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The night before

"Let's get another one over here for the 'birthday boy'!" shouted a large, inebriated, white alligator.

He had taken to using the slightly inaccurate moniker for the smaller, round bellied, blue dragon seated next to him. The party had been quite a hit so far. Even the gator's spouse was indulging. The barn owl sat on the other side of the blue dragon, appearing to be struggling with something that kept them moaning. A pair of paws, complete with webbed toes, vanished into their throbbing mast. A length of thick, muscular tail was slurped up shortly after. Their normally rather average sized sac had grown tremendously thanks to the otter sliding the rest of the way through their shaft. They landed in the bird's distended scrotum with a splash and a bounce. Agro sighed in relief. That was their third in a single night.

"Y-yeah," the owl said in a similarly intoxicated tone, "Lil baby blue needs another. He's gotta keep up with his parents if he's gonna be in this family."

"Cut me some slack, guys. I'm still workin' on these two," Smokey complained, "Also I'm kind of at a disadvantage. Alex is making it tough to focus on purpose."

The 'little baby blue' as Agro had called him sat in a large, heavily cushioned chair between the two that would be adopting him officially in less than twenty-four hours. He ran a paw over his gravid tummy. His fingers teased a small navel piercing hanging from the 'outie' he had gained upon taking in his vulpine passenger in a similar act. The ruby sparkled in the low light of the make-shift strip club that had been set up for the occasion. The two he mentioned he was 'still working on' were distending his sac just as both Agro and Seg had been burdened.

One was a white wolf with a black, five-pointed star over his left eye. The other was a silver-grey fox with two tails. They were married apparently, and where one went, the other followed. It just so happened that out of the three guests of honor, they had chosen to dive into the sac of the pregnant water dragon to help celebrate his big day tomorrow. Smokey was panting heavily as his scrotum churned and stretched thanks to the two amorous canids sloshing around inside him.

"I'm afraid the rules are you have to do what your daddy tells you to," said an angelic dragoness leaning in against the blue drake from behind, "Be a good little boy, do as your father says. Obedience is important."

"Shayna..." Smokey whined, drawing out her name as he arched his back and shivered.

The water dragon's grey tummy wobbled and shifted as his passenger continued to work on him from within. That devil fox in his belly certainly knew all the right spots to hit and tickle. He wasn't going to be able to focus on pretty much anything while they were all being so disruptive.

"Don't you 'Shayna' me," the lady said, nuzzling into the azure fellow's cheek, "They say you should get a third, then a third you will get. Elliot?"

Upon the utterance of her name, a rabbit slipped around in front of the blue dragon. What was curious about her was she possessed a pair of fluffy, feathery wings just like the angelic lady who was teasing Smokey. The bunny leaned in close and brushed her lips past the dragon's, teasing him with the possibility of a kiss but never quite getting there. Instead, she slipped along his cheek to give Shayna the kiss she had been suggesting to the blue drake.

"Anything special I should give the 'birthday boy', mom?" Elliot asked.

"I think he's already got a pretty good show going in there already. Maybe a little dance, then a quick trip in. I'd hate for you to get shot back out before you got all the way in." Shayna answered.

It was a curious thing, hearing the rabbit call the dragoness 'mom', but then Shayna had a rather interesting relationship with all her 'employees'. She had been hired to provide the evening's entertainment. A womb full of exotic dancers--strippers--made for easy transport and a very cohesive working environment. Thanks to the angel's unique abilities, it also opened up a whole host of interesting opportunities for entertainment.

Seg shuddered and tipped his head back as he let out a happy groan. His own sac churned about firmly as the sizeable horse that had landed inside him was slowly melted down. Within a few minutes, the movement stopped, leaving the alligator with a vast supply of seed waiting to be dumped somewhere, preferably a waiting belly. He didn't need to request someone help him make that into a reality. Within seconds of his passenger losing cohesion, a jade cobra of no small endowments made her way under the big fellow's hefty gut. Her jaws slipped around him easily, and she began suckling.

"Mmm, I'll need another one in a minute. If I could get the same lady, that'd be fantastic." the alabaster alligator moaned out.

"I'll make sure Nichole sees you swollen back out just as soon as she's solid again." Shayna said.

The dragoness didn't have to wait long. She stood back and put her hands on her gravid tummy. The heavily pregnant dragoness shivered as the magic of her little operation took effect, coiling around her core and cinching tight. She moaned loudly and her belly swelled right before everyone's eyes. What had been a modestly comical size for such a dome grew rather tremendously and rather quickly. Hand prints pushing out from under her scales became visible, as did the impression of the new occupant's lower extremities. There were no feet-paws. Rather, what could be seen were hooves pushing out against the 'manager's womb.

All had happened just as the angelic lady had arranged it to: the return of each 'employee' or 'child' to her caring, possessive womb as soon as they lost their physical form. Usually that was due to being turned into a vast load to be ejected somewhere, though other methods were popular tonight. Now all the businesswoman had to do was let the equine back out.

With skilled practice, Shayna spread her legs and relaxed herself. In only a few precious moments, the very mare that had vanished down Segremores' shaft came emerging from the dragon's nethers. The whole trip Nichole had taken--from gator sac, melted into spunk, and restored like new in her 'mother's womb--had only lasted moments. It was a terribly efficient setup.

"That was quick!" the mare said, still hanging from between Shayna's legs, only roughly a third of her free.

"Mmm... oooo yeah it was. Mr. Dad-to-be over there has a pretty aggressive sac. He says he wants you back in it once Liz has drunk him dry." the dragoness explained.

"Can do." Nichole replied just as her ample breasts slipped out of the lady who was both mother and manager to her.

Seg had not lasted terribly long under the snake's attention. Liz had a rather talented tongue, which she used to explore down the slick, salty passage the busty mare had vanished moments into earlier. The alligator grimaced, lips curled and teeth bared as he fought to hold out as long as he could. In the end, the cobra was just too skilled. He tipped his head back and loosed a deep, bass-filled bellow. A sharp gush of thick, rich seed poured down Liz's throat, which she slurped up greedily and readily. Her belly began to swell within seconds, and it wasn't going to stop until she had all the mass that had once been Nichole gurgling around in her stomach.

While this was going on, Elliot had taken to dancing for the blue dragon as she had been requested. She leaned in against the drake's squirming tummy, running her paws across it before pulling away and showing him her back. The pert, shapely rump now in his field of view jostled and jiggled about as she moved with the grace of a ballerina and the sensuality of primal beast in heat. Soon, she was down on her knees, cupping the drake's throbbing mast against her chest. The lady's luxuriously soft pelt teased and tickled the dragon while her cleavage kept him thoroughly trapped between her impressive breasts. She even leaned in to give the tender head a brief, teasing lick. That made Smokey tip his head back and groan.

Unlike Seg, he didn't have a tremendous load made from broken down 'pole dancer' to launch forth. Sirius and Brian were still very much solid and making a ruckus deep in his sac. What Elliot received was a much more modest jet of seed, though it wasn't insubstantial by any stretch of the imagination. She closed her lips around his member and suckled as he came, painting the inside of her muzzle with pulse after pulse of thick, viscous ooze. Below, the cushion he sat on was already thoroughly soaked thanks to his vulpine occupant keeping him riding wave after wave of climax. Another splash of nectar oozed from between his legs and dampened the cushion that much further.

"Ooooh god... I... I feel dizzy." Smokey said.

"That just means Elliot's doing a good job, and so's Alex." Shayna said as she leaned forward once again, resting her chin atop one of the blue drake's shoulders.

Nichole slipped the rest of the way free of the angel dragon's grasp. Shayna shivered, showing little sign of being inconvenienced by the experience as she reached around in front of her husband, giving his plump, writhing belly a tender caress. It was a show of affection that didn't necessarily come with the package she had sold the three boys who had hired her. She was giving them a 'family discount' at any rate. She knew all of them quite well, so it didn't much matter to her if she broke even or took a loss on this job. It was for a joyous occasion after all.

"Naughty fox... I... I haven't been able... to breathe properly... for at least... half an hour," Smokey huffed, "I... feel like... I'm gonna pass out."

"Oh now don't do that. Then you'll miss out on all the fun." Shayna said.

The azure dragon's length finally slowed and halted its spasms. Unfortunately for him, that meant Elliot was clear to proceed with the next step. She rolled onto her back and fanned her wings out for support as she lifted her paws. With carefully practiced skill, she coaxed Smokey's length to engulf one of her paws, then the other. She sighed in delight as the warmth of his interior began to work its way up over her calves. The dragon's eyes crossed and he groaned aloud all over again, feeling like he might make good on his threat to pass out.

Before the dizziness could become too much, Shayna gave him a kiss on the cheek once again. It was a long, drawn out act, keeping her lips pressed against his blue hide as she passed a few hints of magic to him. She quite expertly weaved it together into a simple but elegant spell that bolstered his constitution. It would take a great deal more than what was happening to him now to make him faint. What was the point of having their version of bachelor party if one of the guests of honor ended up unconscious and unable to recall anything that happened?

Elliot's legs vanished down the blue drake's spire, stretching him fairly well. As soon as the two already contained within his sac noticed there was a third on her way in, they took hold of her calves and began to pull. The rabbit yelped quietly in surprise then giggled. She folded her wings in against herself and brought her arms in close as well. One paw kneaded gently against her bust while the other stroked along the aching shaft she had not been able to make use of all night. It was almost criminal to see all the things going on at that party and not get to indulge herself. Sirius and Brian would certainly be able to help her out. They had a rather strong fondness for putting such stiff things in rather interesting places, both those belonging to others and their own. The couple would soon be a threesome, and Smokey would be unable to rid himself of their antics unless he could focus on turning them into his own spunk.

Agro watched as the rabbit vanished from sight under the blue dragon's belly and into his bloated sac. They approved of the sight and reclined where they sat. Their fingers dug into the plump rear of a very cute skunk lady who had offered herself up for them to unleash their own building torrent of seed into. The otter that had filled them up had transformed into the very lake they would be pumping into her.

"Ooo... mmm... what did you... say your name was?" the owl asked.

"Mmm, Tina. Pleasure to meet you. Oooh yeah, a little to the left, please." the black and white lady cooed.

She rolled her hips back against the avian customer, eager for what they were going to end up doing. She had pressed her legs in against their sac from either side, giving it a gentle squeeze from time to time as they bucked and humped. Liz was still slurping away greedily as the alligator dumped himself into her stomach. Smokey was busy slurping up the angelic rabbit Shayna had assigned to him. And Agro was enjoying the accommodating kindness of the mephit who had wrapped her large, fluffy tail around their waist.

Such was how the party was intended to go. Friends and family had gathered for the festivities. Shayna had been hired to provide the entertainment, though her 'employees' often served as part of the buffet depending on how adventurous people were feeling. It was almost a matter of paying respects for someone from the group to wander up and provide at least one of the three some means of sexual gratification. Of course, it wasn't just Seg, Smokey, and Agro getting to have fun. There were several other guests who were getting into the mood. Thankfully, a person didn't have to work for Shayna to be 'caught' by her should they end up gurgling away in someone's scrotum or stomach.

Liz finally pulled back off the alligator when it seemed as though he had finally finished. She licked her lips and burped quietly. Her belly had swollen tremendously, looking as if she had actually swallowed Nichole without using the middleman that was Seg's loins. Without any sign of difficulty, the cobra climbed to her paws and leaned up to give the gator a little kiss on the nose before waddling her way off to mingle with the crowd. Her belly gurgled and sloshed away loudly as she did so.

The rabbit Smokey had seen sliding down his length was nearly gone, only her arms and hand-paws protruding from his shaft at this point. With one last good tug from the two already rolling around in between his legs, she was pulled out of sight completely. A happy, delighted moan came from the bloated swell of the dragon's scrotum as the two boys got right down to business with their new visitor. The swaying and sloshing resumed as the three-way proceeded with all due haste and lust.

Agro screeched as they unleashed the vast reservoir of their own seed into the skunk's bowels. Hands that had been gripping the plump shape of Tina's rear moved to fondle the two lovely swells of the owl's chest resting atop a very motherly dome. The bird was just as plump and round as their alligator husband and the blue drake that would soon be their son, yet they contained no passenger of any sort. They were simply naturally that gravid. It was a rather lovely look that fit in well with the atmosphere of the party.

Tina cried out and suddenly expanded with remarkable speed. Her belly grew rapidly and sagged down under her, soft and squishy to the touch, but also possessed of a powerful, unearthly warmth. The event lasted only a few moments as the owl's vast stores of seed were depleted in far too rapid a fashion for their liking. They would need to work on drawing that out if they could. With that end finally completed, the skunk slipped off the owl, offered Agro a kiss, and went off to mingle just as Liz had done. All three of the guests of honor were finally able to relax, at least a little. Smokey was still trembling and quivering thanks to the three rolling around downstairs and the very naughty fox in his belly.

"How are you feeling, little one?" Seg asked as he wrapped a thick, strong arm around the blue dragon's shoulders.

The act formed a lovingly crushing embrace, pressing the smaller scaled fellow against the large gator's plump, comfortable side. It left the still trembling drake just a little dizzy, but in a very nice way.

"I'm... I'm okay... just... a little out of breath. I wish... I wish I could... get Alex to... go to sleep." Smokey said.

"Fat chance of that," Agro said with a tired laugh, "With how often she sleeps in there, she's probably been all kinds of antsy waiting for tonight. Just try to breathe slow and deep. Once you find your pace, you'll be able to shut down the orgy in your balls. And yeah, I know, easier said than done, but once you get the hang of it, it's like second nature."

"Right... breathe... slow and deep." Smokey replied.

The azure dragon closed his eyes and attempted to comply. It was terribly difficult to focus given how much movement there was between his legs, to say nothing of how skilled Alex was at keeping her daddy so well stimulated. She had been in there long enough to learn every trick, every tender spot, every secret of the dragon's motherly half. It was a double-edged sword. Smokey adored being assaulted in a way he couldn't stop, but it also meant he couldn't stop the kinky vulpine when he needed to concentrate. It meant he would need to learn how to focus in spite of Alex's loving molestations.

A few deep breaths were taken. Just as was promised when the advice was given, the gravid fellow began to find his center. He huffed a little at first between breaths, but in time, he found the focus to control and even out his breathing. A loud, guttural gurgle sounded from his generously stretched sac. A couple of delighted groans came from within as what had been the solid forms of three guests in a sea of dragon spunk began to lose that solidity. The sensation of it nearly broke the dragon's concentration. If his eyes had been open, they would have crossed.

"Oh gods above!" Smokey cried out as he leaned back.

"Above and below," Seg corrected with a chuckle, "Plenty of them down there too, and they have just as obvious and illustrious a naughty streak as the ones upstairs. Keep going, little one, you're almost there."

Smokey nodded and grunted, trying his best to regain what of his focus he had lost. Two pairs of paws began to roam over his terribly active tummy housing the fox and the steadily softening monster bulge resting on the floor between his paws. Seg leaned in to offer the 'little' dragon a nuzzle against his cheek while Agro lowered their head to show the blue's gravid tummy its own affection.

"Just keep it up, you're doing great," the alligator said encouragingly, "And when they're done, you'll have plenty to shoot out into whoever you like. Or you can keep it for the time being. I wouldn't mind seeing you stick with a larger size."

"I... I guess... we'll just... have to see." Smokey panted out as he reached out to rest one of his own paws against Agro's back, running his fingers slowly up and down their spine.

While his initial attachment had been with Segremores, the dragon couldn't deny he had grown rather fond of the owl as well. Receiving that kind of affection had been a sense of great relief, signaling that both had accepted him, not just the big gator.

"So, are you ready for tomorrow?" Agro asked without bothering to lift their head from the fox-filled tummy.

"I'm excited... and nervous... mostly excited." Smokey replied, shivering as he felt another gurgle ripple through his groin.

By now, Sirius, Brian, and Elliot were on the verge of losing consciousness. It meant they were in that curious transition phase where they were still awake and of semi-sound mind, but made mostly of the dragon's seed as if they were some sort of sentient, living construct made up of cum. They wouldn't remain that way for very long, though the notion of keeping someone as a living puddle of goo in that state--constantly sloshing around between his legs--did hold a certain, distant appeal to the dragon.

"You still haven't mentioned what you want for your tattoo. Still having trouble thinking up a good one?" Segremores asked, referring to the mark that Smokey would end up bearing.

It was part of the ceremony. He would have a symbol put upon him to signify the union, the ceremony, the bond. He had been agonizing over what he should get, largely because he was normally so averse to the idea of getting tattooed. The method by which this particular mark was applied satisfied him enough to be comfortable.

"Actually, I think I figured out what I want. It's called a triquetra, kind of a knotted circle. I just like the geometry of it." Smokey answered as he finally began to settle down.

The sloshing of his scrotum died down, leaving it to just burble quietly. Shayna shuddered behind him as the three he had done away with suddenly regained physical form deep in her own belly. Her abdomen swelled out in three sharp jerks, making her double over and rest against the blue from behind. One paw rest on her sagging tummy as she panted, absolutely and intensely delighted that she had been selected to provide the night's entertainment. She loved getting to 'cater' like this.

"I think I know what you're talking about. Those are usually pretty common among the ruins up in the far north, ancient pagan tribal symbols, right?" Agro asked.

Smokey nodded and took a long, slow breath.

"Yeah, but that's not why I picked it. Like I said, I just like the design. I don't really know much about its meaning back then or how it's used today. I just think it's pretty." he explained.

"Well we can use whatever symbol you'd like so long as you're happy with it." Seg said, slipping that large, powerful arm around behind the small dragon once again.

He pulled the blue fellow in for another gently crushing one-arm hug that pressed Smokey in against the firm yet comfortable side of the alligator's impressive frame.

"I think it'll be perfect. I'm just glad this is all gonna work out. I got a little worried I wouldn't be able to go through with it after I adopted Alex." the blue drake said as he lowered his gaze to peer at the great, grey dome of his tummy.

The vulpine concealed within had settled down finally, though she was still giving him reason to shudder. She had simply switched to a more subtle attack pattern.

"I don't see why that should cause a problem other than size, and I'm confident that's not an issue," Segremores said, then grinned as he nudged the dragon gently in an amused, knowing fashion, "Just don't get any funny ideas about trying to sneak anyone else in there. I know how you like to steal that wolf and fox couple and keep them in your balls for as long as you can."

Smokey blushed and looked away, not wanting to admit how much he actually did like it when Sirius and Brian dove in, often without discussing the matter with him first. He wasn't sure why he was so embarrassed by it. Maybe it was just the style of teasing he was receiving that made his cheeks flush.

"If it were me, I'd let him stuff himself with as many as he wanted to keep before the ceremony, but then I'm funny like that." Agro said, flashing the two scaled fellows a winning smile.

"Well you are a bit of a size queen, honey." Seg replied, grinning back at his feathered lover.

The owl shot the alligator a look of amused anger, the kind of expression that said 'I want to be furious with you but I can't refute anything you just said'. They were just about to let loose with their own retort when a shout of dismay silenced all three of them. Shayna lifted her head from where she had been nosing in against the blue dragon's cheek, an expression of displeasure on her face.

"Hey! You! The mutt in the muscle shirt!" the angelic lady shouted.

The mood in the room suddenly dropped and all went still and quiet. Shayna waddled her way around the trio being celebrated with a shocking amount of speed given who all she had inside her at the moment. The dog she had called out turned slowly towards the approaching 'angry mom' barreling down towards him.

"Huh? Whas the probl'm, shhhuger-tits?" he slurred drunkenly.

That only served to further enrage the dragoness all the more. The fact that he had not ceased what had caught her attention in the first place certainly didn't help his case. He had his arms wrapped around one of the ladies that worked for Shayna. He had been putting her through unnecessary discomfort with his advances and his unwillingness to take no for an answer.

"Get off me, creep!" the spotted feline practically roared, wishing in that moment she was of a species that could actually roar.

In the few moments it had taken for the dog to start harassing her, for Shayna to notice and call him out, and for the dragoness to 'move in for the kill', the cheetah recalled a few techniques she had been taught just in case of such an event. She lifted one foot-paw and slammed it down hard on the closer of dog's two. He yelped and loosened his grasp on her, which was further loosened when an elbow came crashing into his stomach. It stole his breath away and he released the lady, doubled over, and clutched his abdomen.

"You... ffffuckin' bitch." he wheezed.

A strong, clawed set of fingers gripped the canine. The young lady he had accosted moved away to give Shayna all the room she would need. With a belly as big as hers, that would be a pretty generous berth.

"You've had enough to drink. In fact, you're done for the night. When one of my people says no, that's the end of it. You're going into time out." the dragoness said in as calm and measured a tone as she could muster, given just how livid she got and how quickly she got there due to such a gross example of bad behavior.

Without another word, the angelic lady lifted the still wheezing dog off his paws, opened her mouth, and began shoving him in despite his protests. Ordinarily, Shayna preferred to reserve such an act for those close to her, since it was intended to be an intimate act. Tonight, it was punishment. The dog kicked weakly as he was devoured, vanishing down the dragon's throat until he was giving her already rather rotund belly another good stretch. A crass belch followed once the lady's mouth was clear and a cheer ran through the crowd. Clearly he had been something of a troublemaker and his removal made the room that much more enjoyable.

"Damn... I forgot how good she is at that." Seg mused as he watched, running a paw over his own gut.

Seeing the lady indulge like that had him wishing he had asked about dining on a few of the dancers in a different way. Maybe it wasn't too late in the evening. Agro nodded in agreement, slightly awestruck by the performance.

"She's got quite a talent for putting someone away. Just watching it's got me a little bothered." they said, squirming in their seat.

"Bothered? You alright sweetie?" Seg asked, turning to look over at the owl in concern.

"I mean that kind of bothered... you know?" Agro replied.

The gator made a face suggesting their confusion had cleared up, complete with the silent 'oh' on his lips. He grinned and began shuffling the blue dragon still working to catch his breath closer to the round-middled avian.

"Well, if you're that kind of bothered, I know someone here who would be more than happy to help his new momma-to-be with the problem," Seg said, lowering his gaze down to the drake he was pushing towards his beloved, "Isn't that right, lil baby blue?"

Smokey was caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation--and his own seat--when Seg began moving him. He had been too busy watching Shayna do away with the inebriated dog, feeling a stirring in his loins. He had long possessed a fondness for watching her put someone inside her, no matter how she accomplished it. Clearly, Agro wasn't the only one 'bothered' by her display of gastronomical and predatory prowess.

"Hmm? What? Oh... uh... sure... I'm happy to help I guess." the gravid dragon said.

"Good, now get over here and help a bird out." Agro said, leaning back and hoisting up their plump, motherly-looking tummy.

The action exposed the throbbing, drooling shaft that had done its fair share of devouring people throughout the evening. The vastly swollen sac below was eager to unload its contents into someone, and the very dragon that was to be adopted tomorrow would make for an excellent place to stick their aching length. Before Smokey could ask anything about placement or position, he was shuffled over into the owl's lap. Immediately, the great, pulsing spire was sunk deep under his tail. A gentle moan rose up out of him as he was spread open and filled so readily. It was a bit faster than he was used to, but not entirely unwelcome.

Seg grinned seeing how quickly his son-to-be took to doing whatever was necessary to satisfy the owl's needs. They would get along rather nicely once they were a family proper. Agro let out a hiss of delight as they settled deep into the dragon's bowels. A steady rolling of their hips jostled the 'birthday boy' as he was made good use of. His tail curled back around the owl's waist out of instinct, ensuring he wouldn't get pushed too far off the sizable rod buried in him at the moment. Of course, Agro would never let that happen regardless.

"Oh god... I'm... I'm gonna make a huge mess." Smokey breathed out between moans.

"Now we can't have that, can we?" Seg asked as he shifted out of his own seat and lowered himself down to the floor, seated in front of the pair currently rutting away, "Gosh you two are cute like this. Wish I could take a photo so I can enjoy it later."

"Tell... Shayna... to take some... photos," Agro grunted as they gradually began adding force behind their thrusts, edging towards 'pounding' the blue drake, "If she's... too busy... she can... get one of... her kids... to handle it... She's... got someone... lined up... to take photos... tomorrow."

Seg nodded and lifted a paw to wave the angelic lady over. The request was made and the dragoness happily obliged. She retrieved a mobile slate from somewhere on her person, it was difficult to tell exactly where, and she began capturing footage of the blue drake's coupling with the owl, making sure to snap particularly enticing still images whenever the opportunity presented itself.

The gator--satisfied with this--lowered his muzzle and pushed down past the blue fellow's belly, finding Smokey's twitching, dribbling member. He was indeed close to making an awful mess which meant there would need to be containment. That was something Seg was more than happy to provide. He nuzzled the pulsing rod, ran his tongue along it to tease the poor dragon, then quickly engulfed the bucking mast just before the first of what was to be several climaxes claimed the drake.

It was a terribly enjoyable sight for Shayna. She rather liked seeing her husband trapped in such a situation, though her preference was to be involved in the fun. As she continued to record Smokey being thrust into from behind and the ghostly gator slurping away greedily between his legs, it occurred to the angelic lady that there was one hole she had easy access to that was currently unoccupied. Rather than turn off her slate and tuck it back into whatever mysterious place it had been drawn from, she just handed it off to one of her dancers. They took over the cinematography while Shayna approached her lover trapped between two other lovers.

The gravid woman ran her fingers gently down Smokey's jaw line, ever so gently caressing his cheek and signaling him to do what she was eager for. The blue fellow didn't need any other instruction. He knew what she sought and he was all too happy to offer it to her. He would have opened his muzzle for her, but it was already hanging agape. So, instead, he just pushed his nose forward towards the lady's groin. The twitching length pressing up against the underside of her motherly stomach--which was similarly active--was quickly consumed and pushed just as deep as Smokey could handle. His moans were quickly muffled as he practically swallowed her sleek, smooth, supple flesh.

A sigh of elation escaped the angelic lady as she massaged her stomach with one paw and pressed on the back of her husband's head with the other. She looked down at Agro who was gripping tightly on the blue fellow's hips, humping away with such exuberance. They had already unloaded at least once, but they hadn't stopped. Each time they bucked, their chest wobbled about, making the angel dragon want to reach out to caress those lovely breasts. Agro would not have minded the attention.

The footage of the 'bachelor party' would be available for download after the fact. The 'pre-natal trio' would have free access. Everyone else would have to pay a nominal--though very affordable--fee. They could discuss the matter of royalties later.

The ceremony

When the sun finally rose, it saw everyone still sore, swollen, and stiff from the previous night's festivities. It brought a whole new meaning to the word 'hung-over', especially the 'hung' part. All those who had been so keen to go diving between one's legs or another had a rather significant impact. The stretching and swelling had lingered, resulting in each recipient being artificially engorged. Whether it would remain permanently or not was yet to be determined. And since they were the focus of the whole event, the group of four saw the most profound impact from the party.

The 'family of the hour' had made their way back to their hotel room after the party came to a close, but little else was done there aside from sleep. It had been a tiring affair, and while the flesh was willing to carry on, it lacked the energy to fuel it. The four collapsed into a pile on the bed and lay there until sunrise, where they found themselves sprawled out against one another as they each came back around. It wasn't necessarily an unpleasant thing to wake to.

"Remind me to stretch before another big event like that," Shayna said with a groan as she arched her back, then leaned forward with her legs spread wide in a sort of loose, informal yoga pose, "I don't think I've ever had turnover anywhere near what you all put me through last night."

"We can certainly help give you a stretch before your next event." Seg replied, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

The angelic dragoness turned around to peer back at the alabaster alligator. Her speed was kept slow so as to avoid knocking anything over with her ponderous belly. They didn't want to incur any more unexpected charges with the hotel after all. As it was, the laundry bill for just how many sets of sheets they'd gone through would be quite substantial.

"Stuffing you in with the 'kids' would make for a good 'pre-game warm up' but then I'd be awfully tempted to make you part of the 'family business'." she said, giving Seg a sly look.

"Don't think she won't," Smokey said with a groan as well, though his was more of discomfort and exhaustion than of exertion, "She doesn't make threats she can't make good on. I'm living proof."

The blue drake had not managed to sit up yet. He lay on his back, still rather spent from the previous evening. His own grand, gravid stomach stood tall above him thanks to its occupant. His legs were forced apart by the bloated swell of his sac, still terribly full from those who had climbed in during the party. At least they had all stopped squirming and dissolved into the small lake of seed forcing his scrotum to spill over his thighs. He was large enough now that someone could use the quietly sloshing orbs as a small beanbag chair. Smokey might have felt guilty for such indulgence--melting his passengers away like that--if it weren't for Shayna 'catching' them all when they turned to goo. That and it was a special occasion after all.

"C'mon, up and at'em, lil boy blue. It's your big day." Agro said, just finishing putting the last few touches on a simple design covering the azure dragon's belly.

The design in question was a three-pointed "infinity" knot with a perfect circle woven in with it; a triquetra, just as Smokey had requested for the ceremony. This wasn't the final version, just a faint, light pattern that would make the finished one easier and faster to apply during the 'ritual' later that day. It covered a good portion of the big, grey orb, positioned so that the dragon's navel--and his dangling navel ring--was at the center of the knot.

"There's not gonna be enough time for me to empty out a bit, is there? I've got just the worst case of blue balls." Smokey said through a host of labored grunts as he tried to sit up.

"You've always got blue balls, honey," Segremores replied as he gave the smaller dragon's engorged sac a fondle to tease him, "And you look good this big, like you're ready to knock up a whole harem of sexy ladies. And boys. I think you should keep it this way."

"That can be arranged," Shayna chimed in as she stood back up, paws on her vast, motherly tummy, caressing it tenderly in slow, deliberate circles, "I've been wondering how long it would be before you two started rubbing off on him and he decided he wanted to 'keep up with the Moons'."

"After today, I don't think I'll have much choice. I'm probably going to need to get a whole new wardrobe just so I can fit these giant things in something. It's gonna be awkward learning how to walk all over again. Probably going to need to have someone follow me around with a mop in case I leak." Smokey said, reaching past his tummy to grope at his sac along with the big white gator.

"Of course you have a choice. You always have a choice. No one is going to force you into something you don't want." Seg said gently, shifting his palm from the unearthly warmth of the blue drake's groin up to his round stomach, trying to provide a more loving gesture rather than one of arousal.

"I didn't say no," Smokey shot back quickly with a tired grin, "Just... I know there's a pretty strong likelihood that when this is all said and done, this is going to be part of what changes I'm sure I'll end up with."

While the alligator had chosen to switch to a more tender show of affection, the blue fellow found he had a difficult time ceasing any attention to his gurgling sac. It felt terribly good to just sit there and rub the gently wobbling swells. That alone made the prospect of being stuck this way more appealing. And of course, it did mean he'd be able to dish out just as well as he could receive the next time Seg or Agro decided they all needed to have a good romp.

"So long as it's what you want," Seg said, "How's Alex doing?"

That prompted the drake to shift his attention higher up. He ran his fingers across the smooth, supple dome of his abdomen. He could feel the subtle imperfections that detailed the position and orientation of his passenger. Alex, the fox--now part dragon--hiding away inside him had managed to get back around into a 'heads-up' posture. It meant that if the blue had been blessed with breasts, they'd be nuzzling up under them. It almost made Smokey wish he had opted for a pair just so Alex could do exactly that.

"Still asleep. I wasn't the only one you guys wore right the hell out last night. Probably gonna nap through the whole day and that's just fine." the blue fellow said as he gazed down at his middle, feeling a profound sense of attachment and adoration for the hidden vulpine.

It had been quite some time since he adopted the sleeping fox, and Alex had made it clear that there was to be no leaving the dragon's inviting womb for the foreseeable future. Smokey had no issue with that whatsoever. It did tend to result in comments about him being addicted to being pregnant, just like Shayna had ended up, though hers was a more severe case. Thankfully, there weren't any serious drawbacks that either of them could see.

"Alex can sleep as long as necessary. Now up you get. We need to all finish getting ready. We've only got an hour or so." Seg said as he glanced over at the clock.

"Time waits for no daddy," Agro said with a chuckle, offering a knowing wink to their husband, "You finally gonna do something about your added guest?"

The owl gestured towards the alligator's own swollen crotch. The bloated chamber gently writhed and squirmed about, revealing a paw-print pushing outward from within on occasion. The gator chuckled as he squeezed his sac between his powerful thighs, deeply relishing the sensation of exerting mastery over someone in such a manner.

"Maybe... I dunno. I might try to keep them in until after the ceremony. You know... pop them out in the middle of the reception to make a scene?" Seg suggested with a chuckle.

"Or maybe I'll just push you onto your back and ride you until you squirt them back into me where they actually belong," Shayna said as she lightly nudged the gator's shoulder with a couple of fingers, "I know it might be kinda awkward with a gut as big as mine, but believe me when I say I can find a way to make it happen."

"Remember what I said earlier about how she doesn't make threats she can't make good on?" Smokey asked, not expecting an answer.

"Your sexy wife can jump me anytime she wants. I'd be more than happy to let her," the gator said with a huge smile, "Hell if you wanna bend me over right then and there in front of everyone at the ceremony and go to town on me, I just might let you! It just might get in the way of the actual ritual."

"Save it for the solstice. That'll be in a week or so, and I plan on having a big, sexy shindig for that, just because we can." Shayna said.

"Well before we get to that, we need to get these two to the altar," Agro said, hopping off the bed and helping the blue drake make his way to the edge of the mattress, "C'mon, everyone up. The guests are probably already beginning to show up. Get your robes on."

It was a shame having to put on clothes in such warm weather. The tropical air felt so wonderful on uncovered scales, skin, hide, fur, or feathers. The guests certainly had no complaints being in such a remote, exotic locale. To have to cover up rather than bask in the glorious, inviting climate seemed so wrong. But, it was for the sake of the ceremony, so Smokey and Segremores did as they were told. The pair of pristine white robes had been sized extra loose just in case either of them ended up bigger than they had been when they were measured for them. It had been proven a wise choice. The leftover weight and still lingering passengers from so much indulgence the night before had indeed left the robes with far less slack than when they had been tried on.

Agro and Shayna slipped into similar garments, though theirs weren't as formal, nor were they the pristine white of the 'happy couple'. It was their day after all. No point in upstaging them. Once they four were dressed--in as much as one could considered to be dressed in what amounted to a bathrobe with nothing underneath--they left their above-water hut behind. It would be the last time Smokey would get to admire the gorgeous lagoon they were renting out. At least for a pretty lengthy while.

Out on the beach, down the shore a little ways from the pier that connected the hut to the land, stood the altar in question. Already there were several guests gathered around nearby, chatting, admiring the view, or even taking advantage of the free time before the ceremony to enjoy a little intimacy. Anyone who could still get in the mood so early in the morning after such a heavy night of stimulation had to have been exceptionally pent up prior to the trip. It amazed a few of the onlookers that there might still be those who weren't yet satisfied.

All the activity died away as the four approached. This was why they were all here. It was only the respectful thing to do to stop and pay attention. A quiet wave of applause drifted through the crowd, prompting the blue drake to blush ever so softly and the big white gator to lift a paw to acknowledge and gently silence the adulation. Seg said nothing, leaving that to the owl taking up a position behind the altar.

"Distinguished guests, family, friends, thrill-seeking onlookers... we're gathered here today to share in the union between two who have chosen to take the bond that has formed between them and deepen it beyond mere words or thoughts. For anyone to take this step, it requires they be deeply committed and weigh the matter most seriously." Agro said, their arms lifted in a reverent gesture.

"Which is why I was hired, to provide that serious weight." Shayna said, interrupting the solemn moment to inject a little dose of humor as she rubbed her great, gravid tummy with a smirk.

It had the desired effect, eliciting a few giggles and chortles from the crowd. Agro rolled their eyes at the dragoness standing just off to one side from the altar but didn't chastise her. She was allowed to make a comment or two so long as it didn't interfere with the actual ceremony.

"I've known these two for quite some time, and I can say with absolute certainty that they have never once had second thoughts about what they are about to do. I have no doubt in my mind that they are both prepared for what is to come. So, since I'm sure everyone is eager to see this through, we shall begin." the owl said, gesturing for the alligator and dragon to remove their robes.

Seg was the first to undress. He casually slipped out of the white garment, revealing his thick, powerful form to the audience. Most watching were already familiar with his build, but the act of undressing before everyone was certainly a lovely sight. Initially, all anyone could see was his back. It was a chance for others to glimpse the tattoo centered between his shoulder blades. Such was sight that was not commonly seen since it was often covered, not out of any sense of shame or desire to keep it concealed, but simply because there wasn't much call to go without a shirt in public. When the gator turned, the ink on his shoulder and running down the length of his arm was plainly visible, as was what could be seen running down his thigh. It complimented what had been 'inscribed' on the other arm and leg.

Then, when he had turned to face the audience completely, the crowd was given a view of the intricate artistry emblazoned across his chest and stomach. It was harder to keep his gut covered in public, especially during an event like last night. He tended to swell out beyond the point of any shirt's ability to remain in place. What the crowd had not anticipated however was the rather generous--and still squirming--bulge between his legs. Shayna had intended to have words with him about that, but she refrained, assuming she'd get her 'missing child' back eventually. One way or another.

A soft round of applause washed through the audience, appreciating the gator's toned-yet-chubby form. He was quite formidable to look at. No doubt enticing to more than a few. Smokey dipped his nose a bit as he tried to keep from leaning in to give the sizable fellow a hug. He wanted to do more than that, of course, but that would just make the ceremony take longer, and he was still recovering his strength from last night.

With the gator's doffing of the robe complete, it came to the blue fellow to do the same. Smokey was a bit more hesitant about the matter, fighting to keep from trembling. He didn't tend to do well when it came to public nudity, with or without large crowds. Slowly, he eased his way out of the soft, fluffy, white garment, quietly puzzling over the thought of why they had bothered to dress at all since they had intended to take them off for the ceremony anyway. He vaguely recalled something about the act of undressing being symbolic somehow, though he couldn't remember what it symbolized. His blue and grey hide contrasted sharply with the alabaster hue of the larger reptile, as did the fact that Smokey was without any sort of marks save for the one now drawn across his belly. That was entirely new and the people watching were well aware of the fact.

Like Seg, Smokey had an awful time keeping his tummy covered at all anymore. He didn't seem to be too upset by that fact, but it did make certain scenarios slightly awkward. It also forced him to avoid situations where he might be exposed to the cold, like the freezer section of the grocery store. When the robe was removed completely and laid across the altar with Seg's, the azure drake turned about to face the audience as well, showing both the triquetra painted on his domed middle as well as the glittering red stone dangling from his navel. Smokey had promised himself he'd never get a piercing of any kind--he was too squeamish at the thought. And yet, here he was, bellybutton sticking out, adorned with a short silver chain clasped around a ruby that signified his adoption of the fox curled up under his hide.

Another wave of applause rose up from the crowd, this time slightly more energetic. Likely it was because both were unclothed now, rather than a response specifically to the latter of the two. The kind of attention Smokey was receiving was enough to make him want to hide. His cheeks were already brightly flushed and it wasn't difficult to understand why. Usually, the size of his belly was enough to conceal his groin, but thanks to the 'bachelor party' the night before, he was similarly swollen between the legs to the alligator standing next to him. His sac wasn't wriggling about with someone still whole and solid in it, but rather each move of his hips made the great bloat sway and slosh. The sound was loud enough it could be heard by the first couple of rows in the audience.

Smokey's only real regret was that with the direction the ceremony was planned to take, he wouldn't get a chance to make use of such a vast asset before everything was 'finalized'. That, combined with the circumstances of the ceremony, meant he very likely would not be going back down to his previous size. The 'inflamed' state he now found himself in would likely become permanent, just as he had predicted earlier. The regret wasn't that he opposed to the size. He just happened to be terribly full and needed to let off a few gallons. If that was going to be the new normal, he'd just have to get used to it.

"If the couple are ready to continue," Agro said, gesturing to the dragon and alligator, prompting a nod from them both, "Very well. Both standing before us today have affirmed their desire to demonstrate their dedication to one another. If there is anyone present who wishes to object to the union between them, let them speak now."

It remained quiet for several seconds, meaning no one in the audience had reason to stop the ceremony. Just as Agro was about to continue, a voice chimed in.

"I object!" cried Shayna.

The audience was stunned, whispering quietly back and forth amongst themselves. Segremores frowned as he lifted his gaze from the blue drake in front of him to peer over at the lady. Smokey turned as well, eyes wide in fear as though he genuinely thought he was doing something wrong.

Meanwhile Agro turned their head and raised an eyebrow at the angelic lady, already able to suspect what her complaint was all about. The snowy dragoness continued before any question could be offered.

"Mr. Greedy Guts Gator here only wants to do us one at a time! He's stealing my husband and he knows it!" she cried, making sure to make it painfully apparent that her complaint was in jest only.

The whispers all died down, replaced with chuckles. Agro rolled their eyes and shook their head while the tensions between the dragon and alligator eased back down. Smokey let out a sigh of relief and turned back to face the large fellow facing him. Seg just shook his head and chortled quietly.

"You'll get your turn soon enough. If I took you both at the same time, you might not want to come back! Not that I'd really mind all that much, but others might!" the alligator replied amidst his laughter.

"If I might continue," Agro said patiently to quiet down the attempt to derail the whole event with humor, "If the one to be received will sit on the altar."

Smokey nodded, turned, and lifted himself up onto the smooth wooden surface as instructed. Seg even helped him hop up into position, given he was carrying a not insignificant amount of additional weight and the blue fellow had not quite acclimated to it just yet. Once seated with his legs--and engorged scrotum--dangling over the edge, the owl moved around in front of the dragon. He held a small ceramic cup with a brush protruding from it. A dark, sticky liquid swirled gently around in the cup, soaking into the brush. It moved unnaturally and even pulsed ever so softly. It was ink, but of a very particular sort, made specifically for this exact sort of ceremony.

As the audience watched, some leaning one way or another to catch a glimpse around the avian officiator, Agro began painting the curious ink across the blue drake's tummy. It contrasted sharply with the pale grey of his belly, making it stand out quite strongly. The faint pattern the owl had painted on earlier back in the bedroom had only been a guide, to make this moment easier and faster. Any mistakes that Agro made were corrected almost immediately, but not by stroke of the brush. The ink itself oozed into position, filling all the intricate details that had been put in place with the template. Agro could likely have just poured the cup down over Smokey's stomach and it would have all settled into place as desired.

It was difficult to keep from wiggling. Such a sensitive tummy meant any sort of attention either made the blue melt or squirm, and this was decidedly more on the side of being ticklish. Thankfully, Agro was remaining terribly professional, no matter how bad the temptation was to torment the gravid drake. In only a few moments, every line of the template was covered in dark ink, making the pattern far easier for the crowd to see. Smokey was asked to hop back down off the altar and resume his place, which he did without question. Agro took their place between gator and dragon once more, recalling the words they had prepared for this moment.

"A symbol of one's dedication to another can take many forms. For some it appears as a ring, worn on the finger. For others, it's a bracelet. These two have elected for something they each have found more meaningful. It does not diminish but rather enhance their commitment to one another," the owl said, gesturing to the couple, "Please take one another's paws."

Seg lifted the large, burly palms that dwarfed those Smokey offered, the blue's practically vanishing into the great grasp of the white alligator. A subtle static charge passed between the two of them, almost as if one was about to shock the other. It carried with it a gentle tickling tingle all across their hides, starting where the touched and washing up their arms only to pass over the rest of them. It was beginning.

Agro turned to the blue dragon, taking their time so that the gathering power might reach the critical point necessary to proceed.

"Smokescale Aquatos, do you take this fellow to be your father, guardian both legal and spiritual, giver of comfort and aid, to accept his protection and support, to honor and cherish him, for as long as you shall live?" the avian asked.

"I do." Smokey replied, never taking his eyes away from Seg's.

Agro turned to look up at the hulking beast that was their husband.

"Segremores Moon, do you take this fellow to be your son, charge and ward both legal and spiritual, to give comfort and aid, to protect and support, to honor and cherish, for as long as you shall live?" they asked.

"I do." Seg answered, his gaze similarly locked on the shorter blue.

Neither had hesitated in their answer. The owl had expected such. The static tingle built stronger and stronger, giving the sensation that one's hair might be standing on end, at least a little. It was swirling about invisibly, struggling to find the outlet meant for it. The owl had no intention of leaving it to twist and bend fruitlessly. They placed their own palms atop the pair in front of them and closed their eyes.

"Your promise to one another you shall keep, forging a bond that cannot be broken. Let the link be made." Agro said, then lifted their palms from the others.

Smokey slipped his paws out of Seg's, only to reach for a new one being offered to him. It was Shayna's, and the outstretched palm held in it a brilliant blue gem attached to a ring by a short chain. He collected the piercing and reached forward towards the alligator's navel, requiring the shorter of the couple to drop down onto their knees. Seg even tilted himself back to push his belly towards the dragon to help. It was a highly suggestive position. After a few moments of fumbling, the blue fellow had managed to attach the navel ring to the gator's stomach and released it, letting it dangle. It was a larger stone than the one Smokey possessed, meaning it would be quite easy to spot, even draw the eye to it.

With the ring in place, the swirling magic slipped tighter around both dragon and alligator, like tugging a belt down to the next notch, only all over. It grew tighter and tighter, making both 'father' and 'son' to squirm where they stood just slightly. And then with a sharp twang, as if someone had plucked the string on a guitar, the tightness vanished, leaving behind only a profound sense of illusory contact. They weren't actually physically touching one another, but Smokey and Seg could feel one another. They could both feel as the ink on the blue drake's stomach essentially sank in, becoming a permanent feature, a tattoo. It stole the dragon's breath away just ever so gently.

The bond had been formed, but it was still a raw, unshaped piece of steel waiting to be hammered, forged, quenched, and polished into what it was intended to become. For that, there was another step to take, one that both Smokey and Seg had been looking forward to for quite some time. It was also why Shayna had insisted on joking about being jealous. The alligator was indeed about to steal her husband away from her. At least for a time. It was all in service to deepen the bond. And if all went according to plan, then perhaps somewhere down the line, Shayna might be lucky enough to enjoy what her azure partner was about to.

With the piercing in place and Smokey's tattoo now permanent, the blue dragon climbed back to his paws. He grunted a little in exertion thanks to all the weight along his waistline and dangling from between his legs. He was still unused to the generous girth below. From there, he moved to step just shortly away from the altar where he leaned against the very gravid angelic dragoness. Their heads bumped gently against one another as they slipped an arm around the other's waist from behind. Shayna's belly far outstripped her husband's, but that was to be expected when one ran a business like hers--'Party in a Bottle' as she liked to call it, the bottle being her womb. She had promised to one day teach Smokey how to do what she did so he could help run the business alongside her. Until then, he was content to stick with his one, lone passenger.

Alex had been pretty quiet so far, and that was fine by him. The smallish fox had been incredibly active all night, even as he let his own fatigue carry him off to sleep, belly wobbling away on top of him. He took a brief moment to marvel at the gentle churning of his wife's tummy, still puzzling away on how she was able to fit so many people inside her and yet not display near enough waistline to properly show off just how big her 'interior population' really was. He allowed himself to remain distracted by his beloved's beautiful, motherly, exceptionally swollen figure while the alabaster gator changed his own position.

Seg turned to show the audience his back, facing the altar. Once there, he began stretching by bending over as far as his rotund middle would allow him. It was meant entirely to be exactly that, just a stretch. His thick, rudder-like tail remained in its slack, drooped position. This didn't prevent anyone from seeing the wriggling swell of his scrotum. It was large enough that his broad, meaty thighs couldn't hide it from those viewing him from behind. Had he not been in the ceremony, he would be lounged somewhere, relishing that rather vigorous activity. As it was, he had a job to do and that meant he had to be ready. When he was sure he was done stretching, he stood back upright and nodded to the owl standing just next to him, then leaned forward once more. This time, he reached out to the altar for support, tail hoisted high. That revealed everything of his 'undercarriage'.

The audience was treated to a clear, unobstructed view of the rather pronounced pucker of his anus, tucked neatly between the cheeks of his rump, as well as the smooth, swollen, glistening petals of his womanhood just above the pendulous and lively swell of his occupied sac. A few gasps came from the crowd, specifically from those who had no idea that Segremores was more than just male, he was intersex, just like the other three in the group. That meant it was something they all shared in common, which helped in the bedroom quite a bit. Often they had a good-natured laugh about 'achieving gender equality' before the evening moved on to intimacy, usually engaging in something that would be impossible--or at least exceedingly difficult--where they not so equipped.

With the large fellow in position, it was time to get to the 'main event'. Smokey and Shayna moved to stand just behind Segremores. Agro took up a spot on the other side of the blue drake from the angelic lady. The two flanking the dragon then began to gently coax the azure fellow into leaning back into their interlaced arms. Smokey did just as he was encouraged to, resulting in being lifted up off the ground. Once there was enough support that he felt comfortable proceeding, the now suspended dragon lifted his legs, aiming his paws for the waiting labia of the large, dad-like alligator. Agro and Shayna stepped forward carefully, closing the distance until the blue fellow's paws made contact with the intense warmth of the folds before him.

A sharp inhale came from the big gator. His whole body stiffened briefly but then relaxed again as he regained some composure. Any notion of hesitation the gesture might have suggested was quickly dashed when Segremores pushed back gently against the waiting paws. A thin film of the sticky, sweet moisture coating the eager nethers clung to Smokey's toes. He shivered gently as he reveled in the heat radiating from there. This was it. This was the moment all of this had been building to, and it could not go forward without him. Seg could just push back harder and slurp him up on his own, be the greedy beast he liked to be, but that would undermine the point of the ceremony. It needed to be the blue dragon who initiated; just another form of asking 'do you' and saying 'I do'.

The joining

Smokey flexed his calves to stretch out just a little farther, gently pressing his paws in against the tender, supple flesh eager to consume him. Granted, it was eager to consume anyone who might fall too close and land within its grasp. More than once had the 'black hole' joke been tossed about, and Seg tended to take it rather good naturedly. Now, no such humor seemed fitting. The blue dragon just pressed his paws into the inviting passage, easing them in almost to the heel. There came a soft groan from around in front of the gator as he arched his back and lifted his snout skyward. As if to mirror the blue dragon's interest, the swollen lips and the tunnel beyond squeezed around the intruding paws. The powerful flexing of muscle was a conscious act, an attempt by the ghostly fellow to pull on the smaller of the two.

A soft slurp drifted up from the glistening vulva as it moved past Smokey's heels and ankles, quickly drawing in the dragon's calves. The moisture that had coated his toes had quickly spread over his paws and up his legs, lubricating his already smooth hide and making his entry that much easier. Steadily, the hungry muscles rippled and dragged, pulling the steadily widening guest that much deeper. In but only precious few moments, Smokey's knees were submerged and his breath was coming in quicker, shorter breaths. He wasn't afraid, but he was certainly anxious. Seg's own breath had remained deep and slow after that initial groan. He was working his hardest to remain calm. Much as he might want to let greed take over and just hungrily stuff the dragon in, he had made a promise to stick to the plan the ceremony called for.

The flesh surrounding the drake showed no signs of strain and the gator made no complaint of difficulty or pain. It was impossible to see from such an angle, but his arousal had only gotten stronger. The pulsing, throbbing length bobbed away under him as it grew almost painfully stiff while it gently oozed and drooled. Had this been a less formal affair, Agro likely would have moved around in front to take care of their partner. They so enjoyed helping the gator make a rather large mess. And there was going to be one hell of a mess today, especially when the quivering folds reached that domed, tattooed tummy Smokey possessed. Gracious it was tempting the owl terribly.

Each contraction drew the blue dragon that much deeper, bringing his thighs into the heated depths. Already Smokey could feel the thick, rubbery walls of the alligator's womb brushing against his paws. He wiggled his toes and blindly felt around within for something, he didn't know what. It was purely an instinctual act. It did however create a few small, odd lumps in the otherwise nearly perfectly round gut the gator had spent so many years cultivating through careful application of diet and exercise. Services like those Shayna offered certainly helped. Swallowing someone whole was quite fattening after all. And now Smokey was to added to that waistline, though in a more intimate manner than simply being hungrily devoured.

One of Seg's paws moved to grope over the shifting lumps, struggling to keep himself from gasping. The movement had stolen away a few hints of that difficult breath, but he had come to expect it and was able to move on. It was simply part of the experience he had come to expect and relish. The moment the gator felt Smokey's bloated sac bump against his thighs, his eyes widened. This was where it was going to get interesting.

With Shayna and Agro steadfast in their aid, keeping the blue fellow propped up and in place, Smokey was able to focus his efforts on 'getting past the difficulties'. This was one of the concerns he had pushed down in his mind--his sac remaining so engorged that it would hamper the attempt to enter. Surely Seg would be up to the task of stretching around him, even in so heavily-bulging a state. The drake groped at his bloated scrotum, shivering and gritting his teeth as he tried to squeeze each exceedingly generous orb into the wet, slick, hungry tunnel gradually working up his thighs. So much of that necessary fondling made it almost torture, leading to an intense desire to satisfy himself. But that would have to wait.

It was frustrating work. Smokey's paws ended up soaked, as did his groin, which only made it more challenging. It didn't help that the sensitivity that permeated through the whole region kept him well and truly aroused. That was going to be another obstacle, but at least it would be easier to contend with. Time and time again, Smokey's grasp on his own loins slipped and all progress towards stuffing himself into the gator's lips ended up lost, forcing him to start over. It was like trying to pull on a pair of too-small pants, only slippery and intensely stimulating.

"Easy honey, don't get flustered," Shayna cooed into her husband's ear, "It will just give you more trouble and fluster you more. It's a feedback loop. Just take a breath, relax, and try again."

"Seg, honey, could you maybe do something? Smokey's having a little trouble." Agro said, calling up towards their mate.

The ghostly fellow nodded as he kept breathing deep and slow, working as best as possible to keep himself under control. He closed his eyes, let out a long, deep breath, and commanded his form to relax. It was a challenge thanks to all the commotion Smokey was causing between his legs, but he tried all the same. The tight grasp that held the blue dragon slowly pulsed its way to a looser, gentler hold. The half-lodged follow took a breath of his own and resumed his efforts, this time with a calmer, slower, more measured approach. He also leveraged the great swell of his tummy as a way to help corral the uncooperative bulges sloshing away against his paws. With firm, gentle, constant pressure, there came an audible SLURP as one of the blue drake's great orbs vanished into the gator's womanhood.

Seg gasped, opened his eyes wide, and fought to prevent himself from tensing up. It was impossible to keep it from happening altogether, but he managed to avoid a total lock-up, which meant Smokey could work on the other bloated testicle. When the gator had eased back down once more, the dragon repeated the previous act and with another lewd, wet 'swallow', it joined its twin in the intensely heated canal massaging powerfully around him. It was enough to make the blue fellow groan and cross his eyes. He was already beginning to ooze from the almost painfully rigid length mashing against his stomach. No doubt he would end up making a mess inside. Hopefully not too large of one. After all, the bigger he was before everything settled, the bigger he would be when he came back out. The other three had encouraged him to keep the added size. It would be an awful shame to disappoint them.

"Hurdle one, passed. Now for hurdle two," Agro said, "You okay up there, honey?"

Seg nodded, his eyes glazed over as he fought to focus.

"I'm... okay... ready for the next big hump." he replied.

His choice of words was terribly apt. With the blue drake's heavily inflated sac now completely contained within the ravenous petals, it meant the plump, gravid dome of Smokey's belly was next, and it was significantly larger. At least it wouldn't have a tendency to flop around and slip out of one's grasp. It was firm, taut, and fixed into place. The fox it contained would no doubt try to cause trouble. It was in Alex's nature to be naughty at the most inopportune times. But that would stop neither dragon nor alligator.

There had been a brief pause for both to catch their breath somewhat before continuing, but it was only a short break. To wait too long was to invite an involuntary continuation, and that tended to be a bit more expedient a method. There wasn't anything wrong with letting the gator's hungry, greedy body do all the work without his say so, but it tended to lead to an experience that was less for savoring and more for speed. Neither Seg nor Smokey intended to make this quick.

The gator's thick nethers made contact with the dragon's rump and shaft, giving Seg a chance to properly feel the other's pulsing rod as it ached away against such gloriously inviting flesh. That alone made the fellow leaning against the altar shiver, tempting him to let the building convulsion in his loins just 'gulp' the rotund drake in deep enough so that he could claim that twitching beast, just in case there were any potential eruptions near the surface. That way, it would be somewhat contained.

Smokey meanwhile was busy trying to find an angle he could position his tail at that would help to slip the flexible limb in with his legs. With a little bit of doing, his flat, soft spade managed to find enough stretch in the gator's yawning vulva to disappear in. From there, a gentle, constant push sank the dragon's tail in little by little until the base was swallowed up. That sudden settling of his lower half brought Smokey to breathe out a sigh of satisfaction. His paws roamed over his gravid middle, gazing down at it to appreciate the size, weight, and shape, to say nothing of his new tattoo and the crimson stone dangling from his protruding navel.

"Nearly there, sweetie. In just a little bit, it's gonna be like a nesting doll situation. Hope it's not too cramped for you." Smokey cooed to his belly.

There came no verbal answer, but a gentle kick from low under his tummy made him jerk and shudder. That was the 'yes' spot, or rather the spot where Alex kicked to offer some form of affirmative or positive response. It made Smokey moan every single time and long for the wicked 'child' to keep focusing there, but it signaled that the hidden vulpine was indeed prepared and eager. The dragon folded his wings in against his shoulders, wrapped his arms around his stomach, and waited for another moment when Seg was at his most relaxed. When he felt the grasp on him loosen as much as it would, he curled his legs up deep in the gator's womb. The action resulted in Smokey getting pulled in towards the stretching folds.

The two supporting the steadily disappearing dragon had moved back along his form, now holding him up just below the shoulders. All this time, they had not added any pressure to the effort. The whole idea was to let the 'happy couple' do all the work since it was all about them anyway. With so much of the blue fellow swallowed up, it had become the effort of two rather than just the one. Seg had been responsible for so much of their progress so far, it was only fair that Smokey join in. The growing swell of the gator's belly bulged and stretched, revealing where the blue dragon's paws and knees were under the big fellow's hide. It prompted one of Seg's paws to cup over one of the odd lumps and squeeze it gingerly. He was about to get so much bigger.

With the combined efforts to pull--both from Smokey curling his legs and Seg tugging with all the might he could muster from within his canal--progress could be seen. The puffy lips of the gator's folds gradually crept up along the underside of the dragon's gravid middle. Movement claimed the grey dome, nothing terribly outlandish, but enough that it was visible to anyone who could see the drake's belly. Seg could feel that motion and it made him grit his teeth. He had done rather well so far, but now, with so wide an object spreading him open, and feeling it come alive thanks to Alex's mischief, it was all the big gator could do to not just jerk the smaller fellow in. Moisture oozed liberally over the disappearing dragon's abdomen, turning the already smooth orb into a slick, well-lubricated dome that just might get swallowed up more easily.

A loud, lewd sucking sound came from between the gator's legs as he clenched, working on his soon-to-be occupant with the same steady rippling motion that had claimed so many others, including the blue fellow a time or two. After only a few moments, Seg could feel the shape of Smokey's navel ring--as well as the protruding nub of flesh that was his bellybutton--sliding near effortlessly into his grasp. It was indeed easier than trying to consume the two enormous orbs hanging from the dragon's groin, but to call it 'effortless' was merely a relative term. Seg panted as he dug his claws into the altar. He squeezed his eyes shut and flexed his legs, aching for release. He needed to do something. He was desperate. But any form of gratification would have to wait until he was finished.

As soon as the gator felt the drake's navel slip in, progress picked up quickly. The down-slope of the intruding belly did most of the work for both of them. It was as if Seg's loins had just suddenly, in that exact moment, become terribly greedy--which wasn't far from the truth. They were always greedy, it was just the laws of physics were aiding in the process. It was akin to using vacuum suction to pull a hardboiled egg through a bottleneck. It only lacked the satisfying noise that usually accompanied such a demonstration.

Smokey slipped in faster and faster, concerning him that he might just vanish in the next few seconds without much in the way of reverence for the ceremony. He felt the powerful nethers wrap around his chest meaning he had little in the way of resistance anymore. His arms were already pinned to his sides, so there wasn't anything he could do to assist the gator, like attempt to slow his pace, but he didn't really need to. With the greatest hurdle past, and Seg's own gut now significantly larger, progress slowed down once more.

Agro released their hold on the blue fellow, stepping back lest they get pulled in as well. Shayna lingered a bit longer, leaning down to give her husband a long, slow, passionate kiss. She didn't seem to care about the danger of being taken along for the ride. She was going to relish this last moment she might get with Smokey.

"See you in about nine months." she cooed to him once the kiss was broken.

"Don't do anything too fun without me." Smokey replied.

"Oh now you know I can't make that promise." Shayna said with a knowing grin.

There had been far too much going on down below; sensations ripping through the gator, his belly bloated and heavy, his tunnel stretched to absurd degrees, and the doubly-hidden fox now really ramping up his squirms. Seg couldn't take it much more. He lost his grip on himself and clenched instinctively. The act brought the blue dragon's shoulders in quickly, then his neck. Soon, Smokey's head was sliding out of sight. After but only a few seconds, his muzzle was all that protruded from the gator's folds. Shayna leaned in for one more quick kiss, which she stole successfully, but only to see it transition from showing affection for her husband to pleasuring the gator that had consumed him. She saw no reason to pull away just yet, so she pressed her tongue forward to sample his gluttonous petals.

A loud groan filled the air as Seg felt his passenger slip deeper, settling comfortably into his womb. The weight shifted until it was resting right where it should, pressing down on his hips, hanging under him in one grand, sagging orb, giving his tattoos a visible stretch. A splash of nectar gushed across Shayna's lips. It wasn't a terribly large climax, but then Seg hadn't been properly stimulated for a full, properly-intense orgasm. It was a smaller, longer, smoldering experience that left him trembling and his tongue dangling from his muzzle. The audience had gotten enough of a glimpse of the blue dragon that they had seen the last of him disappear from sight into the gator, prompting a round of applause and a few cheers. As the gator composed himself, stood up, and turned around with the speed of a battleship trying to course-correct, the applause and cheers grew louder. Clearly they were terribly pleased with the size of gut he now carried.

Seg himself wasn't paying attention to them. Instead, he was singularly focused on his larger, rotund belly. He could feel the life under his thick skin, especially when Smokey turned himself about to get into a 'heads up' position. The gator smiled fondly, his face terribly flushed from the exertion, and his breath still a bit ragged. His fingers danced over the bloated surface, drawn to the blue stone dangling from his navel as if it represented the dragon. That was the point of it, after all.

"How's that feel, honey? Good?" Agro asked, stepping in close to wrap an arm around the gator from behind and run a palm over the gently moving dome.

"It feels wonderful. Got him right where he belongs," Seg replied, leaning over to kiss the owl on the cheek, "Thank you for letting me do this. Hell, for actually holding the ceremony."

"What can I say? I love how my husband looks when he's huge like this, especially if it's because he's pregnant. A big man-mom like you is too good a sight to not enjoy." Agro replied.

"I would have to agree," Shayna added as she stepped in to offer her own affection for the gator's vast middle, "And you'd better get used to me doting on you while he's in there."

"Oh no! A beautiful, affectionate, hyper-pregnant angel-dragon sex worker is going to spend all her time lavishing my belly with attention! Whatever shall I do?" Seg asked in a sarcastic tone, prompting a chuckle from Agro.

The dragoness reached down to the navel piercing, giving it a gentle tug to get the alligator's attention. It certainly did, making him jerk and inhale sharply. It didn't hurt. Rather it felt quite nice. It was however a rather powerful and instantaneous shock to the system. Suddenly the big gator felt a bit like a bull being led around by a ring in the nose.

"I'd think you would do whatever I say. That's my husband you've got in there and I don't take kindly to people taking my toys away from me." the dragoness said in a mock-angry tone.

"Well which is it? Husband or toy?" the gator asked.

"I should think of all people, you would know all too well that one's domestic partner can very easily double as a toy and vice-versa." Shayna replied, gesturing over towards the owl with her chin.

"Hey..." Agro complained.

"Tell me I'm wrong," she replied, "And it goes both ways. He's your toy-friend, isn't he?"

That prompted an eye-roll from the owl.

"Okay, now... putting aside how much I absolutely intend to use the term 'toy-friend' in the future, let's get something straight." the avian said, but didn't get any further before getting cut off.

"Ugh, do we have to get something straight? It's so much more fun if it's not." Seg said, trying to break up the fake fight with a bit of wordplay.

It worked well enough, making both Shayna and Agro snicker.

"Alright, alright... we'll keep things as un-straight as we can. Now, we should probably go ahead and finish out the ceremony, get this one to fall asleep and shrink down." the owl said.

"You just wanna get dirty here in public. Any excuse for exhibitionism." the alligator shot back.

"I mean... you're not wrong," Agro confessed, "But it was your idea to have it go down this way."

"Ugh... go down... c'mon. That one's too easy." Shayna interrupted the pair, taking her turn to get things back on track.

"Alright, alright, no more puns or innuendo. Let's get to actually baking this little bun in the oven." Seg said, rubbing his tummy.

The consummation

The gator leaned forward, legs spread wide, tail hoisted and flopping over to one side. It gave the audience an interesting view of his tummy as it sagged down under him. Agro meanwhile slipped around behind him. Fingers caressed over the impressive rear facing back towards the owl. A couple of good squeezes made the gator jerk and shudder softly. It was always fun teasing the big fellow. Since they had a crowd to entertain, Agro didn't waste much time with foreplay. They simply lined themselves up and slowly eased their way into the folds that had just eaten a whole dragon. Watching it happen had been quite the enticing sight, and Agro's length had made its interest loud and clear. It wanted to see some use. It was a good thing they had planned on this exact turn of events.

A soft, appreciative coo rolled out of the gator as he felt that familiar spire sink into him. It wasn't the first time his owl had bent him over like this, and likely it wouldn't be the last. Shayna stepped back to watch, no matter how badly she wanted to slip around front and make the big, alabaster beast treat her to a lovely round of oral fun. That could come sometime later. They had a job to focus on.

The great dome housing the hidden dragon wobbled and shifted gently as its occupant fought to find a comfortable posture. The swell of Smokey's own middle--to say nothing of his 'enhanced' size between his legs--tended to make that tricky once stuffed somewhere so dark and confined. The movement only served to moisten the gator's petals more. If Seg could get away with it, he would leave the blue drake to squirm for days, weeks, even months on end. Maybe even longer if being so greedy wouldn't land him in hot water with his passenger's wife. The whole affair had left the great beast feeling particularly needy. Instead of waiting for Agro to mash their hips against his, Seg just pushed back against the owl, slamming the impressive intruder in where the azure dragon had vanished.

The warmth of the flesh that had made short work of the blue drake wrapped itself around the avian's length, welcoming it as it had so many times before. Seg let his jaws hang agape as he drank in the glorious contact. He could feel his partner's generous abdomen pressing against the small of his back, forcing him to keep leaning forward. It was one of the benefits of having a partner who always looked like they were pregnant. That great belly worked beautifully as a means to control whoever the owl decided to mount. Seg had quite a bit of experience doing exactly that to others as well, but when his lover took command like they were presently, he just sighed and hissed in delight.

A steady, wet slapping came from between the two as owl and gator rutted. It was less a loving act and more an animalistic compulsion to breed. There was a 'little baby blue' that needed to be sealed away, and both parents were eager to get there. Tenderness could come later. They had a show to put on, and they were excellent performers. It certainly didn't hurt that both were sporting a rather sizable boost in mass between their legs, courtesy of the night before. Shayna had made sure they were both loaded for bear. Two massive scrotums swayed back and forth, bashing into one another again and again with every mighty thrust.

Grunts and moans filtered over to the audience, who had hoped their various recording devices would be able to pick up the sounds as well as the visual. There had been discussion of possibly hiring a professional filming crew for the event, but it was decided to be unnecessary. If they wanted to relive the magic, the group could just repeat the process whenever they wanted. And there was a very real sense of magic about the moment. It was coiling and flowing about, weaving its way between the alligator and his passenger, slowly stitching itself into a powerful spell that folded in on itself like a lump of bread dough. It was taking shape, slowly assembling itself into the desired configuration. Both Smokey and Seg were behind it, with a little help from Agro and Shayna of course. They would be linked soon enough, as was the purpose of all of this.

A mighty contraction squeezed the impressive spire lodged in the gator's loins. A copious splash of honey soaked the owl's groin and thighs. A hearty groan forced itself out of Segremores' throat as his tail arched upward. His body began to tremble as the first of what no doubt would be a series of climaxes washed up over him. His bloated, wriggling sac suddenly clenched up around its occupant. A loud, lewd gurgle sounded and the lumps in the gator's scrotum suddenly softened right before everyone's eyes. The hidden participant was rapidly turned to more sticky cream that unfortunately wouldn't find its way into a waiting belly this particular time. Seg bellowed as his shaft bucked and painted the front of the altar and the ground in a heavy coating of seed. He curled his toes and flexed his arms as he felt the magic within him pulling tighter and tighter, almost ready.

Shayna gasped quietly as she watched, not for fear of her lone remaining 'employee' that had yet to return, but because in that moment, they caused her already generously gravid tummy to surge outward. The only one yet to land back in her belly had done just that in exactly that moment. The dragoness composed herself quickly, exhaled, leaned forward softly, and cupped her paws against her suddenly larger stomach. It had been a rather sudden arrival, and though she had tried to prepare herself for it, the moment had come with an unexpected abruptness. While Agro and Seg were busy making a terrible mess all on their own, the angelic dragoness found herself contributing to the stickiness just a little bit. A few gentle spurts of her own spunk splattered down across the ground to join the large puddle the alligator had already made. A few generous trickles of nectar oozed down her inner thighs. She adored those sudden arrivals.

The owl was focused rather intently on the job at hand. They had not noticed Seg's orgasm, nor Shayna's sudden expansion. All they had noticed was the tightening of the grasp they were busy making use of. Those supple, glistening lips happily devoured their rod over and over again with every hump, right up until Agro threw their head back and screeched. While it was difficult to match Seg's copious nature, the avian certainly wasn't that far off. A torrent of seed flowed into the gator's belly, making him swell even more than he already was. That triggered the next great wave of pleasure, this one crashing into Seg with greater force.

A new bellow shook the ground and prompted a few whistles and cheers from the crowd. The magic woven so neatly and intricately between gator and dragon cinched tight, then as if it were a rubber band being snapped, it bit down hard on both. Something pinched against the blue drake's navel, seeming to make accommodation for the piercing found there, and the two were connected. The umbilical cord had joined them. A sudden wave of fatigue began rising up around Smokey. His eyes grew heavier with every passing breath until he gave in. Within seconds, he was asleep, no longer feeling the rising pool of owl spunk that was soaking into him.

Outside, the gator's belly continued to swell before everyone's eyes. Agro had quite a load to unleash and it was going to take longer than just a few generous spurts. But then a curious thing happened. The great alabaster dome covered in black ink stopped growing and instead started to shrink. Seg huffed and moaned as he felt yet another wave bash into him, threatening to send him to the ground. He lifted a paw from the altar and groped at his shrinking tummy. It was working exactly as expected. The blue dragon was being regressed, made younger and smaller, turned into the gator's actual unborn child. The fox he carried went through a similar process, practically vanishing only to return when the azure fellow was once again 'of proper age'.

Eventually, the owl's dammed up lake finished pouring into their lover's belly. The convulsions of orgasm settled and both bird and reptile heaved their own sighs of relief. It had been done. The ritual was complete. It had been such a marvelous idea to treat an adoption as though it were a wedding. Whoever had come up with the notion initially deserved more than a firm handshake. No doubt they were constantly being asked to officiate at various ceremonies.

Slowly, Agro pulled free of the gator's petals and stepped back. There came a few generous glugs of thick, sticky white pouring from Seg's folds, but that quickly came to an end as soon as he clenched up tight. It was a reflex action by now. The big, pregnant alligator stood himself up and ran both paws over his gravid tummy, smiling down at it as he worked to catch his breath. At the owl's direction, he was made to turn around and face the crowd, showing off his great, motherly--or perhaps fatherly--belly. Shayna quickly moved to one side to help support him as he stumbled from the exertion.

"Distinguished guests," Agro announced, "I am pleased to declare Segremores and Smokescale to be father and son!"

The audience was out of their seats immediately--cheering, clapping, and whistling with unbridled joy. Seg huffed softly as he watched so many of all their friends respond so happily. A gentle kick bumped outward under one of his palms, returning his attention to his belly. He chuckled and gave the dome a tender squeeze.

"Took long enough to catch you. Maybe I just won't let you go." the gator mused.

"Then you better get used to the idea of carrying twins because I'm not going to let you get away with stealing my husband from me." Shayna said teasingly.

"You make that sound like it would be a bad thing." Seg replied with a toothy grin.

"A big, fat, extremely pregnant gator for a husband... I have a feeling I'll never not be sore again." Agro added, laughing as they gave the rotund fellow's belly a pat.

The nesting

The main attraction had finally come to its close. The very thing everyone had come so very far to witness had been accomplished. Segremores was still acclimating to the size and weight he had acquired, leaving him slightly breathless. He could feel the little blue dragon shifting softly about under his hide, making him want to squeeze his legs together. They still had the reception to host, so he wouldn't get much in the way of relief right away, but that was fine.

"I'd like to thank you all so much for wanting to come and witness this wonderful event," the alligator said loudly to the watching crowd, "If you're hungry or thirsty, make sure you stick around. We've got plenty to eat and drink at the reception!"

What should have been a rousing cheer was instead a mild applause, followed by a few curious whispers shared by the on-lookers. It puzzled the gator, but he didn't think much of it. Maybe they were all just tired of shouting and cheering? The heavy-middled fellow was about to turn back towards the owl and dragoness who had assisted. He intended to request a collection of decorative strings of beads and ribbons meant to festoon his bigger, wider waistline. It was to be the final touch to the whole arrangement. He never got far enough. As Seg started to move, he froze, feeling something was off. The world seemed slightly bigger. People seemed taller. His gut seemed to have gotten a bit bigger as well.

Segremores knew this sensation. He had felt it several times before. It was the result of taking a special kind of pills Agro had procured some time ago. The 'medication'--called 'Reductoid'--was meant to make the usually taller alligator a bit more of a manageable size. No doubt that was what had puzzled the audience. They had watched him shrink right before their eyes. Soon, he would be roughly as tall as the owl who had somehow managed to slip him the substance, if that was indeed where he was intended to stop. He couldn't figure out when it had happened, but he knew what the result was intended for.

"Look, it's finally taken effect." whispered one of the two voices behind the gator.

"Right on time, too," whispered the other, "Quick, get up here. We'll only get one chance at this."

Oh that sneaky bird was up to something. Seg had a pretty good idea of what it was, and they had pressed Shayna into service to help make it happen. They had begun speaking behind his back while he was in the process of shrinking, then came the sound of them shuffling about. One of the co-conspirators was climbing up on top of the altar while the other began working to lift them and put their plan into action. Shayna grunted as she hoisted Agro up, helping them to maintain a very specific position--leaned back, facing forward, legs spread wide, knees bent. With another grunt, the dragoness hoisted the owl even higher, leaning back to help keep them balanced as she walked them both towards the alligator.

It was unmistakable what was planned. Agro kept their legs parted wide and reached down past their round tummy to lift their more masculine features out of the way. What lay beneath was now plainly visible, and a good deal more plump and swollen than it usually was. Clearly they had taken the other set of pills they commonly used for this exact practice. It made what was to come next just that much easier. Really, only Seg would be able to tell out of the whole group since he was so intimately familiar with those folds. He had mere seconds to process what was happening, but that was enough.

The audience gasped in shock as they watched. It wasn't that they were disgusted or appalled, but rather just very surprised. They were getting a 'two-fer' of a show, a double-header as it were, this time with the alligator beginning to vanish into their feathered partner's well lubricated petals just as the blue dragon had vanished into the alligator. The process was a bit more aggressive, since Shayna had lofted Agro overhead, making the whole thing far less casual. In a matter of seconds, a powerful warmth shoved its way down over the alligator's head. Moisture seeped down generously over the trapped fellow's form as the owl cried out from the sudden spreading. They had expected it, but it was still somewhat intense.

Shayna waddled her way forward, taking it relatively slow given her own marvelous burden. She moved in behind the trapped gator and slowly descending avian, careful not to get too close. This time it was less she was worried about getting caught and pulled in as well and more a matter of balance and posture. With all three of them round of middle, she didn't want to accidentally bump the gator over and knock him down. That might result in all three tumbling to the ground and that would not do.

In spite of the limitations, the dragoness helped keep Agro upright as best she could given her placement and the size of her tummy. All that really did was tilt the owl backwards a bit more, providing the audience a rather interesting view of that which lay between their legs. With Agro hoisting everything up out of the way, it was now terribly plain for all to see as a very voluptuous set of lips slowly easing their way downward. Those folds, visibly disproportionally engorged for the owl's size, gradually swallowed up the alabaster reptile. It was quite a sight to behold.

Until Shayna had lifted Agro up, no one really had much of an idea of just how well endowed the owl was. There was some clue as to their natural size the night before, but the waters had been muddied thanks to the 'festivities', at least with respect to their masculine side. With everything that had been stored now sloshing around in the gator's belly, Agro's previously gurgling, sagging sac had shrunk back down to a more manageable size. As for the feminine side, really only Seg knew that they were currently 'enhanced'. In such a state, Agro could probably have taken the alligator at his full height. The greater degree of elasticity and size their vulva now possessed made that possible. But then the idea was to still be mobile after the fact, and it would be terribly difficult to get Seg to take the necessary pills once he was packed away. Thus, the plan had been hatched, and intended to be a surprise.

A goodly number of the on-lookers suddenly felt somewhat inadequate as they stared at so generous an example of womanhood. A few felt like they might be up to the task to filling such a crevice, though it was currently occupied. Whether or not anyone would get a chance was something of a mystery that wouldn't get solved until the reception. And that wouldn't happen until Agro was finished. The swelling owl gasped and clenched, pulling Segremores' shoulders into the hot, humid depths of their cavernous passage. The puffy, slick walls closed in quickly around the new intruder, eager to consume, all while dripping mightily around the rotund gator.

The dragoness behind the pair held fast to the wriggling owl, keeping them from falling. She had to lean forward quite a bit to reach, throwing her slightly off balance. It created a sort of pyramid between the three, which in very short order would only be two. Agro's greed was getting the better of them. They wanted their husband put away where he belonged. They clenched and cried out as the gator's broad chest sank in, stretching the bird's vulva that much further, right up until Agro was practically sitting on Seg's pregnant belly.

The pristine white dome the feathered one had been so fond of was already growing, stretching and bulging to house the alligator being fed into it. The ravenous folds were not to be stopped there, continuing their progress undaunted. Agro was made to yawn open wider still, shivering and panting as they could begin to feel the gentle stirrings of the hidden 'baby blue' within that great gravid dome sliding into them. Their own abdomen swelled to a near absurd degree, putting them very near Shayna's almost comical size.

"Almost... there!" Agro grunted out.

The dragoness behind them was tempted to help push them down over the steadily disappearing alligator, but she knew the owl had the matter well handled.

"You got this, just don't forget to breathe!" Shayna encouraged.

Breathing was indeed important, and Agro went about the matter with practiced effort. They huffed and puffed, making a number of rapid pants, then one long inhale and exhale. It was similar to the techniques taught in child-birthing classes. Slowly, loudly, and very wetly, the owl twisted back and forth, pulling with all their might until they reached the widest point of the alligator's belly. A cry of orgasmic elation made the audience squirm, many of them suddenly wanting to resume their lewd activities in the face of another 'adoption'. Agro bucked their hips as their length spasmed, creating a very sticky mess all down the underside of their steadily swelling stomach. Shayna would help clean that up later.

With the greatest hurdle finally passed, the feathered one quickly slid down the remainder of Seg's gut, making quite the outrageous noise. It was akin to a large suction cup suddenly but slowly losing its seal, or trying to pull one's leg free from sinking deep into mud. Agro landed on the alligator's hips and the base of his tail, huffing powerfully as they didn't bother to wait to continue. They just continued downward, almost as if they were falling down very slowly. A throbbing mast and a still exceedingly generously swollen scrotum passed at the same time as a pair of thick, powerful thighs. They had to be that strong in order to hold up the weight the gator was often laden with. Knees followed, then calves, all devoured readily by the naughty bird's hungry folds.

Soon, Agro was sitting on the ground, writhing as they felt their husband's paws slide up into them, forced into their womb by the unyielding muscular forces that had dragged the rest of the gator in. They gasped for breath as they sat in an enormous puddle of their own release, groping at their wobbling, wiggling belly. It was all Agro could do to keep from screaming then and there. Shayna had an idea to help keep them from ending up hoarse, but she wasn't entirely sure the owl would appreciate suddenly having a dripping, throbbing rod shoved down their throat while they were trying to catch their breath. Smokey never seemed to mind that much, but then Agro wasn't her partner.

"And... that's... that!" the owl panted out.

"I have to say, I'm impressed. For someone who doesn't have any obvious augmentation to fit someone that size in them, you handled it like a champ!" Shayna said gleefully.

"Yeah... I've... had a bit... of practice..." Agro said between gasps.

The angelic dragoness helped hoist the owl up off the ground, and once they were both standing, she turned back to the crowd who was cheering and applauding all over again, though not all of them were. Those who didn't join in the act were otherwise occupied with their own debauched fun, which only made the two last standing participants from the ceremony grin and chuckle.

"Alright folks, let's move on over to the reception! Our happy little family is all packed into one belly and they could use a bit of a breather!" Shayna announced.

The reception sounded like a fine idea. The crowd moved along as requested, migrating over to an area with tables, chairs, and a buffet that had just been set up. Shayna helped Agro along, still rather slow thanks to the weight of a still fairly large alligator--who was himself pretty gravid--making progress take a bit longer. The dragoness reached forward and ran a palm over the enormous orb the owl was toting along, curious as to what was going on in there.

The plan had worked well enough, but there was still something left to be done, something that only Agro could handle once they were ready to. The whole effort had taken quite a lot out of them and they were still trying to catch their breath. It was just a matter of patience. Their body would do what it was trained to do soon enough, with or without the voluntary command.

"We probably should have waited to move you until this was complete." Shayna said.

Agro waved off the comment casually.

"It'll be fine... just need to... catch my breath," the exceptionally pregnant bird said, "Once I do... I'll be able... to finish this up."

"I hope that's all that's going on. I've never used this method of yours before. I don't know if those pills are interfering." the dragoness replied.

Before Agro could reply to reassure her, they shivered and arched their back. Their stomach rather suddenly began to shrink. The pace was slow enough that it didn't appear violent, but it was quick enough that anyone could watch it happen before their eyes. Just as the owl had predicted, they just needed a moment to gather themselves before regressing the hidden alligator.

Shayna continued to help walk the heavily burdened barn owl over to the table designated for what would be called 'the bridal party' had it been a wedding. Instead of a chair, Seg had requested a large pile of cushions, which seemed like a marvelous idea. Agro took advantage of the comfortable mound, as did Shayna, pressing in close to the avian's side. Little by little, the belly housing the gator, that housed the dragon that housed a fox, lost mass. Soon, it was a far more manageable size, though still terribly generous. Agro cooed softly as they let their palms roam over the great swell, gazing upon it lovingly.

"There we go, I think we've got ourselves a 'travel size' gator." the owl said.

Shayna chuckled and joined in on showering the nested belly with all manner of affection, gradually adding all the decorative strands of beads and ribbons that had been intended for Seg's tummy. There had to be some adjustments made since it all had been intended for a larger gut, but it all worked well enough. The motherly dome had been made to look somewhat regal, and Shayna had enjoyed the act of dressing Agro's tummy. She took special care to tease gently over the now protruding navel. It had popped out during Seg's great disappearing act, providing the perfect site for the last step.

The dragoness held up a piercing meant for the bird, this one possessing an agate that was a mix of red and blue. The smooth, opaque stone was a rather lovely representation of what was going on under Agro's feathers. The swirls of red and blue represented the azure drake and his occupant. The pearly-white bands that mingled with the two colors represented Segremores himself, and perhaps Agro as well. Their great tummy was a lovely, pristine white after all.

"Then there's only one thing left to do," the angelic lady said, "You ready?"

Agro nodded, moving their palms to the sides of their tummy, hoping to hold the gently wobbling dome relatively still.

"Whenever you're ready." they said.

With careful, practiced effort, Shayna attached the navel ring. It slipped into place without too much trouble, though the hidden alligator's restless motion did make it an interesting little challenge for a moment. The curious but beautiful stone rest comfortably against the great, warm swell, where it was made to dance thanks to Seg's turning and kicking. He would drift off soon enough, but until then, Agro was going to thoroughly enjoy his movement.

"Mmm, god do I love putting him in there." the gravid bird said.

"I'll bet. You know how much I enjoy my little troupe," Shayna said, giving her own exceptional middle a loving rub, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to copy me."

"Oh now I would never do that," Agro replied in mock offense before breaking out into a huge grin, "Good artists borrow. Great artists steal."

"Yeah, yeah, you just sit there and enjoy your tummy. I'm gonna get us something to eat. You've got a lotta mouths to feed in there," the dragoness said before lifting herself to her paws in one effortless motion, "And so do I."

Agro watched as the snowy-white lady waddled her way off to the buffet where she would no doubt put together an absolutely massive plate for the owl--and herself. Meanwhile, there was a freshly filled belly that needed rubbing, all while the same kind of magic that had permeated Seg's blue stone began to sink in. The agate was doing its job, but rather than bite down hard like had been experienced during the ceremony, this was more of a slow smolder and it left Agro writhing gently on their cushions.

If only that sensation could be maintained for the duration. It would be terribly distracting, but the owl was sure they could develop something of a resistance when they needed to concentrate on something. Food was enjoyed, drink was had--by those who could imbibe--and a few guests made spectacles of themselves by attempting to dance. Shayna permitted a few of her 'children' to slip out and entertain the crowd, only to return back to her womb where she deemed they belonged before the celebration came to an end.

The honeymoon suite welcomed both feathered guests back, though the room felt slightly emptier without Seg or Smokey to help take up space. Shayna and Agro moved to lay down on the bed and bump against one another, belly to belly. It was a lovely position that made them both giggle, largely because the two great domes made it a bit difficult to properly enjoy one another's touch, at least while they faced one another. Still, there was far more than enough for them to appreciate about one another. The two began to explore each other's forms, fondling here, squeezing there, and making sure to pay plenty of attention to the two motherly bumps they were enjoying.

In the short while it had been since the alligator had been put away and regressed, the owl had seen something of a subtle change to their form. Their hips had widened and their chest had swelled. There were even a few drops of milk leaking from their pert, plump nipples. Shayna provided assistance in cleaning what might become a bit of a mess by leaning in close and slowly dragging her tongue across the tender flesh. It brought a soft gasp from the avian, prompting Agro to arch their back and press into Shayna's affection.

"Ooo, don't you dare stop that." they said.

"No plans to. Just enjoy the ride." the dragoness replied.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much time for them both to fully enjoy such lovely distraction. After only a few moments of tender contact--the dragoness nursing gently from the owl--a loud, angry growl rose up between them. Agro and Shayna paused, stopping in the middle of their fun to look up at one another. They were about to ask what that was when the growl came again, making the feathered one clutch their stomach gently. They gazed down at the dome and grinned sheepishly as they realized what was going on.

"Oh... right... I'm eating for two now, aren't I?" Agro asked.

Shayna chuckled and shook her head, moving to slip up alongside the avian. There, she could run a paw over the great, gravid dome still shifting ever so gently under the soft plumage while also giving their cheek an affectionate nuzzle.

"No, you're not," the dragoness explained before stealing a chaste kiss, "You're eating for you, Seg, Smokey, and Alex. That's four mouths, not two. You must be absolutely famished!"

"Yeah, I didn't realize just how hungry I was until just now. It hit me like a bolt of lightning." Agro said, quietly astonished that they didn't realize any of this sooner.

"Well honey, you have been otherwise distracted. Let's get you fed," the angelic lady cooed, then froze in place and blushed as her own stomach let out a room-filling complaint of its own, "Let's get both of us fed, actually."

The owl chuckled and reached over to run their palm over Shayna's equally distended gut, rather pleased to have another exceedingly pregnant figure to dote on besides their own. The smooth white dome rippled gently under the touch, making the dragoness inhale in a soft yet sharp intake of breath. Hers was just as tender as Agro's apparently.

"So how do we go about this? You let out a couple of your 'kids' and we have ourselves an impromptu feast like last night?" the owl asked.

Shayna shook her head, trying her hardest to resist pressing into the palm gliding over her stomach. Oh how badly she wanted to just indulge right then and there. Honestly, she wanted to bend Agro over and fill them up just as they had done with Seg once Smokey was sealed away. She could actually summon forth a couple of volunteers, even have them gorge themselves on a couple of other volunteers first to make them even more 'satisfying'. But she was running low on steam. It took a not insignificant amount of effort to 'catch' and restore her 'kids'. She was hoping to take the night off so to speak.

"As fun as that might be, I think it would be a bit less tiring if we just ordered room service. It might take a little longer, and it won't be anything that wriggles on the way down, but we can just go nuts and order one of everything on the menu." the dragoness replied with a huge grin.

"Okay, we can order one of everything... but then what are you going to eat?" Agro asked, grinning right back.

The joke went over well enough. Room service was summoned forth, requesting essentially two of everything--they hadn't actually been joking about that apparently--and resumed their fondling and squeezing while they waited. The bed was going to end up a sticky mess even before their food arrived, prompting them to take their playtime to the bathroom.

The shower wasn't a traditional concept. Instead of walls of glass or tile, there was only one surface, and that was where the showerhead and controls were installed. The rest was open air out over the water. A selection of eco-friendly soaps, shampoos, conditioners, and other grooming and hygiene products for all manner of creatures stood at the ready to help any guest get clean. The lack of privacy meant anyone could watch anyone else while they bathed. No one ever complained. That was part of the allure of the place after all.

The kitchen had taken quite a while to get everything prepared and delivered, which was of course entirely understandable given the order. They were feeding two outrageously pregnant guests after all. There were an absurd number of mouths to feed, and the staff intended to make sure no one went hungry. When Shayna and Agro finally finished up showering--having made themselves terribly messy in the process which meant it took longer to get clean--they both wrapped themselves up a pair of fluffy, pale-blue robes. They were clearly meant for someone not nearly so gravid, leaving their stomachs fully exposed, along with their chests.

The pair returned to the bedroom to find the first course of their feast laid out and ready for them. They dove in immediately and without any sense of ceremony. Agro and Shayna settled back on top of the bed as they began to eat. The dragoness reached over and collected a small remote resting on the nightstand, flipping on the television so they could enjoy a little entertainment while they ate.

"Now the question becomes do we watch something good, or something awful?" Shayna asked.

"Something awful!" Agro replied in giddy glee, "Seg will probably be mad that I didn't include him in a bad movie night, but that's just too bad! He should have thought of that before letting himself get stuck in my gut!"

"Yeah, that's pretty poor foresight on his part." Shayna replied, flipping over to a particular network where they were certain to find something truly awful.

The network in question had built a reputation for that particular type of content, which made them wildly popular. It was inexpensive material to purchase the rights for, and people were more than happy to pay to watch--and usually roast--all those terrible films.

"Honestly, I would not have guessed this is how the night would have gone when I woke up this morning." Agro said, settling in comfortably against Shayna as they ate and took in the terrible entertainment.

"Your plan went off without a hitch. I wasn't sure slipping Seg his 'medicine' last night would be the way to go about this, but you timed everything just about perfectly." the dragoness said.

"Yeah, the time-release version is incredibly reliable from the looks of things. And I'm happy to see it didn't have any trouble shrinking him down even with Smokey already tucked away." the owl replied.

It wasn't the first time Agro had slipped their husband into their womb like they had. They always made use of 'Reductoid' in order to help regress the alligator so he would be more the part of Agro's 'child' while hidden away. Of course, Agro would make sure he would grow back to full size before birthing him once again. Making him big just before letting him out only made the whole experience more fun. Shayna had been entirely on board when the owl confided in her a desire to steal the gator away after Smokey was adopted. The plan involved slipping Seg the appropriate pills the night before and wait until they took effect, which as it happened did exactly that at just the right moment in the ceremony. They couldn't have planned it any better.

"I might have to invest in that company. They make a quality product." Shayna said.

"Yeah, Seg and I have been using them for a pretty long while. He takes a few, he gets small, I shove him in, he gets smaller, and I get to enjoy him for a nice, long while." Agro replied, running a palm across their heavy middle.

"About that," the dragoness said, "How long do you usually keep him?"

"Depending on what's happening, it can range anywhere from a couple of weeks to a full nine months. I try to go as long as I can with him but sometimes, things happen and we have to split back up to take care of life." the owl answered.

"Ahh, I see. I can't blame you for trying to go for length. It's terribly wonderful," Shayna said, "But since he's got Smokey... do you think that will change anything?"

The avian shook their head and leaned in towards the angelic lady, offering her a tender, slow kiss, "Doesn't make a bit of difference to me. I wanna keep Seg for as long as I can manage. I hope you don't mind if I elect to go the full term."

Shayna returned the kiss affectionately, holding it for a few moments before pulling back and letting out a dreamy little sigh.

"So, I don't get to see Smokey again for nine months at least. You let Seg out at the end of the term, then he lets Smokey out? Or does he try to keep my husband for his own full term?" the dragoness asked.

"I don't know. You'd have to ask Seg. But I can probably guess what he'll say. He'll probably be just as greedy as you and me and want Smokey all to himself for the nine months he had originally planned." Agro answered.

"Then he better be prepared to take Smokey's place as a temporary replacement spouse... or make room for another passenger. I don't know how long I can go without my husband," Shayna said, her muzzle stretching into a grin, "Smokey makes for an excellent cock-sleeve."

Agro laughed and reached out to grope at Shayna's tummy, slipping upward to give her plump chest an appreciative fondling.

"Well if it's a cock-sleeve you need, there are alternatives." they said.

"Oh, are you volunteering?" Shayna asked playfully.

"Eat your dinner and watch the movie, you horny thing." Agro replied.

"I'm not hearing a no..." Shayna said.

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