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"Night Mogbutt." Tris headed up the stairs towards his bedroom.

"I'm gonna go explore outside for a bit, k'po." The pink moogle's voice returned.

"Well, don't get into too much trouble." The black labrador responded, just in time to hear the kitchen door slam shut. He shrugged. It wasn't like his friend could get in too much trouble, considering where they both were. Tris closed his bedroom door and pulled back the big heavy covers. While it was never chilly in the cabin, it was never too warm to not enjoy the weight of so many comforters either.

As such, moments after settling in with his head on the pillow, he sank into the Warmth of the Forest in peaceful slumber.

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He was not expecting to feel himself jostle lightly, rousing his mind while still within the Warmth. He felt fabric slide along his belly, a button-down shirt being undone by very familiar paws. Very little of the rest of his body was within his senses. 'Wha... Forest...?'

"Oh good... was hoping to have you awake for this, Trissie." The wolf said cheerily, giving his soft white-furred belly a squeeze with both hands that the pup felt all over.

Tris recognized this as well. Rarely he'd emerge from the other side of the Warmth from the woodland cabin he spent so much time within to the corporeal realm.

As some part of his host his physical body had contributed to.

'For what?' He tried to keep his fluster out of his words, a futile gesture all things considered.

Forest stroked down his stomach, smoothing out the fur there. "I'm picking up an early birthday present." He traced the small black diamond that surrounded his navel with a claw. "Here, let me show you."

As the wolf spoke, Tristan was granted access to his sight, seeing out of his host's emerald green eyes and through his glasses. Internally, the dog's soul squeaked.

The wolf was standing in a large, well- lit cavern of slick limestone. It was clearly rigged up to modern standards of technology, considering the very large flatscreen bolted to a particularly flat area of wall and the large computer tower connected to it. Cables from the PC headed to a comically large mechanical keyboard. And laying sprawled out next to the space bar, resting on a mound of silver coins, was a pair of very large black claws, connected to forelegs with smooth skin like a gecko's.

The claws, of course, belonged to a sleeping dragon, the reason for the exceptionally large keyboard in the first place, as well as the modern amenities in a large cave. Contrasting the black claws and forelegs, most of what could be seen of his sleeping body was covered in a glossy white hide, the top of his head, wings and tail all white, while the underside of each was the same black as his underbelly. It was as if he had flown through a stream of falling white paint, then grew his mane and horns afterward.

The majority of the beast was bundled into a furrow of the rest of his silver hoard, though his wings were draped over either side of the mound. The long neck of the drake was supported with some kind of silver chez-lounge designed for this very purpose, keeping his head elevated in a padded seat.

'How did you find this?' Tris asked quietly, watching Forest's eyes dance from one end of the large body to the other, a bit over fifty feet nose-to-tailtip. He couldn't help but notice the way that the wolf's gaze trailed the curve of the drake's hip where it rested amongst the precious metal.

"You must have wiggled your rump in your sleep, Trissie." Forest giggled, feeling how much that just turned up the soul in his wobble's flustration. "Your mind is an open book to me, remember? I know what you really are."

Tristan would have swallowed nervously if he had a mouth or throat at the moment. 'And what am I?' Some part of him knew he was just setting up for a teasing rejoinder, but honestly, he loved what Forest said when he was being teasy.

"My birthday present." The wolf hummed innocently, but he was drooling. "It's time you properly moved in, Trissie." He carefully stepped up onto the hoard, causing coins to shift like he was stepping up a sand dune.

The not quite really a dog felt a distant shifting beneath his body, having an idea of what it was. 'But there's no way...' Tris was having trouble wrapping his head around what Forest meant to do. 'Eating all that dragon at once.'

Forest stopped at the apex of the hoard on one side of the sleeping beast, next to where the wing draped across. He groped his belly gently while looking along the sleeping form again. "Well, I'd say that's about as much meat as the burrow of bunnies I downed last Easter..." He growled, and his stomach beneath the flustered patch of pudge returned in kind.

That rendered Tris speechless for a while, along with the sensation of the wolf's fingers on him. Not groping the paunch he was bound to this time, however.

The wolf had his hands on that wing, carefully lifting the bony wing-arm. Forest licked his lips, "Oh good, you do feel that..." He sing-songed as with unexpected strength he raised the limb into the air and let gravity bring it folding in on itself. Ducking under the prodruding claw at the wrist joint, he tucked the membranous limb against the dragon's side.

Forest hummed to himself and his captive audience, wagging his tail light-heartedly as he hopped to the other side of the sleeping dragon's body over his back. He scooted down the mound of coins until he was directly against the beast's flank and reached down. Grunting as if he was merely lifting a large box or a dumbbell, he rolled the giant creature onto his side, pinning the folded wing beneath. "There we go, now for your other wing..." He said cheerily.

A thought danced across the mind of the soul continuing to watch. 'What are you doing..?'

"Oh Trissie..." The wolf slid down the hoard on the other side, walking over to the extended wing-tip. He lifted it and began to climb up the mound of silver items towards the main body of the dragon once more. "Ever since I told you why I was here your mind has been all but broadcasting the best, most comfortable position for your body to be in while getting eaten. Adorable."

Tris would have clenched his eyes shut and covered his face if he had any control over his body. Instead, his mind was awash with flustered feelings as he took in his host's view and the distant sensation of the dragon wing folding up.

Forest finished folding the second wing down to the dragon's side, looking over his handiwork. He looked up towards the sleeping creature's claws and head. His gaze trailed up to the keyboard, then along the cables to the computer tower. He hummed a bit to himself as he slid down the side of the hoard again, this time walking over to the PC. He used a single finger to turn on the power, then stood upright and walked over to the large keyboard, eyes darting between it and the giant monitor on the cavern wall as it showed the BIOS of the computer booting up.

'Wait, what are you doing now?' The trapped spirit asked, confused by this sudden change of focus.

"Oh, you'll see." Giggling, the wolf stepped onto the flat spot between the space bar and the directional keys, looking up at the monitor. When the lockscreen came up, some Tumblr artist's interpretation of the sleeping dragon but with a hoard of dumb meme references instead of treasure, Forest tapped the space bar with one foot. The field to enter the password appeared, the background fading.

Crossing his wrists casually above the base of his tail, the wolf deftly leapt up onto the letter keys, humming casually with a bright smile on his face as he danced out the correct sequence and finished balanced on one foot on the enter key. The computer unlocked, revealing the desktop.

'H-how'd you do that?' Tris asked, astonished.

"Told you, Trissie." Forest casually walked along the keyboard to bring up the menu, then started to navigate through them with fancy footwork. "Your mind's an open book when you think things so loudly. It's like you want me to know~"

It was at this point that Tris realized what program that the wolf was accessing. The cave's security cameras. Through Forest's eyes he saw the wolf casually checking that the cameras pointed towards the hoard were turned on before continuing to hands-free set them all up to record.

With a foot on the down arrow, the wolf scrolled through each camera feed until he found one mounted just above the monitor, the closest to a mirror.

For the first time since being granted sight, Tris was able to see all of the wolf. He was a tall, fit lupine, with white fur on the underside of his jaw that continued down to the waistband of his jeans. His fluffy chest fur jutted out of the part in his opened black button-down shirt, nearly obscuring his collar and its medallion from view. The only major deposit of fat on his body appeared to be the plump belly that the dog was tied to and a bit of a curve to his hips and thighs.

"I want you to be able to watch this." Forest tapped the enter key to confirm recording through that viewpoint.

All Tris could manage was a weak, flustered whine as it all fell into place in his mind. If he had control of his body, he most certainly would have been squirming.

"After all, I don't trust myself to keep my eyes open with how good you taste..." Forest brought his hands back in front of himself to stroke and squeeze the patch of adipose he was addressing. The wolf then turned, stepping off the keyboard, and strode his way around the hoard.

Up on the monitor, Forest disappeared from sight for a few moments, before he appeared just above the sleeping dragon's back, standing at the tip of his long tail. With both hands he hooked just behind the spade and lifted the tip up to his chest level, eyes tracing along the bicolor hide.

Tristan could distantly feel the touch on the dragon's spade, but no matter what he did, the sleeping beast stayed limp and unconscious. He couldn't quite form words, though the thoughts at the surface of his mind were as clear as ever.

Forest kissed the underside of the spade softly. "Are you ready to move in properly, Trissie?" His voice was soft, none of the teasing, greedy growls snuck in for this simple question.

The turbulence of the trapped soul's mind faded. After a few moments, he replied. 'Yes... Please take all of me.' The internal voice finally reflected the body that was about to be consumed, larger and deeper than before.

"Even when you're a dragon, you're still a good puppy." Forest replied. In a moment his composure melted away and his jaws opened up, biceps flexing to heft the spade into his gullet in a single, greedy shove. He moaned indulgently, taking in the flavor. His tail began to wag behind him as he suckled for a few moments more. Then practiced muscles swallowed the large shape at the end of the dragon's last limb, forcing it with ease into his awaiting, growling stomach.

To his surprise, Tris could feel the spade distorting his form, the sheer size of the limb causing the pudge covering Forest's belly to get stretched and squished from behind. He let out an ethereal groan as the next swallow from above caused this feeling to grow more intense.

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Tsumi walked his way through the Forest, humming to himself idly as he enjoyed the serenity of nature. Though his friend Trissie had gone to sleep, it was still light enough for the moogle to make his way around. As usual, he was only wearing a pair of snug jean shorts that barely covered any of his thighs. Within the Forest, there was no need to dress for protection or warmth, after all. His pom suddenly glowed as he heard a shifting in the foliage.

Turning around, the mog beheld the trees shifting position. Some seemed to lean towards one another, then the earth beneath them began to swell, bringing the trunks back upright. The ground continued to push up from the normally quite flat forest floor, forming a domed mound and continuing on.

Tsumi watched in awe as the mound grew craggier and shifted in shape, more and more turning into a naturally shaped hillside.

Then all at once, everything stopped changing. The trees settled into place, the moss finished spreading along the upright surfaces of the new feature of the landscape, and the Forest was once again quiet.

Curious now, the moogle began to walk his way over, bare feet compressing the soft moss with every step.

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Forest's eyes had been closed for quite some time, in fact, his tongue well acquainted with the taste of dragon, but still unmistakably Trissie. There was only a foot of snout poking out past the wolf's lips, his white belly stretched massively outward. His tail was practically a blur, having not stopped wagging once in the whole process.

Tristan was overwhelmed with sensation. On one front, the feeling of being stretched over by so snug and warm a predator. On another, his pudgy physical form stretched out so intensely to coat the other source of his sensations, as well as the feeling of the hoard that had been cradling the first now cupped around the second.

The wolf reached both hands up, stroking the black and white snoot tenderly, before pressing inward with a low, eager growl. Forest swallowed powerfully and the last of the great slumbering beast passed his lips. His jaws finally returned to their proper shape as he swallowed, his throat contracting and driving the last of the draconic cranium to join the rest of the grand creature in being outlined in straining white fluff.

Forest gasped and moaned aloud as at last his throat was free. "Ohhh.... I told you I could get all of you in, Trissie." He nuzzled at his own belly, which was, in fact, the only thing in nuzzling range. He was high above the pile of silver coins and treasures, his whole body supported by the bundled-up form of the dragon contained squarely in his gut. "Time to put you in your new cave~"

In the back of the wolf's mind, he heard the low moans of his prey and his pudge, sharing the feeling of being just so utterly full. Trissie tried to squirm, to alleviate some of the tension, then let out a mental gasp of surprise.

The surface of the white bundle of belly shifted from the dragon inside shifting around weakly.

Perking up, Forest looked down over the mass of prey shifting beneath his hide. "Oooh, looks like getting wrapped around your body gave you some of your control back... too late to try to escape though." He growled playfully.

Flustered, the dragon trapped within the stomach began to press out with all four claws, only to find the stretched walls still all the well suited to clenching him back into a ball.

Growling with predatory bliss, the wolf pulled his arms from their slack positions atop his gut to press his paws into the squirmy mass. At the same time, he dug his toes in, stretching his gut that bit more to apply some downforce on the enormous meal he'd claimed. "Melt for me Trissie... you have as a puppy, and a skunk... ooogh and a deer..." Forest rocked his hips, shifting the whole stomach enough to cause another loud cascade of coins tumbling down either side of the hoard. "Now melt as your true self." He groaned; eyes rolled back in his skull as his stomach let out a loud, ominous rumble.

'As a dragon I'm far more durable than any of my other bodies you've eaten, wuffles...' The flustered soul tried to explain, before he was distracted by a powerful clenching sensation.

Forest shoved his arms down and stretched his legs, shoving his hips into the mass of his gut with a greedy rumble. The stomach growled back, clenching in and noticeably compressing the mass of dragon into a tighter ball. His horns even seemed to have softened to fit better into the shape of the gut.

Tristan couldn't hold in a soft moan at the familiar over-heated sensation of the wolf's digestive processes, shocked by how quickly they had gotten going.

Panting with bliss, Forest relaxed for a moment, nuzzling his belly. "You were saying, Trissie?" He pressed his brow against the fluff of his own belly and shoved with both hands again, pushing off with his feet to roll his hips down again.

Further details of the curled-up dragon smoothed away with a rather wet gurgle.

Trissie trembled and tried to move, barely able to move rather simplified limbs within the caldera. He could feel the shape of his overly stretched pudge form contracting and smoothing into more and more of a perfect orb beneath the eager, greedy grinding of the dragon within, and said body was losing its mental map of just where everything was. He could hardly tell if he was moving a wing or a foreleg, a hindleg or his tail. It was all just a shifting mass.

The wolf's tail beat about widely over his jeans as he continued to mush down his present. Forest's jaw hung open, tongue lolling out over his lower teeth as he felt a wet gluuuut with his next contraction. The first of the liquified dragon was starting to get greedily gobbled up by his intestines before the great beast was fully melted!

In the back of Forest's mind, Trissie's voice sounded very disoriented. 'I... I'm sinking back into your warmth, wuffles...'

Growling and licking his lips, Forest clenched down harder on his belly, feeling as though it was full of mostly firm ice cream now. "That's right... back where you belong." He huffed, unable to hold back a broad, wild grin. "Aaaaaall mine..."

A side effect of those greedy guts starting to drink up molten dragon was starting to make itself known on the wolf's body. Forest first realized it when he heard one of his seams on his jeans strain during a grinding roll into his belly. Glancing back over his shoulders, he saw that his hips and rump were straining the denim at the seams powerfully.

Trissie's mind sank back into pure Warmth as the last of the solid shapes in Forest's stomach fully glorshed into wet, squishy mush.

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Tsumi spotted a dark cave opening at the base of the new hill as he got closer. Curiously, the pink moogle changed his direction, pom still alight on its stalk. When he reached the entrance to the cavern, the natural light from outside only travelled a few feet inside.

The shorts clad mog took a moment to dance back and forth while his feet were still on the soft moss. Tsumi's pom glowed brighter, then released a floating light into the air. He held his hand out and guided the light ahead of him as stepped down onto smooth limestone and began into the cavern.

Small as the magical light he conjured was, it was bright enough to show something shiny and reflective at the bottom of the first cavern's basin. An indistinct shape was also there, blocking the shimmer.

Getting closer still, Tsumi found that parts of this shape were white, becoming clearer to his naked eye faster than others. It wasn't until the moogle had stepped to the level floor of the basin shape that he was able to put together what he was seeing. His pom flared as his eyes widened, a gasp escaping his lips.

The moogle took in the sight ahead of him, mind racing with possibilities, before one idea stuck. He beat his tiny wings excitedly and turned on a bare heel, starting back out of the cave.

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Forest panted heavily; tongue still lolled fully out of his mouth. The cavern was filled with a chorus of churns and glorps, all supported by the heavy glut glut glut of his intestines drinking eagerly at a draconic milkshake. Faster than ever the mass straining his enormous belly was shrinking, lowering the predator's body from its gluttonous cushion at a steady pace. The grey and white wolf groaned and clenched down with his stomach once again, pushing with all four paws.

As he did so, the observer, or one so inclined to watch the video he had set up to record, would notice that beneath his fluffy fur he was gaining mass on each limb, his sleeves and pantlegs growing tauter and tauter. A glimpse of his chest beneath his open shirt would show the floof there getting supported by more cushion. Even his cheeks flanking his parted jaws were getting rounder.

His digestive revelry was interrupted by his other pair of cheeks. With a sudden rip, the straining jeans summarily burst off his hips at the seams, exposing his visibly swelling rear to the cavern and most likely the recording camera.

Forest's eyes widened and pointed forward once more, jaws closing up until his lolling tongue was sticking out between his lips. Beneath the white fur on his roundening cheeks, his skin glowed with a blush visible through the fluff.

A yelp escaped his throat as his feet slipped off the back of his shrinking stomach. The wolf looked back over his shoulder and was greeted with the sight of his bare bottom half starting to sink into the mass of silver coins from the shins upward. Drawing in his tongue and biting one side of his lower lip, Forest dug his feet into the mass of precious metals and ground into his gut again.

As the sound of his guts getting fed all the liquid calories got louder for a few moments, the sleeves around his arms finally gave way as well. As the wolf looked back forward, his outstretched hands slipped off the front of his belly and he flopped forward a bit more.

Forest moaned and laid like that for a few more moments, lazily rolling his hips to grind his still shrinking belly into the mound of treasure. And then, a long low drawn out growl came from deep in his intestines.

Slowly, the wolf rolled over, revealing how much a whole dragon had impacted his figure. Thunder thighs rubbed together as he pressed himself to his side. Meaty, padded paws pushed against silver coins to try to help him get all the way on his back. The shape of his hefty torso formed a teardrop when combined with the might of his dragon-augmented hips, and every single place that could on his form now sported curves.

The pride of his body was his still sinfully large belly, not a drop of Tristan still sloshing about inside. Just an expanse of pillowy softness, emblazoned with a large black diamond framing the navel. Forest looked down at his belly and smiled brightly. A fat finger poked at the marking and began tracing its perimeter. "Wow. That's the biggest your mark's been, Trissie. I guess I was right~"

Sighing, Forest turned his attention to the rest of his body. He stroked from beneath his arms down as far as he could reach on his hips, mooshing into his love handles on the way down. Lazily, his tail wagged against the coins of the hoard. The wolf lifted his knees and rubbed his thighs against each other, feeling them squish not only against their pair but also crowd in on the under hang of his gut.

"Ooohh... haven't been this big since Easter." He murmured to himself with glee, a dreamy smile across his expanded muzzle. Forest reached his hands up to his cheeks and felt how round and soft they were to his palms, eyes closing as he just let out a blissful sigh. "Aaaaaaaaall miiiiiine~" He crooned, smooshing his cheeks and rubbing back and forth with a giddy whine.

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Tristan gradually awoke on his hoard. The dragon's eye slowly opened, revealing his diamond-shaped pupil set within the rich violet iris. He gazed around the cavern, feeling oddly warm for the time of year. His regular discomfort after a long sleep was not present either. He folded his wings to his sides and pressed his foreclaws to the floor, stretching out in a rather feline manner.

The dragon yawned, and looked around. He paused, looking towards the entrance of the basin-shaped cave he was in. Normally, that led into further cave systems that helped keep his lair hidden.

But he could see a beautiful forest where the dark of another chamber normally was. Something about the woods was familiar, but the dragon couldn't put his claw on it.

He settled from his stretch back onto the mound of silver treasures, changing his position from sleeping to lounging, bringing his spaded tail to rest around the base of the mound of his hoard. The dragon sighed, comfy and cozy, even though those woods...

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft sound, bare feet on smooth limestone. As Tristan turned his head back towards the entrance of his cave, he beheld an anthro approaching.

The moogle was wearing only some cut off jeans, the rest of his pink fur bare to the air of the cavern. In his hands he held a large garland of flowers, smiling brightly. "You're awake, k'po!" The pleasant interloper buzzed his wings as he approached the base of the hoard. "I've never seen a dragon as big as you in the forest, and never one who brought their whole cave along!"

Tristan looked a bit confused, but then saw that the mog was raising up the garland in offering. Smiling despite himself, he craned his long neck around to put the base of his horns within arm's reach of the flowers.

The pink moogle marveled at the dragon's size from this close up. With the tip of the beast's snout brushing the floor his eye level was still the crown of his skull between his sweeping black horns. Carefully, he placed the flowers in place, and lightly wrapped a couple stems around the base of the majestic pair.

Playfully, the dragon pressed his snout forward to unsteady the mog into laying across the bridge of his muzzle, supporting his weight. "Thank you, Tsumi." Tristan rumbled warmly.

Tsumi gasped and hugged around the enormous muzzle as far as he could reach, which was hardly to the corners of the dragon's mouth. "Kupopipo! You know my name and everything!"

"Well of course I do, Mogbutt." Tristan started, then froze, a blush rocketing up the white hide beneath the pink moogle's hands. He glanced at the forest outside, then began to turn to face his computer.

The mog tilted his head, pom glowing. He held on as the dragon raised his head from the floor.

"Excuse me just a second..." He shifted in his hoard and reached for his dragon-sized keyboard, eyes looking past Tsumi towards the monitor. He tapped the keyboard to wake the sleeping PC and watched as the BIOS ran.

The lockscreen came up, but instead of its regular art, there was a mostly white screen with a quick digital doodle of a round-faced wolf smiling down at him. In handwriting beside the portrait was a single word, accompanied by a cartoon heart: 'Mine.'

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Forest grunted as he finally got up onto his feet, feeling so much weight on his body shifting and wobbling with his every movement. The wolf sighed and stroked his hands down either side of his broad belly and squished into it, smile still across his face. He approached the enormous keyboard with a sway in his hips and a merry wag above them.

With one plumped up foot he pressed the enter key. The recording finally stopped, showing the wolf exactly how many hours had elapsed. Forest's eyes widened. He checked the time in the corner of the monitor. It was past midnight, the wee hours of the morning, and that meant it was now his birthday!

Blushing softly, the profoundly pillowy wolf looked back at his destroyed clothing, unwearable for the trip out of the caverns. "Well... Can't worry about that. I gotta get back home for my birthday." He spoke aloud to the empty cavern, tail wagging a bit faster.

Forest's hands returned to rubbing and squeezing all that marshmallow goodness on his waist, licking his lips. "I'm sure my friends are gonna try something even if they haven't said." Merrily he headed up the curve of the basin of the cavern, his luxurious mass wobbling and rubbing against itself with every step. He paused at the threshold of the cave, trailing his fingers along the diamond taking up most of his belly's real estate.

"Even if they don't, I've got the best gift already~"