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The panthery taur was obviously not having the best of days. He walked into the tavern stiff of gait, and covered in scratches, most of which were scabbed over, but there was a bit of wetness seen here and there under his fur. Making a beeline through to an empty place at the bar, he pushed the barstool aside and settled upon his haunches. He was about to make an order, then remembered to check and make sure he had enough coin to cover the bill, pulling his pouch from his vest (the only article of clothing that survived his day), he spilled them into his paw, jiggling all the coppers before finally finding a measly silver. He then placed it on the counter, "It's been a hell of a day, and I think I'm going to need a beer....I'll have whatever this will buy me." He sighed while trying to not look too pathetic, even as he tried to not turn to regard all those eyes that he felt upon him.

Seeing the state of his most recent customer, the bartender took pity on him and served him an extra large flagon of ale. The hefty jug seemed appropriately sized for of creature of the taur's stature, being a rather large specimen; even as he sat his haunches on the floor, he loomed over most of the other patrons at the bar. The full mug nearly sloshed its contents onto the counter in front of him, but the bartender was skilled enough to keep it all in the large container.

"You look like you've had a hard day, adventurer. I hope this helps."

The panther was not quite as skilled as the barkeep, but gave a grateful smile as he hefted that flagon into the air while managing to just spill it down his wrists, his throat bobbing as he drained that flagon, taking the vast pitcher down in a single session. His upper belly slightly bulging as he finally took a deep breath and put the flagon back on the bar, finally feeling something approaching human again as he smiled weakly. "Thank you much good barkeep, it's been a day for sure, barely crawled out of that cave with me hide intac...." He chuckled and looked over those raking marks upon his flanks, reaching out and wincing at the touch "Well not even that, but I think I'll have to make it out to that cave mouth again and get my pack so I can set up camp somewhere nearby and lick my wounds" He chuckled dryly

"Well, it sounds like you've got your work cut out for you to retrieve your gear. I might have some generosity given your current state, but we're no charity here. I can only give so much leeway with what I see in your pouch there." He stared rather pointedly at the few remaining coins on the counter as he slid the sole silver piece into the palm of his hand.

Lucky for the panther, his plight and condition had caught the eye of others in the tavern as well as a set of rather hefty sounding foot falls approached from behind before a gold piece sailed onto the counter from the same direction.

"Don't you worry about the coin, barkeep. I'll make sure this one's taken care of."

Several more thumps rang out from the wooden floor as whoever it was walked up beside the taur. Turning his head, he spied his surprise benefactor, a rather large blue anthro dragon. She stomped up beside him, her hefty form taking a significant amount of space with her large frame. She had several generous swells, her belly rounding out in front of her, appearing to be quite significantly pregnant, with two sizable orbs resting atop the shelf of her stomach. She was dressed as to be decent for public company, but even those clothes left nothing to the imagination with how much she filled them out, her trio of maternal swells still unable to conceal the pants bulging distentions below, a hefty set of what had to be masculine features peeking out from below her gravid belly.

"You look like you could use a bit of help getting back on your feet... and you seem like you could stand to put away quite the significant amount of drink in your belly there." She glanced down at the mild bulge the flagon of ale had made in his upper abdomen.

The panther nodded slowly to the barkeep with a laugh, "Exactly why I wasn't planning on relying on the good graces." The feline chuckled and then blinked at the calling out slowly turning as he reflexively flicked his tail around his lower torso to keep from being underfoot.

Turning as he slowly took in the dragon, feeling the weight pressing down upon the floor, and shifting as the floor flexed beneath him, the boards under his rump and paws. The taur was maybe a hair under 6 feet standing on all fours or sitting on his hunches, though if he were to be standing upon his hindlegs with his forepaw on the bartop, he'd be closer to about 11 feet ish upon tip toes. Blinking as he took her in, both slightly intimidated and turned on, as the feline smiled gratefully to the dragoness, feeling quite small against her bulk. "You're very kind ma'am, though I'd honestly hate to impose upon your kindness!" Though he did nudge the flagon back towards the barkeep while ruffling his shrinking upper belly as he settled the beer from one belly into the other.

Smiling sheepishly at the comment of putting away, "It's not something I tend to try and indulge too often, it gets a bit expensive and I'd hardly ask someone to support a glutton....

The dragon grinned at the panther's shy nature, her expression seeming a bit predatory as it played over her muzzle, especially with her already formidable draconic visage. "Well, how about this then... I'll cover your 'gluttony' for tonight and perhaps if I like what I see, I might offer your an opportunity for employment..." She trailed off for a moment as she looked him over, her gaze playing over his whole body.

"You do seem like you're in need of a good amount of coin at current after all."

She strode over to a stool next to him, making sure to ease her weight down on it. Even with her care, the wooden seat still groaned under her weight as she settled upon it, her eye-ridge raising slightly as she watched the small bulge disappear under his paws. "Bartender, another for my good friend here" She pointed at the jug as the panther nudged it back to the barkeep.

The panther gulped slightly at that predatory grin as he smiled a bit sheepishly and looked up to the dragoness, perhaps a bit perplexed as to whether or not being beholden to a dragon was a bad thing, but shifting as she settled next to him, he rested his forepaws upon the rubrail and elbows upon the bar as he smiled up to the barkeep. "I...I guess I'll be having a few drinks it seems." Taking the newly filled flagon, and trying to not read too much into that appraising gaze, the panther found himself turning his focus back to the flagon and raised it to his lips, deciding it couldn't hurt to just let go and.......he emptied that flagon in two vast gulps, belly heaving as that pint was emptied in short order. Thusly the panther had set the flagon back on the bar, suppressing a bit of a belch.

The corners of her muzzle turned up ever so slightly as she watched him drain his mug so very swiftly. "I do suppose some sustenance would be in order for you as well, you must be famished after such a dangerous day out there. Perhaps some dinner to go with your drinks?" She nodded at their host, getting another refill for the panther before waving down a server and ordering a meal as well.

"You do seem to be amply equipped to gulp those down, eh? I suppose I ought to introduce myself though... I am known as Shaylor, the potion master of this fine city."

The panther settled in while letting that flagon go as he nodded to the question, deciding he'd just take whatever the comfort food was on special that evening. He smiled a bit while wiping his lips dry and sighing softly, "Aye it was perhaps a fool's errand going into that cave without really getting some good intel. But thank you and usually when someone sees a taur packing things away, they're usually worried about how much that meal is going to cost them, so I try to not lean against someone too hard." He playfully leaned against the dragoness as she introduced herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you, and I'm just someone that spent one too many days out in the open." He felt his belly again while taking the flagon with a free paw, this time taking it a bit more of a reasonable pace, and not trying to gulp it down in one take and be a bit sociable. "Hmmmn, so what kind of potions did you tend to make?" He didn't pose the obvious question of how he fit into her plans, but he figured he'd not look a gift horse in the mouth, just yet.

Shaylor nodded understandingly as she listened to him talk, 'oofing' as he leaned his lanky form against her. "Well, don't you worry yourself about that. There's plenty of adventurers like yourself out there that are plenty willing to part with some of their gold in exchange for some of the many different various potions I can provide. As for what kinds I make, many varied things: healing, weapon oils, love potions... as well as a side business of more mundane, yet exotic intoxicants."

She paused as she watched him quaff some more of his drink, his throat bulging with each swallow he took. "Ah, it looks like your meal is here if you'd like to dig in. Perhaps you could tell me of yourself if you'd like... you seem to be the adventuring sort, but I've yet to know your name.

The panther smiled sheepishly as he felt the oof, but nodded as he took in the plate and grabbed a fork, exploring it for a moment before turning back to her, "Oh that's amazing, sadly I've only the slight knowledge of the potions and magics from the time or two I've had to buy one or two." He munched down that meal and then with the question, he blinked and slowly put the fork down. "Oh geeze how I could I have forgotten my manners so deeply?" He turned towards her and smiled softly as he stretched slowly, "Oh, mostly on the money there, just a bad case of wanderlust and wanting to live light and see the world before settling down somewhere, and I'm Max, it's a pleasure to meet you and thank you so much for your patronage, though I can't quite understand your sudden and intense kindness." He smiled and picked up his plate, realizing that it was getting cold, then started tucking in as his belly growled, and churned as the feline happily partook, obviously had been perhaps a few days since his last hot meal. Then cleaning the plate, he turned back to his drink with gusto, his guts gurgling as though his appetite had been truly awoken.

She laughed cheerily at his embarrassed countenance, "It's no matter." She gently placed her hand on his arm in a placating manner. "Well, perhaps after we've seen this dinner through, I'll be able to give you a reason to settle down, at least for a while. And I've coin aplenty for the usage. I don't mind spending it getting to know a potential business partner."

She watched in mostly silence as he worked through his meal, the hearty plate obviously being more of a snack for someone of his stature. "Well, it sounds like you could use another, eh?" She gestured once more to the serving gal to bring more as she passed him another flagon with her other hand, her eyes wandering once more over his furred form as his stomach announced its emptiness to the room.

Max relaxed with that paw upon his arm, purring softly at the friendly touch as he smiled and blinked slowly at the dawning realization of her interest....or at least a glimmer as he paused on the last bit of that meal, feeling that gurgle growing as he gulped that bit down. "Business partner? I'm a bit confused as to what I could be making for a business partner." He furrowed his brow, piecing together her attention at how much he could put away.

Then grabbing that flagon, he pulled down a heavy gulp and washed that milk down as he found himself nodding and blushed furiously before taking that second plate and gorged himself while having an idea as to what she was looking for, though it seemed so silly that even voicing the idea....seemed almost ludicrous. Then he smiled, "I'm not sure what this might entail, but I'm.....interested and you have my full attention"

"Well, I wouldn't worry yourself about it. Either I'll judge that you're a good prospect or not... and either way, you'll get a nice filling meal out of it. You can just turn your attention to sating your evidently prodigious appetite!" She tipped his mug up from underneath as he drank from it, making sure he'd drink it in one go.

As he worked his way through the second dish, she watched him with interest, seeing how every time his upper stomach would fill enough to bulge from his abdomen, a few moments later it would drain down into him, disappearing deeper into his tauric body, the mass barely making a difference to that much thicker part of him.

He nodded while slowly drinking, taking the hint as he gulped the tipped flagon and managed to not sputter as he realized that he could actually just let that appetite rip as he tore into plate after plate, keeping that upper belly full as it slowly drained into his lower gut. Alternating between downing a plate of food and a flagon, he was making a churning layer cake within his bellies, only the churning keeping the layers somewhat blended by the time they were emptying into that lower belly. Panting to catch his breath, he was reaching for that fourth plate, utterly letting social norms vacate him and then gurgling at that following beer as his upper belly was slowly swelling more and more as he was taking it in faster than he could process it, shifting back from the bar to give himself a bit more room all the while that lower belly had started to show a bit of a bulge. The panther might keep eating until someone pulled him away from the meal or stopped serving him up. His eyes glazing as the other patrons presumably began backing away.

A fire lit in the dragon's eyes as she watched her friend let himself slide into his gluttony, her constant beckoning at the tavern servers keeping the drink and food coming. She watched as he finally got the idea that he was welcome to fill himself with as much as he could stomach, his upper belly bulging prodigiously with its mixed liquid and solid bounty as the connection between his torso and tauric body struggled to keep up with the flow of food. She edged in, taking care not to disturb his almost trance-like behavior while she placed a palm upon his steadily swelling stomach, feeling it bulge with every plate emptied.

Looking back, her grin was a happy one as she watched his lower belly start to bulge as well, the mass being added finally being enough to make an impact on his larger belly below. She watched both of his bellies churn and groan around their shared meal, admiring his spherical abdomen as it was overloaded with food and drink, gently caressing it like she might a favored pet.

He was panting between plates, the tavern fading away as he shifted his stance with the feline's lower belly stretching a bit, every plate getting put away faster and faster as he lost focus on everything but gorging himself. That belly relaxed under her palm, the warmth pressing through his fur as he gorged himself till his upper belly was tugging like a corset with every bite or glug of beer.

He shifted off of his haunches as his belly hung lower and lower, groaning as he gorged and gorged. He didn't even noticing her petting other than a twitching that tugged his fur under her caressing as he panted and glugged and gulped, that fugue showing no signs of stopping as he emptied plate and flagon, not even thinking of anything but the next plate or gulp.

She made sure that he never ran out of something to eat or drink, her coin purse paving the way for his feast as she kept the tavern busy feeding the panther. She gently petted over his tauric half, feeling how much he was packing away inside his massive stomach as it sagged below him. That grin never left her face as she watched him approvingly as he glutted himself, the food and drink flowing into him distorting his perception as the effects of the ale compounded on him.

Moving back, she tickled over his stretched upper stomach, gently soothing and rubbing over the straining orb of food as it struggled to pack its overwhelming load into his more spacious lower gut, every swallow of his throat making it pulse under her hands as another mouthful of food strained its taut circumference, while every gurgle of food shifting deeper barely managed to clear any space for the next mouthful.

After seeing him fall into a semi-lucid food drunken haze, she eventually spoke to him once more as he continued filling himself. "Judging by your performance tonight, I think you'll do wonderfully... And it would seem that you'll enjoy your new job as well."

He kept eating, utterly oblivious to where the food was coming from, or who was paying for it. The bar stools on either side of him had been moved or shoved out of the way while he leaned into the touches and petting, every breath feeling like he was stretching against a corset as he groaned and slowed down while having to force every bite down, relaxing and moaning as those paws tickled along his belly, that vest not even having been buttoned when he walked into the place, was barely hanging off of his form and fell to the floor with a roll of his shoulders.

Near drunken with the beer that was still working through his system and the food gurgling through him, he smiled at the pets, leaning slowly against her and pressing his belly into those scritches while feeling so heavy and full and comfortable.....and warm. He slowly finished the last plate as he started to come from that fugue, ears twitching as she started to speak, catching every couple of words, and just knowing that he had a job, with that, he looked up to her with a lazy and drunken grin, "I have a job now!" And with that he just leaned into the dragon and purred in her arms.

She thrummed against him in return "Mmhmm... yes you do..." She paused as she held him up a bit, hugging her new business partner as she comforted him in his befuddled state. "This is definitely a good start, but you've got plenty of room to grow, and we'll need it all for your new occupation" She snickered at her own joke as she soothed his full bellies, one paw on each one, rubbing their taut surfaces as the heavy fellow leaned on her. She gently groped his tauric stomach, feeling how stuffed and stretched it was with the massive feast he had consumed, the sides of his belly starting to bulge out next to his haunches as he half sat, half leaned on the bar and Shaylor.

Pressing over his upper gut, she felt it strain and try to push its contents deeper, but seem to fail to make any headway, his lower stomach absolutely stuffed to the brim and bulging, refusing any further additions, leaving his torso bloated and full. "I think you'll do wonderfully as my new brewery... perhaps once we expand your capacity a bit more. But all things in time; I've plenty of concoctions that will aid in our endeavors."

He smiled and nuzzled while draping his paws over her shoulders, having to reach up to do so, nuzzling under her breast as he squirmed into her touch, eyes slipping closed. His lower belly was perhaps about a good foot off the ground, and having the befuddled feline very slow with his movements, purring as he reveled in her touch. It seemed that alongside being utterly famished and not eating well on the road, the poor feline was devastatingly touch starved and was purring while his packed bellies gurgled and shifted with what must have been a good 250 lbs of food packed into the inebriated panther, as he purred and nuzzled while all but trying to slip into her lap like a kitten, obviously something a massive taur shouldn't be trying to do...especially not half drunk.

"Mmmmn, I should find my tent.....think I'll still fit?" He slurred softly as he giggled and looked over his gurgling form and blushed, the thought of being like this made the feline purr happily, "Mmmmph, I'll brew for you, how do you like your coffee?" He giggled and leaned back, wobbling upon his paws, all of them splayed to keep from outright falling over as he looked up and smiled drunkenly again, obviously needing to be led somewhere, or just curling up under a table here.

Shaylor grinned at her dopey friend, enjoying his antics in his inebriated state. "Why don't you come back with me tonight? I've got plenty of room at my shop and I think we might even be able to start making some progress with you." She hefted him up, directing his uncoordinated movements with her own strong pushes and tugs as she nudged him towards the door. It took a bit with his swaying gait and the immense amount of food weighing him down, but they wobbled their way to the door... only for the panther to get stuck on the way out, his bloated flanks wedging themselves in the door frame as he tried to pass through.

The dragon giggled and then pushed from behind, making his belly squish and slosh about beneath him, the taut orb swaying and wobbling. Every push pressed him a little bit further, the doorway constricting around his middle slowly allowing his swollen belly through bit by bit as Shaylor pushed him through it. Eventually, he popped free, the firm sphere below him sloshing with the sudden lurch, allowing his stomach to relax once more around its heavy meal as Shaylor took the lead again, bringing him back to her shop.

The panther moaned softly and found himself nodding to her and leaned in, padding in that uncertain gait, though the nudges and pushes and hints were getting the panther moving in the right direction. The plodding by the drunk feline pushing and squirming as he hit the door frames to either side while whimpering at the bruising inside as that soft belly distended around the frame and caused the feline to twist and squirm and work his way through inch by inch with a lot of deep exhaling with every motion as he slipped through another inch. His swollen form bunched up with Shaylor's help as he grunted and worked his paws off the ground before careening through that door frame and looking like one of those Boston Dynamics robots on ice as he managed to keep his paws under him. Then he slowly let his new boss take the lead again as he leaned into Shaylor's form and purred all the way back to the shop.

They walked back in what seemed like a haze to the cat, the distance passing in seemingly no time in his overstuffed and drunken state. Luckily, Shaylor's shop had wider doors that allowed the taur entry with no difficulty. She walked the wobbling kitty to a comfortable bed that lay upon the ground, settling him there before working over his belly again, rubbing and taking a proper view of it now that they were away from prying eyes. The huge curve towered upward, the food stuffed globe gurgling and churning away as she nodded in satisfaction, approving of its current capacity from its quite significant girth.

As she surveyed the expanse of furred flesh, she could barely move the gigantic mound, the massive weight of the food packed within not easily shifted by anyone but the one holding it inside himself. As his drunken mind drifted off into a welcoming food coma, he barely caught notice of the dragon doing something weird on his tauric stomach, seeming like she was drawing on it, though whether he'd remember any of it in the morning was another matter.

The panther did his stumbling walk, grinning as he felt himself being able to pass through those doors without any issue. The moment he was able to see that bed, he wasted no time in padding to it and sprawling upon his side, making her inspection of that stretched canvas much easier. Her nudges and pokes guided his shifting and writhing as he was reflexively pushing into her paws, all but offering every inch those paws tried to reach as he purred and reverberated against her. That vast and stretched globe of a belly gurgling and churning as he had almost instantly passed out. His belly only twitched lightly at the scritching touch of that drawing motion that teased over his fur, tail flicking lazily while a forepaw playfully pressed against her belly while that willing canvas had no qualms of the artwork as he lay there with a smile upon his muzzle.

When he awoke the next morning, it was to a sensation of utter tautness. If he was stuffed last night, he felt utterly packed to the gills when he regained consciousness. Looking down over his body he saw his upper stomach bloated into a round sphere, and when he ran a hand over it, there was almost no give to its surface. He only had a moment to wonder what was going on before his attention was drawn to the much more pressing feeling below of his tauric half, the balloon-like sensation even more intense there than at his torso. Looking further down, his lower belly jutted from his form, utterly round and swollen. It nearly creaked with tautness, the surface completely drawn tight around his overfilled insides, bloated out in all directions from his taur body. It pressed against the floor his side laid upon, pushed out nearly to his feet, and crested high above him, his tightly swollen gut four feet in diameter.

The feline blinked slowly awake, stretching and remembering the vast meal last night, groaning as he squirmed and smacked his lips while gulping and panting as he felt every touch upon that vastly stretched belly, his paws could barely even reach around. The weight all but pinning him to the bedding as he looked around and winced as he felt that creaking as his his lower belly just tugged and stretched barely even shifting with his motions as he was suddenly rather alert and awake, that lower belly doming so high over him as he panted and looked around with a groan, "Hrrrng gods, I don't think I ate that much last night!"

A familiar face peeked around the corner before entering the room, "Ah, you're finally awake! I was wondering how long you might sleep considering the potential hangover from drinking that many spirits last night. You were quite comatose after everything last night, so I figured I'd get a jump start on our business venture and solve a quite painful problem for you at the same time. That rune on your belly has you filled to the limit with water, which has the side effect of mitigating the pains of what could have been quite a severe hangover." She gently patted his looming lower belly, making it emit some gentle blorps, but barely getting its taut surface to move at all.

The panther looked up to the dragoness and smiled while nodding and squirming as he blushed, curling in a bit of a futile 'crunch' to try to take a look at this rune, though he was thoroughly denied by his bellies and just nodded as he hugged what he could reach of his utterly engorged belly, "Thank you for the meal last night and the business opportunity, perhaps you might want to run that by me again now that I'm not utterly knackered and drunk." He smiled sheepishly and shivered at that pet upon his lower belly, his flesh tugging along that vast dome it was stretched around.

"Well, I happen to need a larger cauldron to fulfill some bigger orders as well as some unique properties being easiest obtained by having a living container for brewing. And that's where you come in. You seem to have quite the propensity for gluttony, given ample means, as well as a fair amount of capacity to start with... Though that may need expanding as business grows." She gently wiggled her hands on his belly, feeling the fluid inside respond and shift under his taut hide. "Call it a business investment!"

He nodded slowly, her touch just wanting to make him bliss out and just purr with utter loss for decorum as he squirmed into her paws, biting his lip to keep his tongue from just lolling out. As taut as he was, every touch was as sensitive as a snare drum. Though he got most of it and after panting and catching his breath he nodded, "I.....I yes....I all of it....I I'll do it" He licked his chops.

She grinned predatorily at him "Good kitty! Now we just have to empty you out before we fill you up with real ingredients. I think we've done enough stretching prep for now" She moved around to his front and crouched down before his taur belly. Though he couldn't see anything past his own bulk, he felt her touching that rune upon him for a few moments before she stood up.

"Now I'm going to go get the draining apparatus, you just hold on tight there till I come back. All that water should start working its way through you quite rapidly, but I'd prefer to not flood this room with water if we can avoid it."

And with that she left the room to go get her draining device, leaving him to feel his swiftly filling bladder as it swelled with the water in his belly, quickly stretching around the fluid flooding into that stretchy organ. It wasn't long before it even showed low on his gut, a steadily growing bulge above his crotch as the magic pushed the water filling him into it.

He found himself grinning back at that predatory grin, feeling so.....like warm in the light of that brilliance. Craning his neck, he looked over to her, feeling the tingling as that shifting lurched within his belly as he felt the rivers within him changing course and the need to 'go' just filled him as he throbbed within his sheath and panted with a grunt. He slowly felt the waters filling his bladder and groaned as he held, biting his tongue as he grunted and tried to hold till she returned, feeling his bladder swelling and swelling. Wait....gallons in that bladder? Since when did anyone have a bladder that massive?

Unfortunately, the dragon was not fast in returning, leaving Max to squirm with the effort of holding back a tide a liquid, his bladder gurgling and swelling as water poured into it. Even as his tip peeked from his sheath, the pressure grew, his taur-sized bladder distending from his water-bloated belly and even gently pressing against the base of his cock. He felt the tiniest bit of relief as some of the tension faded from his stomach, but at the same time he felt the intense need to release the contents of his swelling bladder as it grew larger than he thought possible, gallons of water magically pouring into it.

The panther grunted and squirmed while arching as he rocked slowly back and forth as he felt his bladder growing and growing, his own member pulsing from its sheath as he longed to be able to bolt to his paws and get to the woods or a tree, but he couldn't even roll out from under this seeming half ton of water that stretched his belly out in so many unnatural ways. Grunting between clenched teeth, he hissed, "Shaylor.....hurrrryyyyy." He already started dribbling a bit of that water even as his belly kept repartitioning the contents of his belly.

Shaylor thumped into the room, her hefty footsteps thudding through the floor as she brought a device with her. It looked like a cock milker, but with no hoses attached. Even as the dam was breaking within Max, she placed it over his leaking cock, some water already pouring from his tip as it was enclosed. It looked like she had come back just before disaster. "Alright, go ahead kitty."

He had been about to let go when he saw her thumping into the room, dribbling as he just relaxed and hoped that collection device wasn't going to overload or something. Then with puerile relief of just letting go, he felt that bladder release it self with such profound relief that he almost whimpered. Continuing as he just let go and go and go, feeling that dam burst slowly work from his belly as his flesh softened and relaxed slowly with the endless flow of water from within. Finally able to roll to his side, he squirmed and worked more and more of that fluid from within him, "So, did I drink all that water, or did the rune just make it all?"

Shaylor grinned at the evident relief that played over the panther's face. "Not quite either, the rune doesn't create water, it does have to pull it from elsewhere, but in effect, yes, it was the rune that caused it. Just the same as that device transports the water you're releasing elsewhere. Now you just stay there and enjoy that while I prep your first brew."

Leaving him to his own devices, she walked to her alchemy lab and started working while he emptied out. Over time, his ridiculous circumference slowly reduced as he released his burden, both of his bellies becoming less taut and eventually reducing in size, though it was a rather slow process.

Max laid there as he slowly drained, feeling the water shift and relax his form as he rumbled and curled into the suddenly inviting lack of a belly as he slowly worked and sloshed and reveled in that relief. Then slowly rolling to his paws, he settled upon his belly comfortably, and arched his slowly shrinking belly off the ground. Heeding her words though, he didn't stray far from that bedding, perking his ears and listening for the sounds of her goings on with the prep of that first batch, keenly curious of what might be involved, something he really wanted to eventually delve into and involve himself more.

After a few minutes, Shaylor returned and watched as the taur emptied the last of his liquid burden, his bellies slowly returning to their normally flat state. Eventually the stream died down and ended, his bladder finally being allowed to empty completely as his rune-scribed belly ran out of water to transfer into it. She spoke as she retrieved the device from his cock "I do hope you enjoyed the extended release there, but now lets get you onto your first batch." She stood up and waved for him to follow her.

"Welcome to my alchemy lab! You can sit over there" She motioned towards a padded mat next to a few barrels. There were many devices of varying arcane nature, from inscribed tables, to glowing vials, and even a few more esoteric things that he couldn't identify.

The panther slowly found himself easing back and giving a first look at those runes that graced long his belly, the faintly glowing lines circumscribing his belly. Also for the first time in a long long time, he didn't feel famished like he was a meal between him and the grave, perhaps he was even a bit plump and padded for the time being. Having gripped his forepaws with his hands to observe the changes, he look up to Shaylor and smiled warmly, slowly stretching himself out and ambling to all fours, nodding with a chuckle, "It was quite the needed release, and I can't thank you enough for the opportunity, I..." he splayed his ears a bit, "Truly don't deserve this!"

But he followed her to the mat, settled down, and started just taking it all in, looking at so many unknowable (at least for the moment) things and managed to not bump into anything on the way.

She brought over a bowl of berries and placed it on the table next the mat and explained "So, we'll start with these berries and add the liquid component afterward. The berries might be a bit spicy, so I'll have the hose at the ready for when you're finished with them and we can fill you up with the solution. For your first brew, I've got a stock of mana potions to make, and I think you might like the effects they have on you."

Getting right to the business, he picked up the bowl and gave them a sniff and inspected one, "Should I chew them or just swallow them whole?" He figured he should get the stupid questions out of the way.

"Either way is fine. They'll work faster if chewed, though they'll also be much spicier tasting that way as well." It was a rather large bowl, so he'd have to contend with the heat for a while if he chose to chew those berries.

She gently pushed on his side, coaxing him to lay down on it so that she could access the rune on his stomach, her fingers dancing over the ticklish underbelly there as she modified it before nodding to go ahead.

He nodded with a rumble as he crunched the berries and chewed quickly before swallowing them as his hindquarters rolled to offer her his belly, managing to only chuff a bit as he munched the berries like a pepper grinder and slowly was soon reaching for the hose with his free hand as he upended the bowl in to his muzzle, wanting to make the best batch he possibly could. He felt the warmth from that rune as he panted while the other heat claiming his mouth. He might have jumped the gun a bit before she nodded, but he hoped that wouldn't hurt anything, but the heat blossomed and he took it as long as he could before washing it down with the hose into his upper belly

She had a little laugh as she realized that he was already chewing as she looked back up at him. "Eager kitty, eh? Lemme turn on the pump for you then."

She stood and walked to the barrel that the hose was connected to and flipped a switch on the side panel. The hose shuddered in Max's grip and he suddenly found the small amount of fluid he managed to suck from the hose turning into a flood as the barrel pumped its contents into his waiting mouth. It tasted slightly of citrus as it started washing his mouth free from the heat of the berries, his cheeks swiftly bulging as he was forced to take on the increased flow from the hose.

He blushed and smiled softly, panting as he blushed with a nod, gulping and washing his maw with the citrus tasting water. He chuffed a bit in surprise at the sudden shift in flow, not having a chance to ask about it as he gulped furiously to keep up with the flow as his upper belly swelled with the liquid and puree. It left him moaning softly as he felt that cool filling press more and more insistently while keeping that hose in his maw, the panther desperately wanting not to flub on his first day on the job. His utterly cleaned out system flowed that liquid from first to second stomach quite quickly as he just closed his eyes and let himself get into that rhythm of gulping over and over as he relaxed into his new role.

Shaylor smiled as she watched her panther get into his new task, eyes closed and gulping down that swift flow of fluid. She gently patted his upper stomach as it swelled to hold the influx before it poured deeper, gurgling as it sluiced into his more accommodating taur half. She monitored him closely as his lower belly started swelling, his torso being kept full the entire time as it passed the flood of citrus reagent onto his bigger half, just the beginnings of weight being perceptible as his belly started filling with the copious flow. She gently sloshed his lower belly as it started sagging from his core, listening to it gurgle and churn as the berries mixed with the water and started working. It would be a while before he started feeling any side effects, the panther having a lot more fluid to consume before the correct proportions were inside his belly.

He purred and smiled at the pattings, squirming into those paws while he kept drinking at that heavy pace of the hose, purring and moaning as she sloshed his lower belly, shifting slowly while that lower belly slowly filled out. His eyes staying comfortably closed as she petted and prodded, the feline purring while feeling the weight comfortably work its way through his form. Though from the meal last night, he was a bit more padded than he'd been on the way back from that cave, and utterly in the lap of luxury while rumbling happily.

A bit of weight padded out his form from last night's indulgence, leaving him healthily chunky as he filled up, his belly having a bit of jiggle to it, even without the water that was currently occupying it. She continued monitoring his progress, watching as his belly swelled with its liquid bounty, gurgling as it started pushing his thighs apart with its hefty girth. The flow of citrus fluid seemed endless as he swallowed, his upper tummy always taut and full as it drained the excess into his churning lower gut, gurgling and blorping as the ingredients inside it started reacting.

After a few minutes of swelling, he started feeling a bit warm, the water sitting coolly in his stomachs, but at the same time he felt a twinge of arousal pulse through him as he continued swallowing. As he bloated further, he started feeling the compounding effects of whatever was inside him, the alchemical reaction clearly happening inside him as he felt tingly all over, especially on his rune covered belly as it stretched to contain ever increasing amounts of proto-mana potion.

The panther reveled in that soft paddedness that he had been accumulating, stretching and just relaxing and letting the fill continue as the panther rumbled and slowly sloshed with the constant filling as he gurgled and swallowed obediently knowing that she'd turn it off when he was filled and contained enough. The tingling made his eyes open as he squirmed while his sheath throbbed and pulsed while he shifted that lower belly and made sure to give his sheath room to expand as he gripped his belly with his forepaws. He leaned against one of those kegs and just swooned in the fullness, falling more and more in love with his job with every passing minute as he just slowly expanded to fill his job.

As the alchemical reaction ramped up in his stomach, the tingling over his belly intensified, a warm glow settling deep inside him and making him feel lazy, yet at the same time restless as his arousal grew. His tip peeked from his sheath with no help from him, the strange tingling drawing it out as the chemicals inside him worked their magic.

Shaylor glanced at the pump panel, making sure everything was going according to plan, before she sauntered over to the swelling taur. She gently rubbed over his rune covered belly, resting her hands there and feeling them rise as his middle grew, the edge starting to reach halfway down his stretched out legs as he lounged and swallowed the endless flow. She grinned as she watch his masculinity peek around his girth, the length throbbing as it engorged with his magically induced lust. "Well, you best get used to that feeling... that mana potion is going to have to ferment in your belly for quite a while, and I don't think that side effect is going to go away anytime soon!"

The panther had been diligently gulping, slowly relaxing as he felt the incessant glow coming from within as he squirmed around his heavy bellies, forepaws gripping and kneading over what they could reach. The electric feel of things made him indeed feel that combination of food coma and wanting to rail someone... or be railed or just cuddle and be lazy with someone.

Max blushed softly as he felt those paws over his belly, panting between glugs as he kept that diligent gulping as he throbbed and just snorted some of the liquid through his nose at her touch, feeling like electric as he quivered under her belly while taking a double gulp to keep up while moaning at the thought of being like this. Though he couldn't ask her how much longer he had with that hose he was steadily draining.

His already immense girth steadily crept up closer to the state that he had awoken at, his belly nearly beaching him with it's width, if he could even manage to lift the weight sloshing about inside it. His softened sides firmed up as he neared capacity, his thickened sides going rigid with the pressure inside his stomach. Eventually, the pump made air sucking noises as it struggled to drain the dregs of the barrel, and Shaylor stood up to turn off the mechanism.

The citrus flow stopped as the pumping ceased, leaving Max free to let go of the hose. Shaylor circled back around the panther, trailing her hand over the massive hill in his middle as her claws scritched gently over his taut flank, once more swollen just as big as before he was drained. Fortunately, it seemed he had gained some strechiness from the experience, his bloated bellies not quite so utterly stretched to the brim around their current load. They still had the slightest bit of give left, leaving him much more comfortable than when he had woken up, yet still just as swollen.

Max's belly stretched, bigger and bigger with the intense swelling, that citrus just never leaving his maw, while he lazily swallowed in time with that pump. His rigid flanks were becoming more and more sensitive, every touch making his nerves sing as they reverberated like a snare drum. Finally the flow stopped as he panted for breath, letting go of the hose and licking his chops as he just felt that 'purrrrr' flowing through him with that throbbing high that constantly teased his loins.

The panther shivered as he looked up to his host, shivering and whimpering needily along her touch, flanks and belly making it almost impossible to even form any kind of words, much less sentences as he lolled his tongue out and thrummed against, the weight keeping him sloshing in that 3/4s position upon his back and flanks. "Hrrrrrrnggggg"

Shaylor gently patted his massively swollen taur belly as he wobbled in place, his form sloshing as he relaxed after taking in the immense fluid burden in his middle. She moved her gentle touch to his upper belly and lightly jostled its taut surface, making its contents slosh within him. "Just a little bit more. Make sure to swallow this all down to your main chamber so that everything starts brewing together in your cauldron. We wouldn't want an incorrect ratio of ingredients with this portion stuck outside the chemical reaction down below."

She gently rubbed over that upper stomach, trying to coax his muscles to swallow the last gallons of citrus flavored fluid deeper. She had to focus his attention before the rising tingling and associated induced arousal distracted him from his important job. It was already getting to him as more of his length poured from his sheath and pressed against his gravid bulk, the spire having to jut around the heavy mountain that claimed his middle as they fought for space between his hind legs.

Max moaned softly and shifted while his ears perked to catch her words, squirming as his contents just worked and sloshed and glorped and heaved while his heavy gut squirmed under her fingers. Blinking the purring lust from his eyes, he slowly nodded and furrowed his brows while working that citrus deeper and deeper into that lower belly, feeling her fingers having more and more slack as his lower belly just glorped bigger and bigger while he throbbed down below.

Slowly meeting her eyes, he gasped and worked, while gurgling sounded out from below and he found his slackjawed swooning come back to him in time while his hindlegs just splayed more and more around those massive flanks that demanded all that space to fill.

Shaylor smiled approvingly as his bellies gurgled and sloshed, his lower one swelling just that little bit more as his upper stomach drained under her massaging hands. His torso slimmed back down under her touch, leaving his upper body lithe and his taur half splayed wide around his churning gut. "good kitty."

She moved her hands down to his utterly swollen lower gut and felt over it as it mixed its contents, his enchanted stomach muscles making sure to mix the ingredients together as the tingling started overwhelming him, driving his lust to unbearable levels as he lay beached on his side. Slick pre started pouring from his length as his arousal made it pulse against his belly, lazily splashing his copious fluids against his taut underside with each throb.

As she watched his length firm up to its full girth, his clear pre slowly took on a slight blue color.

"Ah, that was quick!" She said as she grabbed a vial. She returned to her swollen companion, grasped his pulsing length, and maneuvered it to pour his flowing lust into the vial as more blue coloring invaded his output. It didn't take long with the milking motion she applied to his spire, and she swiftly had a filled vial of blue fluid. Her hands tingled as the mana infused fluid splashed over them, letting her know of the potency of the mana potion she was milking from her panther's length.

"Well, it seems like I'll have to put the transfer hose on you since you're leaking the finished product so readily!"

Max groaned and panted softly as he gripped his shrinking upper belly with his paws, feeling it shrinking as he squirmed, almost ineffectually with that lower belly stretched and barely able to move, his tongue lolled out with that praise.

He watched her with fascination as his gut constantly churned and kept him helplessly stimulated, throbbing and leaking, feeling a distinction between when his clear ooze changed into that glowing blue mana and making that mess while his rubbery barbs flexed and looked for anything to work their way into. Panting as he felt that lust rising and rising while he pulsed and leaked, at first he had been frantic for release, but now he was just vibing in the pulsing throb as he purred, endlessly splashing as he grinned at the progress, "Gods, how long is it going to take for me to process m.....our whole batch?" He shivered and gripped what little he could reach of that vast belly, his own cock over that distant horizon. Secretly he hoped that he'd be processing that for a long while.

"Oh, you've got quite the batch to process! We're only going to get minor mana potions out of you here for a while before what we're actually looking for has time to ferment in your belly. It should be quite the intense experience for you. As the mana concentration ramps up, these feelings are only going to get more intense."

With a full vial in one hand, she stored it in a nearby rack while she reached for a clear hose with her other. Some more blue tinged pre leaked from his freed tip in the few seconds it was in the open, but it was quickly pushed into the tube. His copious fluids poured into the hose as he continued leaking while she secured the device, snugging it up around his spire as it throbbed inside the flexible clear material.

Eventually she finished pushing it on him and reached for the controller next to her and turned it on. A very light suction embraced his length, drawing his leaking pre up the tube and sucking it away to be stored. He was left to pour his payload into the tube at his own body's speed, the faint suction merely sluicing away anything that he released. As the dragon watched to make sure everything was happening as planned, his pre slowly darkened, the mana inside him starting to concentrate more vividly in his output as it fermented in his vast tingling, gurgling middle.

He gulped at her words, panting as he just lay there, trapped in his own lust, only coming out of it through some effort as he panted and nodded slowly, watching that light blue vial.

He looked over to that hose as it went down and slipped over his tip, his barbs seating themselves into the soft material, throbbing and leaking as he moaned, the constant lust tenderizing his mind with throb after throb while he watched that flow of blue pulse its way up that hose. Panting as he just went in and out of focus while just vibing as his insides congealed and fermented that mana, the lust just swaddling his mind, "What....what happens if I never want to stop doing this?" He almost didn't ask the question because the possibility of denial was so existentially frightening to him....almost a polar opposite of what he might have thought a few scant years ago.

She laughed lightly at his question "I don't think that never stopping is going to be a problem for you! I've always got orders that need filling... just like you! Though with how easily you're leaking out of your spigot down there, I think some further modifications might be in order after this batch..." She trailed off as she thought on the conundrum for a moment. "Some products will require a longer time simmering in your belly after all." She gently patted his swollen belly, feeling it drum under her fingers as the taut skin thrummed from the contact.

As the contents of his belly concentrated, the tingling sensitivity playing over his belly intensified, eventually leaving him unable to keep his paws off of it, his own touch feeling so wonderful that he was compelled to constantly rub and grope what small portions of it that he could reach around his immobilizing girth.

He panted and gulped at the idea of modifications, though part of him just didn't care as long as his belly was able to be used, feeling the slow leaking and edginess of that constant flow leaking from him, he bit his tongue, "W...hat kind of modifications?" He squirmed into her touch, feeling the thicknesss and that drumming just made him whimper and forget he'd even asked a question as his eyes glazed over.

As he felt the batch of mana thicken within him, he was left whimpering and curling over his belly, kneading with forepaws and fingers while chasing that dragon that never left him, just lost in that buzz of heated lust and bundle of nerves as his tongue lolled out and all composure was utterly lost.

"Oh, just something to keep all that fluid inside you until its full potency has been achieved. We certainly wouldn't want you leaking ingredients before completion on things like a two week brew!"

As they talked, the panther's sac started gently glowing a faint blue, and starting to tingle more over time. "Ah, it looks like you're coming along there!" She tenderly rubbed his sac as the glow continued intensifying and their magically enhanced sensitivity made her touch feel even more wonderful.

"We'll soon be able to start up the pump and begin offloading the mana potion from your belly. We're quite near full concentration judging by the color of your pre and how your nuts are glowing. I'm sure you'll enjoy the process" She smiled at his glassy expression, happy that he was enjoying the sensitivity induced by having his massive middle filled with mana.

He panted softly, the panther gripping his belly while somewhere hearing her narration, his cock pulsing with a twitch as that swollen sac was cupped, the feline still kneading over his belly, panting with that delirious expression upon his muzzle. Slowly, even more so, surrendering to her treatment, two weeks? It was frightening how much he longed to feel that pulsing glow and edging all wrapped up into one addictive drug cocktail. He felt the heft in his orbs, the weight and gravity as they lightly swelled, the mana infusing them while rubbing over his belly and squirming into her touch, utterly captivated and gazing. His head rested upon his chest while he shifted his hindlegs to feel those orbs and their warmth between his soft thighs, forepaws endlessly kneading what little of him they could reach.

Shaylor watched as he mewled and lazed in his lust-addled state, gently jostling and feeling his sac along with his hind legs pressing against them as the mana potion within him approached critical saturation. His orbs glowed brighter and brighter as they were suffused with the magical fluid, Shaylor eventually nodding in satisfaction as she judged her cauldron ready to be emptied.

"Alright, you look just about done there, kitty!"

She left his mana-swollen nuts to be caressed by his own paws and activated the milking function from her remote. The tube around him started tugging on his length with a combination of suction and vibration as it worked to get him to release his completed product.

Max panted and rocked slowly as he kneaded and pawed at his belly, drunk off of sensation while feeling that saturation. The room dimly shifted colors from the glow of his orbs and in that tube as he panted and leaked that thick mana. It being drawn down with almost a gravitational feel as it migrated from gut to orbs, and suffused through flesh. He panted as he looked up to her and might have nodded in his dazed state, though he could barely even register anything outside of his belly, the vibration just spreading through his form while the flow and suction slowly drew the feline's mana out of him with that slow tapping a he distilled that potion for the dragoness.

She move her hands back to his crotch and gently worked over the portion of his throbbing length that the hose didn't cover, feeling it pulse as the full strength potion sluiced through his urethra, making it glow from within whenever he let another spurt loose. Her coaxing only intensified the jets leaving his cock, making his pelvic muscles clench every time she stimulated him, and milking him of his finished brew.

His balls glowed brightly with their magical infusion, the runes on his belly making sure to transfer the fluid from his belly to his balls now that his stomach was done simmering. She worked him towards a climax, easing him closer to his peak so that she could get the potion out of his cauldron faster than just letting the overflow leak from his tip.

He panted and looked up to his dragoness, feeling her touch as he throbbed into her paw, hindquarters reflexively curling to thrust, which only pushed his cock into his belly. His view of her was hidden over the horizon of his belly as he felt the surge building up and pouring through that buzz of edgy delirium that he had been riding for the last day.

He groaned and throbbed in those paws while feeling the need to cum rise and rise while that tube glowed brighter and brighter as he felt his orgasm tipping closer to the edge before flopping over and exploding into that hose while still gripping his belly and whimpering in his lust.

The spire in her paws throbbed hard once... twice, and then exploded with a flood of bright blue fluid as it gushed through his cock. His urethra glowed bright as the mana poured through it, his balls pulsing and working to flood the hose fitted on his cock. She continued jerking the exposed portion of his cock and massaging his pumping orbs, the tube sucking away vast amounts of concentrated mana as she worked to drain him.

His flow was continuous, his orgasm not waning even after several minutes had passed, the vast ocean of mana within his belly continuously supplying his clenching orbs as they worked their hardest to empty themselves to no avail. His cock continued pulsing in her grasp as it pumped out an endless deluge of glowing fluid, every gallon instantly replaced with more from his middle as the rune on his belly made sure that his balls never ran out of mana to pump through his length.

The cauldron, capped with that hose, the feline pulsing his blue mana cum over and over, twitching in her paw. It was almost the opposite of an edging session, instead of just building up it was surfing that wave of orgasm as his belly shrank far far slower than one would have ever thought possible with the seemingly endless orgasm.

The pulsing flow throbbing in her paws just leaving the panther in that 'aaaaaaa' kind of state as he came and came, the glow from his belly just subdued by his fur, but utterly brilliant in that hose as he twitched. Paws kneading and hugging his belly with whimpers and pants.

Shaylor watched as her new business partner faded into a pleasured fugue, much of his body relaxing in his reclined position while his stomach churned and supplied his twitching orbs with an endless flow of mana to pump out. Occasionally she stimulated his exposed length or his throbbing nuts and drew a distracted moan or other incoherent noises of pleasure from his maw, his eyes still unfocused and lazily rolling about from his seemingly endless orgasm running through him.

As time passed, she kneaded his glowing stomach, feeling the tautness of his gut ever so slightly start to abate. A bit of play slowly returned to his tight tum, letting the dragon imbue a gentle slosh to his swollen gut's contents as he continued to release his liquid bounty. The heavy fluid within his belly sloshed in gentle waves from her ministrations, adding another layer of pleasant sensations rippling through the feline on top of his productive body releasing his first batch of potions.

Max moaned softly as he cradled upon his back, just basking upon those pillows with the slowly shrinking belly showed slightly more slack. The pulsing of his orgasm just seemed to slowly become a simple rhythm of nature like breathing or a beating heart, every throb just became the flow of how things were meant to be. Throbbing and whimpering in his blissed out lust, he kept cumming and cumming.

The feline actually had enough slack now to grind and arch into those sloshes upon his belly, the motions helping his orgasm utterly fail to fade. Panting softly as he curled his toes, endlessly cumming what seemed to be a hot tub's worth of hot mana that his belly had spent so much time distilling. He only stirred slightly with the rubbing of his belly to give her a dopey smile as he made eye contact before slipping back into that fugue.

Max's taut belly ever so slowly continued to contract as the throbbing rhythm of his body's attempt to empty him continued to erase any coherent thoughts from his mind. Shaylor's hand rested atop the mound in his middle, feeling his overfilled stomach gently fall under her tender touches, the fluid waves sloshing about with the attention to his middle.

Eventually his swollen girth retracted back towards his normal size, his hind legs resting closer together as the bulge in his taur belly stopped pressing his thighs so far apart. His swollen flanks steadily retreated, his sloshy love handles losing much of the tension that his fluid filling had placed upon those sensitive areas. Shaylor shifted a hand over to Max's exposed flank as it emptied out, gently scritching and rubbing over the taut skin there. Her touch inspired gentle twitches and tingles to run through his bulk, his fluid-filled paunch wiggling slightly as the release of pressure in his expanded stomach allowed his form slack enough that he started losing his tautness, merely feeling the still prodigious amount of mana in his belly through the weight still occupying his middle.

His seemingly endless orgasm still pulsed through his enchanted form, the glowing runes on his belly still doing their important work of allowing his insides to siphon the mana from his burdened stomach into his clenching nuts for it to be offloaded. Even with the extended ejaculatory contractions having gone on far longer than was natural, he felt none of the soreness that most males were familiar with when their reproductive muscles were used repeatedly. The magic modifying him had improved many aspects of his his body, allowing him to be used as a perfect vessel for alchemical reactions, offloading completed products being one of his uses.

His mana-filled stomach finally started disappearing between his thighs as he lay on his side, the glowing blue potion still pumping from his length as he neared the last tens of gallons contained within his sloshing form. The blue glow seeping through his soft belly fur started being obscured as his mildly (for a taur) swollen lower stomach peeked between all four of his lower limbs. Shaylor continued to gently massage over him, moving both her hands to his gently glowing sides, caressing their still bulging roundness as he sloshed and came.