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The sign was a bit scandalous even for him. Spikey had one look at that chalkboard standing outside the bustling bar, and he couldn't help but find himself intrigued. It couldn't possibly have been as good as it sounded. Yet just looking at those salacious words scrawled in pink and blue was doing something to the snowcat. He felt a tingle beneath his tail, reaching down to his taint, to his balls, as if some unknown desire was awoken simply by reading those four simple words. Spikey was male of course, but when he was so wide-hipped and decadently voluptuous, it hardly mattered. His belly felt warm. There was something radiating through him, some sort of deep, primal need that kept his whole body heated, his cheeks especially. All he knew for certain was one thing - he needed to get in there.

Stepping through the entrance, he found himself instantly hit by a wall of sexy scents that confirmed he'd certainly read the sign correctly. A wafting perfume of mixed aromas, from the richly masculine to the sweetly feminine flooded his senses, leaving him licking his lips, sniffing the air, swishing his poofy tail. He'd hoped there would be eyes on him as soon as he entered, but it seemed like everyone was busy. Spikey had to admit his jaw dropped a little. It was one thing to walk into an orgy, but the sight before him was a feast of depravity, of creatures giving in to their deepest instincts, writhing and grinding together in a sea of bodies. Everything from groping, grinding, to outright fucking right there on the dance floor, it was a vigorous, pounding, sweating display of utter depravity. He was stunned to the point he simply had to revel in it for a while, trying to process everything he was seeing all at once. But that was pretty much impossible.

As for how he was supposed to behave, he really had no idea. His thick cock started firming up in his pants, pressing against the fabric, bulging out and pulling them tighter. He huffed, blowing out some steaming hot air, tasting the concentrated sex floating about through the air. Then it was time to start scanning. There were plenty of delicious studs already deeply engaged in their choice of breeding partner. He wondered how many impregnations he was actively witnessing as balls slapped against butts, or thighs, fat cocks plunging into fertile pussies, or pounding juicy rumps until bellies stretched and sloshed with fresh cum. The dance floor was busy enough, but a glance over at the bar revealed a tasty selection of eligible breeders. All he had to do was find one who made eyes back at him when he glanced their way. The growing bulge in his pants told them exactly what they were dealing with.

There were a few good options. He laid eyes on a handsome stallion, a big gruff-looking bear, but oh, he knew exactly who he needed as soon as he saw him. That dragon hadn't even bothered to wear anything below the waist, sitting bottomless just to let off the pent-up pressure. Spikey scanned over the bulk of that heavy-set reptile, taking in the sheen of those blue scales. He ran his eyes along the shape of that hefty gut, but of course his eyes were mostly fixated on that fat sack hanging free between his thighs. Those glistening nuts hung low, shining with a layer of light sweat. They flexed and pumped upwards with all the tension running through the big reptile's body, his cock twitching as it rested half-firm there atop that ample set. He wasn't even fully hard, apparently still not satisfied with the many fertile options swishing their tails around the crowded bar. Until he saw Spikey.

Even for all the activity swirling and thumping around them, they saw only each other. Spikey curled his lips into a sly little smile, and the dragon, he just went ahead and grinned broadly, his teeth interlocking into an impressive grin. Between his size and those sharp fangs of his, Spikey might have found him intimidating, but the glint in his eyes told him everything he needed to know. The snowcat scanned the scales of his breeder-to-be, and he saw the dragon's gaze working over him in return, inspecting him so closely he could practically feel it. And that obvious bulge certainly wasn't making that big reptile grin any less. A swish of Spikey's tail was like a question, and the dragon just nodded a few times in response. It was time to make his approach.

There were a few looming suitors pressing in as Spikey crossed the dance floor. His thick booty got a few gropes too, but he didn't look back to see who'd touched him. He only had eyes for that scaly stud. The big guy gave a pleased sigh as soon as he got close, holding out his hand.

"Hey kitty. The name's Bruce."

His voice was surprisingly soft, to the point Spikey barely heard him over the pumping music and the roar of moans combining with each other. A slow sway of that raised, fluffy tail and Spikey was happy to introduce himself right back.

"Hi stud. I'm Spikey. It looks like you've got a need."

"Mmhmm."

"Do you mind?" The cat reached a hand out.

"I don't mind at all."

Spikey was partly surprised that he was the first one to do the groping, but he couldn't help himself. The sight of those wobbling balls simply called to him. He planted his palms on each of them, simply taking in the heft, the incredible weight. The heavy clenches told him that they must have been positively aching, the needy trembling to the surface as Bruce's sack churned up another load. It was enough to bring the purrs from the bottom-heavy feline, making him swing his hips side to side as if by instinct.

"How long have you been waiting in here, looking for the perfect someone?" Spikey teased.

"Not too long." Bruce snorted through his nostrils, every muscle in his body going tense as if he could barely stand the pressure in his nuts. "But it's been a few days. Just teasing, touching, edging ... letting it all build up, for the perfect fat-assed cutie. And I mean that in the best of ways."

"Think you could do it?" Spikey winked up at the dragon, hefting up his nuts then letting them go just to watch them bounce and slosh. "You know. Breed. With a boy like me."

Despite his modest, even shy demeanour on first meeting the cat, hearing that little tease of a question brought the dominantly draconic side out of the dragon. He puffed out his chest, sticking out his gut in the process, and gave Spikey a rumbly growl as he wrapped his sturdy arms around the feline. A deep squeeze had Bruce sinking his fingers deeply into the padded cheeks of Spikey's butt, groping so firmly it made him reflexively tense in response. Then up he went, taking handfuls of the snowcat's squishy form. A good pinch of those love handles made Spikey lightly giggle, and then he was just deeply purring while Bruce admired his soft belly. It tickled a little to have those fingers squishing deeply into that padding with a soft growl of satisfaction.

"I know I can. Just look at you. You're shaped like the perfect breeder. Just as girly as the cutest girls in here." Then he leaned even closer, flooding Spikey's senses with the warm of his breath pouring over his face. "I'd love to make you swell up nice and tight."

That was enough to bring an extended rowl out of the leopard. He bit his lip, raised his tail high, and wiggled just to feel a little more comfortable in those pants of his. By then his dick was almost perfectly outlined beneath the fabric, straining to get free. And Bruce's wasn't nearly so dormant anymore either. It stood up, pulsing, filling, and getting even thicker as it swelled out to its full, imposing girth. A nice broad vein ran up the side, swelling every time the dragon's cock throbbed. And it was steadily pumping, pulsing, taut and dripping just from the arousal that came with pressing his fingers deep into the pillowy plush of the soft and silky snow leopard. It was time for Bruce to sink his fingers into the kitty's pants, tugging them, toying with them, before finally helping to unzip Spikey and let his own shaft spill free and thump up against the underside of his gut.

"Mmmm. You're big, girly cat. Pretty sure I'm bigger, though."

They settled that with some grinding. Spikey took just a brief moment to glance around to make sure nobody was going to stop them. He didn't mind if they watched. Then it was a matter of rubbing smoothly against each other's shafts. Bruce spread his legs and let the cat tuck between his thighs, their guts smishing together while they humped and jousted. Soon they were making each other's dicks slick with the precum leaking from their tips, the scent of masculine lust spiced with just a bit of feminine. Spikey could still feel that certain something. It was that tingling warmth, that quivering in his belly that made him feel so needy, so utterly poundable, and possibly even breedable. Just how potent were those big fat dragon nuts, anyway? He was just going to have to find out for himself.

Dipping down between Bruce's legs, Spikey let himself swim in the inviting musk of the breeder-dragon, sniffing his way down that dripping dick, working down until his muzzle was snugly between those plump balls. The snowcat bent his ass right over while he sucked down the scent of Bruce's lust, using his cheek fur as a cloth to wipe away the beads of sweat clinging to those scales. Then he took a lick, dragging the rough, tingling texture of his tongue along that sack until those balls jiggled up and down. Bruce slowly closed his legs around Spikey's head, holding onto him, keeping him smothered there a while while he tended to and worshipped his partner. That spotty tail slowly swished back and forth while he worked, taking in the taste of dragon until he could feel the intoxication flooding over him. He might have stayed there longer if not for the sudden tug to his tail he felt, one so firm it lifted him right up to the tips of toes.

"Mmmng. I can get blowjobs another time. I came here to knock up a curvy cutie, and I want you, Spikey," came those thunderous words.

Another harsh tug made the snowcat mewl, tiny little cat noises spilling from his lips as the dragon yanked him to his feet. Spikey was a little wobbly on his feet, especially with the scent of dragon nuts still deep in his nose and mind, but he didn't need to balance for long. A firm shove had him staggering, and then the dragon stood up tall. He towered over the soft cat, pushing him up against the bar. Another yank, and Bruce got the cat's pants down around his ankles, tugging down his girly little undergarments, exposing that thick ass. He gave a smack, leaving those fluffy cheeks to wobble, making the cat yowl out like a snow leopardess. Then Spikey was pinned. He felt those palms pressing to his shoulders, holding him down and weighing on him with his gut squishing on his back. Another grope down Spikey's curves, up and down, and then he seized him by the hips to get in position. A solid smack of dragon dick to round snowcat ass made Spikey jiggle.

"Mine mine, all mine," Bruce growled, leaning down to nibble at one of Spikey's ears. "I'm going to claim this fine ass and pump you full of dragon spunk until I can hear you sloshing."

His cock trailed precum along that silky fur as he humped and rubbed, slowly finding his spot beneath Spikey's lifted tail, squeezing hard on the snowcat's hips while he pressed smoothly between those cheeks. His nibbles progressed to something more like biting, though thankfully he found the place where Spikey hardly felt it, locking his sharp teeth around the scruff on the back of the cat's neck and tugging. It didn't hurt, but it invoked a certain instinctual reaction. If Spikey felt like squirming, he just couldn't bring himself to do it anymore, rendered placid and compliant by that mating bite. Bruce knew how to handle a cat, and that meant slipping his well-lubed cock up along Spikey's taint, grinding until he found his target snug between those cheeks, glossing up that taut rim with a few strokes and slides before starting to press inside.

"Nnh! That's it, just relax and let me take you, kitten ..." he seemed to almost snarl. "I'm going to fuck your pretty ass bare and I'm not going to stop until I'm absolutely certain I got you pregnant. You're gonna be my sweet little breeder bitch and have a little hybrid for me. Or maybe a whole clutch of them."

Spikey's response was a gentle mewl at first, melting into a sharper, slightly screeched sound as the dragon slipped snugly into his butt. He felt every single ridge, every vein bulging there inside his ring, stuffing him and stretching him until he could feel that dick bulging in his belly. It was hardly visible beneath all the padding, but that didn't mean it was any less impressive. His gut wobbled with the weight of those thrusts pumping inch after inch inside him, his senses flooded by the dragon's scent, and those consistent, thunderous roars. Purr as he did, he could hardly compare to the rumbles Bruce was putting out. His whole body shook as the big dragon started rutting him, starting using him for pleasure, seizing control of the snowcat's squishy body and making him jiggle in all the most delightful ways. Spikey was smothered beneath all that scaly weight and strength, pinned, and perfectly helpless in the way he never realized he'd been badly craving right up until that moment.

"Nnnnh ... fuck me you big stud ..." he managed to breathe out, mostly drowned out by all the noise the dragon was making. Bruce still heard.

"I'm not going to stop until I'm done," the dragon snarled good-naturedly. "Don't worry, cutie. I'll make sure you get everything you need."

Once the dominant dragon sank balls-deep in that plump snowcat ass, thumping his sack up against those cheeks, making them wobble, he halted for just a moment to catch his breath. That meant puffing a long, hot wave of air over the back of Spikey's neck, practically breathing fire over him, leaving him sweltering and soaking beneath that big beast. That was all the rest Spikey was going to get. One smooth pull back and then a deep, thudding lunge made for a hard, spanking SMACK against the snowcat's booty, shaking him, rattling him, leaving his own cock bouncing up against his belly while he got rutted. The heavy dose of precum leaking from Bruce's dick meant his steady plaps were well-lubricated, slickly sliding back and forth with a wet noise that sound became a sucking, a heavy schlurping that echoed out even over the music and the moans that surrounded them. It all faded away to Spikey by then. He thought only of that thick, driving spire plunging in and out beneath his lifted tail.

A tug to that fluffy handle made Spikey yelp a bit, but he couldn't complain. He clenched hard, but that couldn't stop that forceful pounding slamming up against his cheeks. They clapped him hard, numbing him with that steady impact, all that draconic power plowing into him faster, harder, wetter, leaving a trail of choices running down the snowcat's smooth taint, dripping from his balls, splashing and spurting out with every lusty stroke. Bruce clutched him close, pulling him up from the bar and squishing his gut to the cat's back, holding tight as if he was worried someone might try to take his squishy spotty fucktoy away before he was done. His claws combed through the cat's fur, pressing through his bunched top, piercing the fabric, scratching his skin, but he was never too aggressive. Just enough.

The stream of pre spurting into his backside was awakening that certain something Spikey had been feeling already. That potent mess was already juicy enough. Thick and hot, carrying the dragon's scent to mark him on the inside and claim him with every sloppy thrust. It kept those tingles going, making his tail twitch, his hole tighten around the heavy dragon dick wedged deep inside him, only milking out even more mess. He had to wonder. His body was feeling warm, that surging feeling travelling right down his legs and making him wiggle his toes. Maybe he was already knocked up, already bred by those early shots. But he couldn't be certain. He was pretty sure he'd when that heavyset breederstud's seed truly took. Maybe it was possible. Maybe it wasn't. But the way he was getting rutted right there in the middle of the bar, surrounded by all that sexual energy, all that prowess, pinned down and spanked again and again with a pair of fat, low-hanging balls was the perfect opportunity to override some of those supposed biological impossibilities.

"Yes, yessss, harder, stud ... make me your bitch ..." Spikey whimpered, having to lick his lips to keep from drooling on himself.

"Careful what you wish for, pretty kitty," Bruce warned.

He seemed to almost roar as he reared back and threw his body into the soft cat beneath him, displaying all that dragon strength as he fucked the sense right out of the curvy feline. Spanking, slamming, ramming forward to drive every single inch deep was a matter of breaking the snowcat a little more with every hammering blow. He gasped, groaned, and simply yelled, losing his voice as he shrieked in utter delight, showing his teeth in a silent snarl, gnashing, yowling, and simply screaming until he couldn't make any more noise. His throat was hoarse, and his head was spinning. The dragon fucked him like a pretty girl, pounding his butt until he felt himself starting to clench harder, starting to tighten up and contract, massaging all the details of the big beast's dick and helping Bruce to spurt even more pre inside of him. That constant prostate massage kept him dribbling a long, thick string of precum from his own cock, shaft tightening and bulging as his balls pulled up. Just the feeling of that dragon dick pumping back and forth beneath his tail was enough to drive him to the brink of orgasm, leaving him squirming and clinging to the edge of the bar, every heavy thud against his asscheeks another step towards total ecstasy.

"Ah, B-Bruce!" Spikey cried out, closing his eyes tight just to let the other sensations overtake him.

For a brief moment, he wondered if it was okay to cum all over the place. They certainly weren't going to be able to stop him if so. He lost himself in pleasure, milking, squeezing, clamping down on the dragon's dick while he fired off and spurted in heavy ropes, streaming down the bar before him, pouring out, pumped again and again as his body flexed and convulsed. He wasn't in control any more. Orgasm seized him, leaving him trembling, his knees buckling as he shot as hard as he could, bouncing that booty back against the dragon to make his rapid thrusts all the more impactful. They were faster, shorter, plowing into him while Bruce grunted and gnashed his teeth, finally tossing his head back as he buried himself all the way inside. Spikey kept shooting his load, thinly misting it out while his legs twitched with every spark of pleasure running through him, feeling the dragon's shaft pulsing, swelling, bulging outwards with the excess of potent, virile spunk travelling through it. His body was warm and ready, tingling with a deep, hollow anticipation that absolutely needed filling. He had no doubt he was about to get bred.

"Unnngh, yeah! That's good, Spikey," came the dragon's roar, his palm coming down hard on one of those soft cheeks as he blew his rich load right up inside the snowcat's ass.

The heat was so intense it made Spikey blush. His belly warmed with the cream pumping into him, starting to stretch him, swell him, travelling all the way to his belly as it shot, gushed, exploded upwards. More than just orgasm, he felt that fiery ecstasy of a need fulfilled. He didn't know how it worked, but he knew why. The dragon was simply so potent that he was impregnating the big soft cat with every spurt. It sloshed within Spikey's belly, shooting up until he swore he could taste it, deeply imbuing him with the dragon's essence while they mated. It just kept coming. The growing, taut weight in Spikey's overfilled belly served as a hint of what was to come, leaving him subdued and dormant, completely satisfied as that seed sunk deep into his body, absorbed and becoming part of him the longer it lingered deep within his rear. It poured out around Bruce's cock, raining down his balls and Spikey's alike, cascading to the floor in great fat gobs that loudly splashed against the surface until it became a thick, steaming puddle.

The afterglow hit Spikey so hard he nearly collapsed. His eyes rolled back for a moment, his mouth hanging open, his tongue flopping down to the surface of the bar, catching a faint taste of alcohol lingering there as he shamelessly drooled and groaned. Sometimes he even giggled a little. That satisfied sensation spreading through him lightly tickled. His ears were flat, his tail twitching but flopped down, and he was entirely the dragon's to hold and fill as the last of that impressive orgasm trickled to a close between the snowcat's cheeks. Bruce snorted steam, grunted, and gave just one more driving buck forward, squeezing a cry out of the feline before yanking him around to sit in his lap a while. He didn't pull out. Spikey's body was like a ragdoll, flopping about in Bruce's grasp, easily manipulated into a nice, snuggly position while he purred his way through the orgasm that lingered in his veins. There was at least enough energy within him to press against the dragon's body and get comfortable, snuggling and rumbling away while the big scaly beast stroked and admired his swollen belly.

"Mmmm ... I think you're pretty bred now, snowy. But I know I can do better."

"Hmmf ...?" Spikey spoke as if being awakened from a dream.

"Cumming in that cute butt feels so good. I couldn't possibly stop at just one." For emphasis, Bruce gave a jolt of his hips, stirring around that creamy mess inside the cat, making him slosh as his belly jostled up and down. Then he leaned in close, making sure to speak right into one of Spikey's ears. "Besides. We want to be sure, don't we? I want to get your cushy butt pregnant."

"Rrrrr ..."

There wasn't much more for Spikey to say. He closed his eyes and let that dragon bounce him. As much as he would have loved to ride that dick, he found himself too worn out to do much at all. Bruce didn't need him to participate. He could do just fine all on his own, grabbing hold of the cat's hips, using them for handles to pull him up and down on his cock. That meant making that spotty ass jiggle while he spanked it down into his lap, rutting, bouncing, jabbing upwards as he fucked that cum-stuffed kitty. Cum squirted out around his dick as he worked, slowly at first, letting Spikey slowly recover from that orgasm, but his patience didn't last too long. He needed more. All of it. A steady thumping pace came soon enough, letting the cat plunge down into Bruce's lap, wobbling bottom to top, making him gasp out every time he came plunging onto those scaly thighs, constantly spanked as the excess jizz poured out onto the dragon's lap.

With fingers digging deep into the pudge of Spikey's curves, Bruce turned the soft snowcat into a toy. A bottom-heavy feline like him wasn't exactly easy to heft around, but it seemed effortless on the dragon's part. He showed off his strength, his virility as he lifted that fine ass up and brought it down on his dick, splitting those cheeks again and again as Spikey just did his best to go along for the ride. His body was still so tingly, all oversensitive after cumming his brains out like that. He found himself wondering if he could possibly go again. Even a feline like him had to have a limit to his stamina. He didn't usually pour out a whole bucket's worth of jizz when he came, or he wouldn't have been so tender, so numb. Yet the steady massage of dragon dick along his sensitive boy button, buried deep in his juicy butt, rubbed on over and over. Bruce knew exactly how to pleasure a girly kitty.

While he got wetly lap-fucked, cum splashing out over the dragon's thighs, his eyes slowly rolling back and then just closing, Spikey couldn't help but notice the other sensations flooding his body. It was like a constant outpouring of endorphins, of his mind and instincts alike screaming 'yes!' to him, telling him this was exactly what he needed and rewarding him for it. He was probably already pregnant, but it was good to make absolutely certain. There was no holding back, no doubting, no hesitating. He was getting bred, tonight, and there was no other option. The needy thought in his head made him whimper, tossing his head back to rest on Bruce's shoulder while he finally found the energy to assist in pounding himself down on that fat cock. Throwing his weight into downwards lunging made him spank his ass down hard, the steady plapping of swollen dragon nuts and the heavy schlurk of a thick shaft plunging into a cum-drenched hole combining to make their fuck session quite possibly the loudest one in the whole bar. The mewling and rowling coming out of Spikey only added to that.

He finally couldn't hold it back anymore. His voice came back to him just in time for him to babble out something desperately slutty, not caring what Bruce thought, or who might overhear him while he practically screamed in need.

"Nnnnn, put a baby in me, Bruce ... knock me up ... breed me ... make me pregnant! Turn me into your little butt-breeder-boy ... your personal snow leopardess to swell and carry your young to term ... give me that perfect seed and claim me ..."

At that point he was just listing off everything he could think of that might sound sexy. It felt good to say, as if the words themselves were helping to bring him to orgasm. But that was mostly thanks to Bruce's cock, fitting perfectly in his depths, stimulating his every nerve every time the dragon pumped his hips upwards. Spikey couldn't even bounce anymore. He just kicked his legs while he got wrapped up in a pair of big, scaly arms, feeling those muscles holding him precisely in place so he could ascend right along with Bruce. The dragon wasn't so much fucking him as absolutely annihilating him, rising from that stool so he could just sweep his hands beneath the snowcat's thighs, stretching those spotty legs up and hammering at ruthless speed. He moved his weighty body with such speed, Spikey could hardly feel each thrust anymore. It all blended together in a hazy cloud of pleasure, leaving him moaning, gasping, and outright squealing as the dragon growled, even roared right in his ears, leaving them ringing as his whole body swelled up with the ecstasy surging between the two of them. He was pretty sure they hit their climaxes at the exact same moment.

He heard the dragon cumming inside him, that schlop of jizz stuffing him once again, making him swell and stretch, bigger and bigger, feeling as if he might float away for how full he was getting. All he could do was whimper and squirt all over his expanding belly as it spilled out into his lap, sagging with the sloshing weight packed beneath his creamy fur. Bruce unloaded everything he had, finally relieving the pressure built up in those aching nuts, steaming up the snowcat's fur as he spunked him full to brimming. It was pouring out around his dick before he was done, every shot gushing back, raining down his thighs and squishing between his toes. He didn't pay any mind to the mess he was making. It was all about cumming in that cat, rutting that butt full of dragon seed until Spikey couldn't possibly hold anymore. His every nerve lit up with delight, that tingling feeling persisting, making his belly feel warm and ever so satisfied. Much better than just orgasm, he rested easy in Bruce's grasp knowing he'd finally taken care of that burning need inside him.

Swimming in satisfaction as he was, there was very little doubt in his mind that he was pregnant. There was hardly any other explanation. His cheeks got even hotter thinking about the implications of it. Bruce left his dick stuffed between those cheeks for a while, but he was finally getting soft. Enough to slowly flop out of Spikey's ass with a heavy schlorp, splattering their surroundings in fresh dragon cream. Some of it hosed out of that well-fucked hole, but the rest stayed locked up tight in the snowcat's wobbly belly. He looked like he was ready to pop, like he was already coming to the end of his pregnancy, but of course he knew it was only just getting started. The dragon gave him a lick on the cheek, then an affectionate nibble just to make sure Spikey knew he approved, then set him down. Spikey's legs weren't exactly functioning, but he managed to stagger over to the cum-soaked bar and steady himself, sighing as he dripped upon the floor. Cum still ran from beneath his tail, leaving him dangerously close to wiping out as his paws slipped in the accumulated mess. He cast one more look to the big dragon, and got a nod. Their courtship was done. This wasn't about finding a mate, a partner - it was about doing the deed. And all that remained for Spikey in the months to come was to swell as his body served as vessel for the dragon's young.

Heading home with a smile on his face and the dragon's musk clinging to his fur, Spikey grabbed himself some refreshments and promptly passed out on his own couch. That was a recurring theme after a session like that. He rested, recovered, and waited for the changes in his body, waking up every morning with a heightened sense of anticipation that something would be different. After a few weeks, he knew. There was no need to take a pregnancy test or anything like that. The constant glowing feeling told him enough. His belly eventually went back to normal after that cum-bloating, once he'd absorbed it all, but his relative leanness wasn't going to last for long. The weeks wore on and he already found himself swelling. It seemed awfully early for that, rounding out after a mere month, but he could already feel it. A squishing grope of his gut revealed the weight there, the growing offspring the dragon had put inside him. Just how big was a dragon's young anyway? Spikey was just going to have to wait and see, his body growing softer, thicker, squishier with every passing day. His appetite got out of control, too. Soon he was eating just like a dragon, devouring copious amounts of everything he could get his paws on, and that only further contributed to how much he was growing and bloating with his advancing pregnancy.

Admiring himself in the mirror somewhere around halfway through his pregnancy, he knew he liked what he saw. Starting up at his cheeks, he found he could squish them nicely with his palms. He'd definitely put on some weight around the face, with a bit of a double chin and a softer neck. His chest was getting chubby too, rounding out until he pretty much had a pair of tits all his own. That went along with his perky and sensitive his nips were getting. Whenever they brushed against anything, he gave a little flinch, even a yelp. Curious, he reached down to give them a good squeeze, finding the stimulation almost unbearable. Sure enough, he was leaking some kitty milk, lactating at the thought of the mother he was going to be. The light cream trickled down onto his rounded belly, stretched out like he'd swallowed a watermelon. Or two. It jutted out in front of him, making it difficult to get his hands around it, but just cradling and rubbing it made him purr.

Of course, he had to swish around and get a good look at his fattened ass too. If anything he just looked even more breedable than ever. His rump had rounded out to a perfect heart shape, cheeks heavier and more shapely than he began. And that was saying something. He swore his tail was getting thicker too, or maybe just more fluffy. His whole body was like that. He'd been silky to start with, but going through pregnancy made his fur even lusher, softer, and more absolutely strokable than ever. People couldn't keep their hands off him. They just had to touch the plumped up snowcat, wherever they went, admiring his heft, his curves, and that presence that was positively full of life. Quite literally, in his case. He could feel them in there, sometimes moving around, sometimes kicking a bit. It was a lot to handle, especially when he was trying to sleep. And they were only going to get bigger.

As he neared the end, he was a ravenous blimp of a cat, fattened to the point he barely wanted to move, round and soft and thick all over. He ate to keep his body fed, those fully-formed half-dragons inside of him almost ready to be born, any day now. Spikey wasn't too worried. His body had already accommodated the dragon's seed so well, flooding him in good sensations with almost every waking moment. He was sure it'd find a way to handle it all. All he had to do was bask in the feeling of being enormously pregnant, sagging the bed beneath his weight, purring some as he watched his belly wobble with the movement of the hybrids swelling it out. Not one, not two, but three of them. That well-hung dragon had given him triplets just by the sheer potency of his seed. And Spikey was going to be a father. Mother. Whatever it was, he felt good, glowing right up to the end, knowing he was forever changed by that impulsive fuck with the great, scaly stud. Maybe he'd never lose all the weight he'd put on in the process of carrying Bruce's young, perpetually swollen up like a spotty berry, juicy and squeezable, radiating warmth and fertility with those hips, those thighs, and that huge, perfect ass. Something told him that night wasn't going to be the first time he got knocked up. He was going to miss the feeling of being pregnant when it was all over.