them all a look that said they could watch, but no one better step in to 'help'. Ken was all his. He shifted his hips from side to side, letting his huge, heavy stomach sway atop the lynel's back end as he crouched on his knees. He must have been pretty needy as well because he didn't spend quite as much time teasing the horse-cat as he usually did. He pulled his hips back, gripped his spire to aim, then began slowly, forcefully working his way into the lynel's ravenous lips which had consumed so many before.

A gasp of surprise and satisfaction came out of the beast. He had hoped to take a little longer, but he didn't see any reason to complain. He just pushed himself back against the dragon spreading him open. And it was quite a spread. Aron's mast was larger around than Heston was, meaning Ken was going to get exactly what he had been wanting. In only a few moments, the two were mashed in so tightly, the base of the drake's length was buried in the quivering, undulating tunnel that had devoured the kobold earlier.

It struck Ken that he could have just asked Aron if he wanted to have sex, not told him about Heston, and the big green hunk would not have been at all the wiser. It could have been a little secret, and a bit of a game to see how far he could go before someone asked if he was carrying. But that felt a little dishonest. And as soon as Aron started to thrust, all other thoughts were set aside. A slow, steady, wet slapping mingled with their two voices as dragon and lynel mated.

Inside, Heston could feel the steady swaying forward and back. Ken had found a friend to help get his sponsorship underway. The kobold had only been able to make out some of what was being said during the conversation, which troubled him a little. Ken was so large and there was so much of him between the rusty lizard and the outside world that it muffled the noise of the beyond rather effectively.

Now that Ken was getting what he sought, the kobold knew what was to follow in short order. He just didn't know just how much was to follow. He had no way of knowing his 'dad' was a very large, very well endowed green dragon. And he had no way of knowing that he was about to be flooded. But that would still take a little while. They were only just getting warmed up.

The lynel and drake pumped against one another, straining to strike a balance between a slower, more loving pace and a faster, animalistic one. There were pros and cons to both. Ken squirmed where he lay, having no way to reach back and grope his throbbing length, nor show his lover any attention. Instead, all he could do was grope over his bulbous ball of a gut from his upper half with one paw, and tweak one of his nipples with the other. It wasn't terribly surprising to him anymore when he prompted a spurt of creamy white liquid when he did that. He had just come to accept that he lactated. It was part of his preferred method of transporting people.

The pair hammered away smoothly against one another, tossing little Heston about in the lynel's womb. When finally both boys had managed to get close to their fill of the moment, the dragon stopped trying to hold back. He quickened his pace, tensed his entire form, and groaned loudly. A heavy burst of thick, sticky seed gushed into the dark world the kobold occupied. He sputtered and squirmed as it began, not having guessed there would be so much. Another good spurt added to the first blast. Then another, and another. The dragon pressed in hard against the lynel and filled him well.

Ken shuddered and yowled happily as his belly began to swell. The added mass began to lift him off the nest of pillows. He slowly stretched until the dragon was done, leaving the taur looking as if he had loaded back up with another group of customers. There was the sense of fullness the big cat-horse had been longing for. He reached back and gave his swollen sides a firm pat. He could feel the kobold inside squirming and swirling about in the sea of spunk Aron had provided, and it felt glorious.

"That's more like it! Thanks honey!" the lynel said, just ever so slightly breathless.

"No problem," the jade drake replied, grinning as he slowly withdrew from the hungry petals, "Now, that's not gonna make it too difficult for you to return the favor is it?"

"It's never stopped me before!" Ken said and cackled.

Heston's initial reaction to the flood was a mix of mild relief and panic. He suddenly had more room to move in. In fact, he could actually swim laps inside the lynel's womb quite easily. But there was no air for him surface and get a lungful of. He fought, hoping he might determine a solution before he drowned. The big fellow provided an answer almost immediately. A cord snaked out and latched onto his navel, connecting him to the taur, and provided him with all the support he needed. Within minutes, the kobold was drifting off, feeling weightless in the sloshing tummy.

The audience was shown another good round, only with the dragon on bottom and the sloshing lynel on top of him. When they finished, they returned back to the customer area and loaded the taur up with passengers. It was quite fortuitous that the two had run into one another. Aron would not have been able to accept anyone else, and his destination was already full of would-be travelers. Ken happily took them on, though he had to swallow them the old fashioned way rather than his preferred method. Still, it got him nice and full just the way he liked being.

Aron and Ken decided to travel together for a while longer after the first trip. They didn't see any reason to separate. Two big strapping boys like them posed quite the intimidating challenge for any monster or bandit to try and tackle. And it gave them all the time they needed to really 'get to know one another' all over again. They told stories, snuggled for warmth on the cold nights, and made sure they were both well satisfied in all needs they could handle.

After a month's travel, they decided to part ways. Aron was interested in going on while Ken found himself weighted down too much to travel. His belly had very much seen the sort of growth he had hoped for. And while the green dragon was interested to see the results of his and the lynel's handiwork, he was itching to stay full himself. If they didn't meet back up before Heston was reborn, then Aron would be sure to return to where Ken had settled down to finish out the sponsorship.

And Ken had really grown. His lower belly dragged on the ground wherever he walked. It was just shy of bliss for him. If only he could have gotten a little added mass wiggling around in his upper half, he would have been on top of the world. His sides brushed against the frame of any door he could fit through without tearing it out of the wall. His gait had slowed considerably under the weight. And there was of course the movement. Ken could feel Heston kicking and twitching from time to time. It was enough to make the big taur want to actually have children of his own, the regular way. Not just stuffing someone in and pretending they were his. Though that was fun.

By the end of the second month, the lynel had given up trying to walk anywhere. His hooves couldn't reach the ground without stretching. He was just too fat. Thankfully, he didn't spend more than a few days immobilized. By the end of the third day, he felt a strange sense of fulfillment. It was like hearing the chime when a timer ran out. He looked back at his tremendous lower gut and stroked over it lovingly.

"Alright little guy, looks like you're done baking. Let's get you out of there and have a look at the results." Ken said.

A quiet groan came from under his fur as Heston shifted and stirred awake. He had heard his 'mother's voice. The bigger he got, the more he stretched Ken's tummy, which in turn permitted him to hear the outside world that much better. A very feline groan escaped the heavy taur as his passenger turned about, doing as he was told. There would be a new member of the guild soon.

Before, when Ken birthed out his customers, they were usually small enough that he could keep a professional face. That wasn't to say he didn't enjoy it, but he was able to keep his focus throughout. This was something else entirely. It reminded him of slipping Aron in, then letting him back out some time later. When it had been his turn inside Seg, it had taken a full nine months, and he even came out younger and smaller. It took him time to grow back up. When he worked with Aron, it had been nowhere near as long. With Heston, it had only been a couple of months. Either the lynel's womb was more aggressive with its transformations, or Seg was slower because he just had a lot more mass to contend with. He and his little brother Ruul had been quite a load for the gator to haul.

The tauric beast's petals parted and out emerged the red creature he had been carrying. Heston was still a rusty crimson hue, but his visage had changed. There were finer details that a kobold wasn't known for possessing. He looked more like a dragon. Clearly Aron had been the perfect partner to work with on a sponsorship. And he was considerably larger. The scaled fellow was a difficult one to pass compared to Ken's usual fare. He cried out numerous times, shaking and grinding down against the ground. A pair of broad shoulders finally slipped out, followed by a pair of thick, soft-yet-muscular arms. Then came a feature that was a little surprising. Heston had been fairly slender going in. Now, he had a rather impressive gut. It mirrored Ken's build, suggesting he had taken on a few attributes from the lynel as well.

Once the huge ball of a belly had passed into the open air, there was something of a small concern. Ken was still showing a rather massive swell in his own lower gut. With what had to be about half of Heston now emerged, what else could be in there? As the former kobold's waist slipped out, the question was answered. The forward legs of a creature just as bulky and titanic as the lynel were dragged out with a sticky noise. A barreled feral chest followed, then a second abdomen which was just as chubby as the rest of the drake-like creature was released. From there, a pair of hindquarters and legs were easy to pass, relatively speaking.

Heston dragged himself free of his sponsor's loins, though he could have just called him 'mother' and it would have been fairly accurate. What had once been a short, scrawny little kobold was now a large, thick-built dragon-taur. He was shaped like Ken, but he had the pedigree of the green fellow who had sired him. It shocked both of them. The new four-legged fellow looked over his reborn self and found he had no words for it.

"Well holy hell! I'd call that a smashing success!" Ken said, finding the will to laugh in spite of still trying to catch his breath.

They were both going to need to clean themselves up. The act of birthing a dragon-taur roughly as big as the lynel had been exceptionally pleasing. There was a sizable sticky mess under Ken, and of course Heston was drenched from nose to tail, and there was quite a lot of him to drench. He glistened with the sticky film his 'mother' had covered him in. It was beginning to evaporate, chilling him down a fair bit. He wanted very badly to take a bath in a nice, warm tub-full of steamy water. But with the new him, that didn't seem like it was going to be possible anymore.

"I'm guessing they don't make saunas for guys our size, do they?" Heston asked, half joking, half serious.

It was the first thing he could think to say. Ken laughed and scooted himself over to lay side by side with his 'son'. He draped an arm around Heston's waist and pulled him in close, giving him a delicate little kiss on the cheek. On occasion, his horns got in the way of delivering such a sign of affection, but not this time. They just brushed ever so gently against the scaled fellow's cheek on either side of his muzzle.

"I picked this town for a reason. They've got a hot spring that's big enough for boys like us. As soon as I knew you were done in there, I sent word to reserve a couple of spots. When you feel strong enough to walk, we can go get cleaned up. How's everything feel? Anything sore or uncomfortable?" Ken asked.

"No, everything feels fine. It just feels... big." Heston replied, then slowly began to show how he really felt, "Really big! Oh my god this is incredible! I knew I'd maybe get a little taller, but this is fantastic! I'm absolutely huge!"

His voice had deepened with the change, and he was only just beginning to realize that the mighty baritone was his to command. It left him tingling and eager to explore what else had changed. Ken was more than happy to bask in the new dragon's glee with his transformation. It put to rest any fears he might have had that Heston would be disappointed or upset. He gave the drake a cursory inspection, determining that he had indeed picked up quite a lot from the lynel, but he intended to introduce some of it to him in a little while.

After a few moments of rest, the lynel helped the dragon up onto his paws, then instructed him on how to move with four legs rather than two. It was a bit of a learning curve, but it was one of those skills that was quickly learned. Mastery--however--would come with time. They left the stable where Ken had chosen to give birth and headed down through the main hall. Before they left, the cat-horse turned and headed for the waiting areas. Heston followed, slightly confused about the change in direction.

"Um, the exit's this way. I thought we were going to the hot spring." the dragon said.

"We are, but why not load up with customers first? Would be a shame to get clean, only to get messy again taking on a group headed to the next town." Ken explained.

"Okay, I guess that makes sense. How many do you think you'll end up carrying?" Heston asked.

"As many as I can walk with. And you're gonna get a few too. Might as well put that new belly of yours to good use!" the lynel said and laughed.

He guided his new recruit to settle in the waiting area. It was one of the more popular destinations, one that usually required a small party of guild members to ferry everyone. Between the two big boys, they were probably going to be able to handle it all. Ken went first, shivering happily as he was once again able to stuff someone into his womb. After he took on enough to stretch his tummy just far enough to be noticeably bigger, he turned to look at Heston, suggesting it was his turn.

The dragon-taur turned himself around and commanded his thick, powerful tail off to the side. It revealed his rather sizable masculine features. They rested on the ground comfortably, looking a bit like a huge bean bag where someone could recline and lounge for hours. Just above it was something new, a slit that had not been there before. The first customer assumed that was where he was supposed to go, climbed up atop the drake's bloated scrotum and began pushing in. Heston gasped and clenched firmly at the contact. The effect was his first passenger being dragged in almost completely out of sight in one, quick jerk.

Ken snickered seeing such sensitivity and eagerness. He turned about so that he was lined up facing the opposite direction as his new recruit. With careful, practiced fingers, he eased the dragon into the act. Moans filled the area as Heston was made to consume at more than half a dozen passengers. His sides bulged and paws pushed out from under his scales. The sensation was beyond his ability to describe, but it was unbelievably gratifying. The heaviness of his belly, the movement of his 'children', the tingling sensation running through his brand new tunnel; it all left him wishing he could fit even more inside him. Ken advised against going too much further for the time being. He took on the remaining few, which gave him enough squirming around inside him to push a few up into his upper tummy.

"Ahhh, much better. I could stand to take a few more, but this is good. How you feelin' big guy?" the lynel asked, looking to his dragon companion.

Heston was flushed. His paws were groping over his round, gravid tummy. Two had managed to slip upwards into him just as Ken had enjoyed. The rest were still down below, giving his lower half a visible swell. He could barely find the will to speak.

"I... I don't... I don't think I can do this." he said breathlessly.

"Now, don't tell me you're going back on your word. You said you were in all the way, no matter what." Ken said with a frown.

"No... I... I don't think I can walk! It feels... too good!" Heston moaned out.

The lynel's expression changed again, shifting back to the broad, happy grin he was known for. He stood and spun himself around so that they were facing the same direction. He pulled the new dragon's muzzle to his and kissed him. It wasn't a chaste little peck. It was slow, passionate, and suggested a rather significant amount of lust being dammed up behind the feline-equine's strength of will.

"You'll get used to it," Ken said, after finally breaking the kiss, "But let's try to get you to the hot spring. They're waiting on us after all."

"O-o-okay." Heston replied in a shaky voice.

With no small amount of effort, though not due to a lack of physical prowess, the dragon climbed up onto his paws and began to stumble along with his dark-furred companion. As he took his first steps, the electricity of feeling his belly sway about under him threatened to send him back to the ground. Heads turned at the sound and sight of the dragon's struggles, making people question if he was well. Ken waved off any efforts to assist, suggesting that it was just a case of a newbie being a little overwhelmed.

"Here we go. Just walk along with me. Lean against me if you need to. I'm right here, honey." the lynel said.

"I'm trying. Oh god, they're moving so much. How do you deal with it?" Heston asked.

"It takes a little while to get used to it, but you'll adjust. And you'll be with me the whole time. A few months on the road, just you and me, both of us stuffed to the gills. Gotta get you properly trained. Then you can take on your own route." Ken explained.

"Do I have to take my own? Can't I just go with you?" the red dragon asked.

He was slowly beginning to get the hang of walking with four legs, and with a load of travelers in his gut. Each step was enough to set him on fire, pushing him so close to climax that someone might need to follow him everywhere he went with a mop.

"Well... as a trainee, you'll be doing that. But after a while, you'll probably want to set out on your own. With two big guys like us, we'll probably not get enough customers on the same route to keep us as full as we'd like. Today was a bit of a fluke," Ken said, but paused as he watched the dragon's expression in response, "But... you know... there are special circumstances that would make it possible for us to stick together no matter what our assignment might be."

"Like what?" Heston asked.

"Well, if we were together. Like, an item, together." Ken said, hesitant to say as much.

"I wouldn't mind that too much." the dragon said, leaning in against the lynel.

It wasn't because he needed the support, but because he had enjoyed the intimate contact their time together had provided. It wasn't quite as nice as being inside the chocolate colored fellow, but it was certainly pleasant enough to make him want to keep leaning in on him. Ken refused to deny him such a delight.

"Well we've got a few months to decide if we want to be an item. Though... with how you've taken to all of this, I can think of a few things we could do together that might make you want to stick with me." the lynel said.

"Like what?" Heston asked.

"I'll show you a few at the hot spring. C'mon. Get the lead out, fatty!" Ken said, cackling a little as he tried to bring himself to a canter.

It forced the dragon to try to keep up, which in turn set his skin alight with a new series of tingles. If this was just the start of all the things he was to learn, Heston figured he was going to fall madly in love with not just The Gracious Gut.

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