{"sf1_id":2106478,"sf2_id":"dmWP95wn","title":"A Fulfilling Lunch","author":"Subcutaneous","words":5677,"posted_at":"2024-02-18T15:52:42.000Z","tags":["Belching","Breaking Furniture","Corpulent","Ejaculation","Fat","Feral Dragon","Magic","Mobility Issues","Morbidly obese","Obese","overweight","stuffing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2106478-a-fulfilling-lunch","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmWP95wn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/03/d8/03d88532-618d-442a-b9bd-bd77c4c98064","description":"When a university student eats a tampered meal and gets turned into an obese dragon, it felt like a dream come true. So when the headmaster intends to turn him back, he has to convince him otherwise without disclosing his true feelings.  \n  \nRating: Adult  \nWord Count: ~5600 Words  \nTags: Sudden Transformation, Human to Obese Dragon, Mobility Issues, Stuffing, Belching, Fat-play, Ejaculation, Complete Self-Indulgence, MC loves his weight, Fantasy, Furniture-breaking  \n  \nThis took way longer than it had any right to. In any case, I hope you find my story entertaining. Criticism will be welcomed with open arms.","content":"It looked just like a normal sandwich. Two loafs of bread, some leaves of lettuce and  \nslices of tomato, with two pieces of cut ham stuffed in the middle – just as Henry had  \nleft it. But in this university, leaving food unattended for five minutes was five minutes  \ntoo long. He took his sandwich apart and thoroughly inspected every piece of it. It was  \nput back together, then had several arcane detection spells casted on it. His spells  \ndetected nothing amiss, but just to be safe, he dispelled his lunch. Twice. After that  \nrigorous bout of testing, he felt no apprehension at eating it.  \nWhich was why one of his haunches were pressing against the library's pillar.  \nThrongs of students crowded all around him, their whispers and giggles droning off the  \nwalls. Henry stood perfectly still on his new four legs, trying not to move his tail that  \nhad curved past the column to rest on several bookshelves nearby. His gulp trailed a long  \nway down his elongated throat. It was a relief he wasn't any bigger – the tip of his horns  \njust about grazed the ceiling, and the railings of the second floor were a handful of yards  \naway from his chest.  \nAnd if he was any bigger, he's sure that he wouldn't have been able to hold up his own  \nweight.  \nDespite his new dragonic body, his limbs strained to hold him aloft – already his  \nmuscles had started to burn with exhaustion. His lower back was pulled downwards, and  \nhis neck felt as if it was wrapped in large sacks filled with molten lead.  \nWhich was not surprising considering how fat he was.  \nThe bloated, crease-dotted sausage called his tail engulfed the tops of the bookshelves  \nand hung from the sides. In the gaps between the shelves, his tail-fat bulged downwards,  \nforming hanging masses of flesh. Sitting on either side of his tail were his haunches: a  \npair of humongous, globular ass-cheeks, each as wide as a full-grown horse – snout to  \ntail. They drooped down to rest on his encompassing thighs, which in turn hung down  \npast his knees to rest on his fatty calves. His back was a vast expanse of lard, creases and  \nfolds dominating the ocean of blubber, a pair of thick wings resting comfortably on the  \nnear-horizontal surface. The sheer volume of blubber forced his scales apart; so much so  \nthat his milky hide was more prominent on his body, his crimson scales now an  \narchipelago on the sea of creamy skin. There is no sign where his neck begins or ends,  \nmerely a sloping, fold-riddled, heaving mass of blubber that melds into his withers and  \nflows into his head. Instead of the royal, menacing visage of tooth and scale, he sported  \na plump, rounded face with a pair of bulging cheeks that sagged down to rest on either  \nside of his jowls. A large wad of fat swayed underneath his maw, growing in mass as it  \nsloped down to join his thick throat. Two immense jugs of fat hung limply from his  \nchest, full and heavy, each as large as a cart and so voluminous that if he were to heft  \none, his digits would be engulfed as the flesh cascaded off the sides. Squeezing his  \nmoobs flush against one another were his fore limbs: girthy trunks of lard that mirrored  \nhis hind legs in size, adorned with dimples as the fat fought for space between his  \nencroaching neck and plentiful bosom. Yet all of his engorgement paled in comparison  \nto his stomach.  \nThick curtains of fat billowed outwards from his back, dwarfing his generous rear,  \nmelding into the bulging barrel of blubber called his belly – a massive, heaving sack of  \nlard that hung to just above the floor. Multiple tables and chairs were engulfed by his  \npaunch, and if Henry were sitting somewhere even remotely populated, his gut would've  \nengulfed several students as well.  \nHe is a bloated, fold-riddled parody of a dragon, the very avatar of greed and vice. And  \nhe loved it.  \nThe broiling heat across his form, the immense weight pressing down his limbs and his  \nmonumental gut drowning the furniture – it all felt so empowering, so freeing. Already  \nhis newly-dragonic dick had engorged to rub against his stomach, soft shocks of  \npleasure buzzing at his groin. Yet he held no fear of ridicule – he is so hopelessly  \nburdened with lard, that between the drooping fat of his tail and space-devouring  \nhaunches, his genitals were completely swallowed up from sight. He could hear the tiles  \npopping underneath his claws, and the groans and creaks of the furniture as they  \nstruggled to hold his lard aloft. Henry silently prayed that this isn't a wet dream: that this  \nreally is all of him, that he really is this big of a dragon.  \n“Well.\"  \nHenry turned his head towards the second-floor balcony, his face and neck shuddering  \nfrom the motion. An old man dressed in a silver robe stood before him, weathered hands  \nclutching a gnarled staff, a gentle expression on his wrinkled face.  \n“Henry, I presume?\" The headmaster asked.  \nHenry nodded, his cheeks and maw-fat wobbling while ripples raced down his  \nvoluminous neck.  \n“I'm terribly sorry about this,\" the wizard said, brushing away a strand of gray hair from  \nhis eyes. “We'll try to revert this spell as soon as possible.\"  \nThe words pierced into Henry's mind and instantly doused his mood. He bit back the  \n'no' rising up his throat. What can he say? What possible excuse could he have? If they  \nhear that he enjoys being this, they'll have him thrown out of the university!  \nHis stomach suddenly released a loud, sustained gurgle, causing small ripples to race  \nacross his titanic paunch, briefly drowning out the din of the student's chatter. At once  \nthe whispers doubled in quantity, growing louder – more clearer. “What a fat-ass,\",  \n“Fucking bloated lump,\", “He's so cute!\"  \n“SILENCE!\"  \nSilence descended unto the room. Students shuffled nervously about as the headmaster  \nstood, red-faced, staring down at the mob.  \n“I expected a bit more \\*maturity\\* for last-year students,\" the headmaster bellowed,  \ngliding his gaze across the crowd. Tension sat heavy in the air. “Leave. Now.\"  \nThe students turned and filtered out of the library. Henry watched as his audience  \ndisappeared in a flurry of soles squeaking against tiles. What a shame; he'd started to  \nenjoy their comments.  \n“In any case,\" the headmaster said as the last of the students shuffled out, “we have  \nstrong suspicions that a \\*particular someone\\*\"-his voice grew strained for a  \nsecond-\"was responsible for tampering with your meal. But don't worry about him; let's  \nfirst worry about you.\"  \nHenry didn't nod – his legs felt as if on fire, and his lower back was aching and  \nthrobbing. He just can't hold himself up anymore – So he bent his limbs. Immediately  \nwood snapped and broke as his bulk descended upon the furniture, crushing it beneath  \nhim and trapping the ruined remains in an avalanche of adipose. His stomach wobbled  \nas it bulged to both sides, flooding the surroundings and pooling over his hind claws.  \nHenry lounged on his spreading stomach, his heavy moobs grazing the floor, sighing  \nwith relief as his limbs rested comfortably against his flesh.  \nThe wizard bit his lower lip and briefly glanced to the side, before looking back at  \nHenry. He cleared his throat: “You can still speak, right? Of course, if you don't want to  \nspeak I'll understand.\"  \nHenry took in a deep breath, his chest and stomach billowing out a few inches. “I can-\"  \nHe stopped. The voice rumbling out of his throat was deep and booming – befitting a  \ndragon such as he. But it was off: it sounded suffocated and slightly hoarse, and each  \nvocal was stretched out. It didn't help that his elongated tongue was hard to control, and  \nhis puffed-up cheeks kept impeding his jaw's muscles. He took in a breath. “I can  \nspeak,\" he finished, his maw-fat lurching with each pronunciation.  \n“Good, good,\" the headmaster glanced across his body. “Are you feeling ill? Any spots  \nof pain?\"  \n“No,\" Henry drawled out. The shattered remains of the tables pressed gently into his gut  \n– guilt panged in him. He motioned with his arm, the movement slow and difficult as the  \nflab billowed downwards. “Sorry.\"  \n“It's alright,\" the headmaster waved a nonchalant hand. “Now, Henry, before I can turn  \nyou back, I need you to vacate the premises – but don't worry. I'll help you.\"  \nConfusion filled Henry. “Why not here?\"  \n“Too dangerous,\" the wizard replied, passing his staff to his other hand. “Multiple Ether  \nfluxes permeate this building – rejuvenation spells might go horribly wrong.\"  \n“But how am I going to get out?\" Henry asked, savoring each slurred word his chubby  \nface produced. Gods, he even \\*sounds\\* like a fat-ass.  \n“By use of a portal. But for it to work, you need to be able to walk. Do you feel rested?\"  \nThe student-turned-dragon nodded again, relishing how his ample flesh quivered and  \nbobbed.  \n“Good. Please stand up.\"  \nThe sheer weight and enormity of his body became very, very real. Henry swallowed  \nnervously. “Do we have to do this now?\" he asked.  \nA nod from the headmaster. “Unfortunately, yes. Those same Ether fluxes grow more  \ndangerous the longer you spend near them in your polymorphed state. The less time we  \nspend here, the better.\"  \n“Okay,\" Henry answered. His nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath. “I'm doing it,\"  \nhe said, more to himself than to the wizard. He traced around with his claws, pushing  \naway his pooling flesh, before he found his footholds. Then he started to push.  \nInstantly the tiles shattered as his weight rocketed down his girthy limbs. His bulk  \nstarted to rise, dragging his gut upwards with it, the immense sack of lard receding and  \nmolding to his frame. Henry wheezed for air, the strain on his limbs increasing with each  \ninch he rose – then his limbs locked. Henry stood upright, the massive barrel of blubber  \ncalled his stomach brushing against the floor. He stood there for several moments,  \nwheezing for air, ceramic crunching underneath his claws as his intestines gurgled and  \nglorped.  \n“Very good, Henry,\" the headmaster said, nodding. He shifted his weight. “Were you  \never polymorphed into a quadruped creature before?\"  \nStill gasping, Henry shook his flabby head.  \n“Right. I want you to take a hind leg and step forward.\"  \nHenry's hind claws were planted firmly against the ground, locked in place by his  \noverbearing weight. “But won't I fall over?\"  \n“You won't,\" the headmaster sounded certain. “Take as small of a step as you can  \nmanage.\"  \nWith one last deep inhale, Henry lifted a hind claw off the ground. Stress immediately  \ncascaded down his same-sided fore arm as his body started to tilt. He swung his hing leg  \nforward – his haunch smacked his bulging flank and sent waves of fat rolling across his  \ntoppling body. Urgently, Henry threw his leg out to the side, the impact shuddering his  \nmassive ass cheek like a bowl of jello in an earthquake. Ton upon ton of his weight  \ncascaded into his limb: but he halted his topple. The abrupt motion sent large waves  \nrolling across his form, folds bobbing and shifting all over his expanse, moobs slapping  \nagainst one another. A stuttering groan rumbled out his paunch.  \nHenry slowly shuffled his other leg closer as his flesh continued to wobble. His body felt  \nlike a massive sack filled with jello, large parts of it swaying and lurching on its own  \naccord, pushing and pulling him wherever it jostled towards. He was a slave to his  \nadipose as it swung and hung wherever it liked, quivering and shuddering all the while.  \nEventually his lard quieted down, and he shimmied his hind legs together. He took in  \ndeep breaths, mentally wishing that the aching in his limbs stopped.  \nThe wizard's eyes widened: “Should we stop for a rest-?\"  \n“No,\" Henry slurred out. He just wanted this to be over with. “I try again.\"  \nThe headmaster nodded. The corpulent dragon stood for a few moments, marshaling  \nstrength. Then he swung his hind leg out and around his bulging flank. His claw  \nslammed into the floor, his heavy body bobbing from the impact. He then lurched  \nforward with his fore arm, landing with another slam, yet another thick wave of fat  \nrolling across himself. Henry stopped to wheeze, air rushing into and out of his taxed  \nlungs, before he swung out his other hind leg. His bloated tail was pulled forward,  \ndragging the tops of the bookshelves along with it, causing shelves to collapse upon one  \nanother in a cannonade of creaks and slams. Swallowing down the apology, he lurched  \nhis other fore paw forward. The former-student stood there, finally having taking a step  \nforward, feeling like he had just finished a workout.  \n“Good,\" the headmaster gripped his staff with both hands. “I will now open a portal.  \nNow, because of your… girth, it will need to be a large one. It will be quite taxing for  \nme, so please hurry as best as you can.\"  \nHenry panted for breath. All he wanted right now was a large refreshing drink and  \nsomewhere soft to lie down on. Was that really too much to ask?  \nThe headmaster raised his staff and started uttering arcane words. An oppressive  \natmosphere settled in the room, as if a heavy blanket had been thrown over the air. A  \npurple glow materialized several feet in front of Henry – then it started to yawn open.  \nHe watched as the portal revealed a lush field stretching out in front of him with wide  \nmountain-ranges lining the horizon. The sky was filled with a trails of clouds, looking  \nlike brushes of white paint smeared by a mostly-dry easel.  \nThe portal stabilized into an oval shape, a wavering line of purple surrounding the  \nmagical exit.  \n“Go, Henry, go!\"  \nThe well-beyond-obese-dragon took a sharp breath and started to waddle. He lurched his  \nhind legs around his wobbling, swaying belly, each heavy footfall sending quivers up his  \nrear. His scales shuddered a half-second behind each impact, his mass bobbing up and  \ndown in large waves, jostling his thick and throbbing cock. Tables, chairs and  \nbookshelves and their remains were dragged away by his undulating gut, scrapes of  \nwood against marble filling the room, his earth-bound tail dragging itself through the  \ncarnage. As Henry started to lurch through the portal, he noted how disconcertingly  \nclose his arms were to the sides of the portal. Yet he waddled on, and despite the  \ngrowing exhaustion in his limbs, he fell into a rhythm. He can get used to-  \nSomething clamped unto his flanks. Henry slammed his paws into the ground, arresting  \nhis momentum as his fore paws sunk deeply into the dirt. He didn't need to crane his  \nhefty neck around to know, but he did anyways. The sides of the portal bit into his  \nbulging flanks, dimpling the flesh and wedging him firmly into the gap. From where the  \nportal's edges were biting into his flesh, a faint cold permeated into his form.  \nA watermelon, cleanly sliced in half, surfaced in Henry's memory.  \n“Damn!\" urgency colored the headmaster's voice, “Suck in your gut!\"  \nHenry tenses his abdomen and tried to pull in his heaving stomach – a large ripple raced  \nacross his bloated body, yet his gut remained just as large as ever.  \n“Push!\"  \nThe former-student started pushing with his hind legs. His flanks compacted into  \nmultiple folds, and strained glorps and gurgles rumbled out of his gut. Henry pushed as  \nhard as he can, clawing deep troughs in the dirt as he scrambled for grip.  \nSomething in his flanks gives, and with a wet plop, Henry shot forward. He flung his  \nfore paws out against the ground – hits. Several tons of dragon fat cascaded into his  \narms, yet his arms held true. His hefty mass lurched forward, fat slapping against fat, the  \nmotion wobbling his massive moobs. Still, his tail sat far behind the open portal.  \n“GO!\"  \nHis limbs felt as if lit on fire, yet Henry forced himself to waddle forward. He wheezed  \nfor breath, air rushing into and out of his taxed lungs, heart beating fiercely in his thick  \nneck. Fat slapped and jostled against his limbs as his body became a wobbling, gyrating  \nmass with scales bouncing all over. Spots danced into and out of his sight. Finally –  \nthankfully – the last of his tail cleared the portal.  \nA pop met his ears. He peered past his wide rear. Where the portal once was, is now  \nempty air.  \nHe collapsed, hitting the ground with a dull thud, his stomach engulfing the  \nsurroundings. Hoarse wheezes rushed out his open maw as he desperately fought for air,  \nhis rapidly-beating heart feeling like it grew to fill his bloated body. Every inch of his  \nlimbs burned with exhaustion and pain. How far did he manage to waddle? Ten, fifteen  \nyards? Despite his discomfort, his erection grew only harder. He's such a fat-ass.  \nThe exhausted dragon lied there, panting his lungs out, the grass tickling his exposed  \nunderbelly. The sun shone mercilessly unto his pooling expanse. Henry languidly flared  \nopen his pudgy wings in an attempt to cool down.  \nMinutes passed before another, much smaller, portal opened. The headmaster stepped  \nout, looking rather worn and haggard. The portal snapped shut behind him.  \n“Are you well?\" the wizard asked.  \nStill Henry panted, the heat feeling like an oppressive blanket weighing him down. Why  \nmust it be so hot? “I'm\"-a couple of pants-\"alright,\" he responded.  \nThe headmaster frowned and lifted his staff aloft, a soft green glowing from it. Before  \nHenry could say anything, a bolt of light struck him on his side. Instantly the pain and  \naches of his body evaporated, leaving him feeling fresh – yet still overheated.  \n“Right,\" the wizard said. “I don't see any reason to delay this.\" Both of his hands  \ngripped his staff. “Don't worry,\" he said as an orange glow lit his staff, “the spell will  \ntake only a moment-\"  \n“Wait, wait!\" Henry took a deep gasp. “Don't!\"  \nThe headmaster froze, then slowly lowered his staff, the light flickering out. “It won't  \nhurt you, Henry,\" he said softly. “I promise it will be painless.\"  \n“It's not that.\" His mind raced to find excuses. C'mon Henry, think! “I want to… stay  \nlike this.\"  \nA frown caused several more wrinkles to appear on the headmaster's face. “I-I'm  \nsorry?\" the wizard said. “Do you not want to turn back?\"  \nSpell study? No, too easy to do. Dissertation? Worth a shot. “Yes. Sir, the reason-\"  \nThe headmaster's staff suddenly pulsed a dark red. The wizard glanced at the staff, back  \nat the obese dragon, then back again. “Apologies, but something urgent requires my  \nattention,\" he said. Then his eyes found Henry's. “We'll continue this discussion later.\"  \nDespite feeling rested, hoarse pants still raced into and out of Henry, the heat inside of  \nhim becoming unbearable. “Sir, I-\"  \n“If you need shelter, you can use the shed behind you,\" the wizard said quickly. “You  \ncan stay in there for the mean time. I need to go.\" And with a flourish of his staff, the  \nwizard disappeared. Henry lied alone among a field of wilderness – the unrelenting sun  \nfocused unto him.  \nThe well-past-obese dragon craned his neck around. The barn was just three dozen yards  \naway, its doors slightly ajar, the cool, darkened interior beckoning him closer. Flecks of  \npaint had peeled off the red structure, and ranks of ivy had started to grow up the walls,  \nbut otherwise it looked perfectly intact.  \nThe thirty-six yards seemed to stretch on and on, the divots and clumps of wild bushes  \npockmarking the way. His mind raced. What if he stepped on a depression? Softer soil?  \nWhat if his massive, inconvenient gut got stuck in the thick foliage? Gods, what if the  \nvery ground beneath him collapses? He bit down the worries – the heat is scorching.  \nHenry took several deep breaths, steeled himself, and began to push. Instantly his claws  \nshot into the ground, digging deep into the soil. As he slowly rose, his limbs began to  \nshiver from exertion, fat jiggling on their prestigious forms. Soon after he started to  \npant. Slowly, painfully, Henry's limbs locked and he stood upright, gut brushing against  \nthe grass. He remained there for several moments, wheezing for air, letting the strain  \nsubside.  \nThe massive dragon then started to waddle towards the shed. Shrubs cracked and  \ncollapsed under the swaying mass that is his belly. His tail dragged behind him, dragging  \na clear trail through the foliage. His ass kept slapping against itself as his neck bounced  \nin tune with each step he took. He stopped every few yards, gulping down air, fighting  \nthe urge to plop himself down. Inches crawled by as he slowly lurched his way forward.  \nHis joints throbbed and burned, and his throat is sore from all this excessive panting.  \nThe sun bore down on him, burning into every inch of him. Spots danced in his vision as  \nthe barn dragged itself closer. Just a couple more yards. Just a couple…  \nThe doors stood before him. Henry stumbled through them, smashing the doors against  \nthe walls, the door-frame brushing past his bobbing flanks. Finally – at long last – he  \nwas inside.  \nHe collapsed unto himself, gasping for breath, every single cell in his body burning and  \naching. The heat was overflowing, omnipresent, pressing in from all sides. His only  \nrelief was the stone floor - his pooling, still-quivering flesh eagerly absorbed its cold.  \nHenry spent the next several minutes wheezing, the heat gradually dissipating from his  \nfleshy body. He idly scanned the room. Instead of a dusty, decrepit interior of an animal  \nbarn, a clean and featureless room met him instead. The floor, walls and ceiling were all  \nthe same dull gray, and looked completely absent from any marks. Naturally, he  \ndominated the room, the walls at all points merely a yard away from him.  \nA flash of light behind him. Henry was turning around when he felt something hit his  \nrear. Immediately all the pain and stress in his body fled – yet the warmth was still there.  \nThe headmaster had to shuffle past Henry to stand in front of him.  \n“You feeling better?\" the wizard asked.  \n“Yes,\" Henry replied. He braced himself.  \nThe wizard passed the staff from hand to hand, eyes searching the ground for something.  \nThen he looked back up. “You very nearly died earlier.\"  \nThe words hammered into Henry's mind. He swallowed down a dry lump in his throat.  \n“Do you know why?\" the wizard continued, voice steadily rising in volume. “Because  \nyou are currently the fattest dragon I've ever seen! You can barely move without overexerting  \nyourself, you can't fit inside the student faculties anymore, and you are still  \npanting despite being hit with a rejuvenation spell!\" the headmaster leaned his head  \nforward. “Henry, it's late fall. You are overheating despite it being a couple of weeks  \nbefore winter!\" He slammed the ground with his staff. “I'm very interested as to the  \nreasons \\*why\\* you want to remain like this!\"  \nHenry tried to bite down his rising anxiety. \"I wish to study this spell's ef-\"  \n“Study!? You can barely fit through the largest portal I can make and you want to study  \na spell?\" disbelief colors the wizard's every syllable. “Pray tell, how are you going to  \nmanipulate the wands and alchemy ingredients? How are you even going to clean  \nyourself?\"  \n“Sir, I major in telekinesis. I can manipulate the items remotely.\"  \n“What about your physical activities? Are you going to throw them all away for\"-he  \nmotioned a hand at Henry-\"this?\"  \nI didn't do physical activities in the first place. “I've had my share of them, sir. I'll  \nmanage.\"  \nThe headmaster placed a hand on his forehead. “I'm astonished that you insist on being  \nthis\"-he paused and motioned a hand at Henry-\"this parody of a noble creature. Is your  \nneed for knowledge so great that you'll sacrifice your bodily integrity?\"  \nYes, old man. I want to be this. I \\*need\\* to be this. “I am making a dissertation on the  \neffects of polymorphia\"-A lie-\"and I desperately need actual data on it. There is barely  \nany material available on polymorphia, and I don't intend to look a gift horse in the  \nmouth. I understand that this seems humiliating and will make my stay here harder – but  \nI ask that you please allow me this opportunity. I'll pay whatever extra fees it takes to  \nhouse me.\" Henry surprised himself with his little speech.  \nThe headmaster stared at Henry, face clenched and eyes traveling up and down the  \nlength of the overfed dragon. Then a sigh broke from his lips. “If you insist on this  \nfoolishness, then I cannot stop you.\" He trailed his gaze towards the ceiling. “You'll  \nhave to stay here – we don't have anything else as large as this room. You'll have to  \nattend lectures using two-way portals. And, if you do not object, you won't be asked to  \ntake apart in extra-mural activities. Is that acceptable to you?\"  \nHenry stared at the wizard. Over and over again he replayed the words in his head. This  \nisn't happening – there has to be a catch. “Yes sir,\" he said.  \nThe wizard brushed the strands of white hair out of his face. “As for the fees… keep up  \nyour current academical performance and we'll waiver any fees you accumulate from  \nhere on out. Remember, my offer to turn you back still stands. If at any point you want  \nto be human again, just contact me.\"  \nThis is too good to be true. But it has to be true – it must be true. Something inside of  \nHenry's soul started to stir. He bowed his head, the folds on his neck bunching up.  \n“Thank you sir.\" He didn't need to fake the appreciation in his tone.  \nThe wizard waved his staff. In a flash of light, a floating orb appeared.  \n“If you need anything just look at the wisp and will it. Otherwise…\" the headmaster  \nlooked Henry up and down. “I wish you the best with your thesis.\"  \n“Thank you, sir,\" said Henry, nodding his head. “I appreciate this chance.\"  \nThe headmaster nodded his head. “Farewell.\" In yet another flash of light, the wizard  \ndisappeared.  \nHenry watched the space where the headmaster once stood for a long time. Then,  \ntelepathically, he closed the doors and drew the curtains close, plunging the room into  \ndarkness. Moments pass in silence. Then he relaxed.  \nA long, satisfied sigh exhaled from his maw as he snuggled into himself, feeling more  \ncomfortable than he remembered feeling in a long time. There so much of him,  \neverywhere, pooling across the floor and filling up most of the room. Gods, this feels so  \nright.  \nA stuttering groan erupted out of him, sounding like an ancient sea-creature in its death  \nthroes. Henry watched his hide ripple like a pond struck by a barrage of stones, felt his  \nlard lapping against his girthy limbs, let out shuddering breaths as his buried cock got  \nmassaged by his undulating flesh. As his immense gut sloshed and bubbled, a feeling  \nrose to his consciousness – hunger. A gnawing, empty void inside of him, begging to be  \nfilled. Henry gently placed a claw on his billowing moob. The headmaster \\*did\\* say  \nhe'll waiver any fees. Any fees.  \nHenry fixed his gaze at the magical floating orb. He closed his eyes and thought about  \nfood: steaming piles of grilled mutton, drowning in thick pools of barbecue sauce;  \nburgers stuffed with patties with rivers of sauces trailing down their sides; hills of  \npancakes drizzled with syrup. Drool dribbled down his chin before he realized his maw  \nwas full. He swallowed – then the smell hit him. It reached deep into his nostrils and  \ninto the back of his throat, sickly sweet and rich with aroma. He opened his eyes.  \nBefore him sat piles upon piles of food, cascading down over one another, completely  \nfilling the space between him and the wall. A few pancakes tumbled unto his brisket,  \nplastering unto his flesh, syrup trickling down his bosom.  \nAn ear-splitting gurgle roared out of him, hunger tightening its grip on his stomach.  \nSaliva yawned down from his open maw as he stared at the feast in front of him. Yet the  \norb hovered nearby. Silent. Staring.  \nForcing himself to turn away from the food, he stared at the floating wisp. “Can you be  \nused as a remote view-port?\" Henry slurred, saliva dribbling down his chins.  \nThe orb froze in the air. Several seconds crawled past. “No,\" it replied.  \n“Get out.\"  \nThe orb wavered, then glided towards a window. Henry willed the window open, let the  \nwisp through, the slammed it shut. Closed the curtains.  \nHenry turned back to his feast. Then plunged his maw straight into it.  \nPancakes, burgers, steaks – all of it were crammed into his mouth. Taste exploded across  \nhis tongue, dough and meat mixing into a heavenly conjuncture. He swung his head  \nback and swallowed the mawful whole. The food cascaded down his throat, a few errant  \nsteaks and pancakes dropping out of the corners of his maw, slapping against his cheeks,  \nbefore tumbling down his neck, leaving smears of sauce and syrup as they go. A muffled  \nmoan emits from deep within his chest as the bounty travels to his empty stomach. Then  \nhe lunged for more.  \nHenry choked down mawful after mawful, gulping down batch after batch, letting his  \nhunger take control. Smears and trails of sauces trickled down his constantly shuddering  \nneck, droplets spraying whichever way whenever Henry bit down for more. He can feel  \na growing pressure and heat in his enormous stomach as it was being stuffed with food.  \nYet his hunger did not end. His gut started to feel as if packed full of rocks, yet still he  \nate. A sweet tingling rose in his throat, and the sour taste of vomit edged just behind his  \ntongue. Yet still he ate – until all was gone.  \nHe eased his head unto his voluminous neck, tongue lapping at the sauces staining his  \nlips. He looked at the vast empty space that used to be a banquet for hundreds. Now all  \nof it is inside of him, tightly packed into the massive gut that fits a big dragon such as  \nhe. His dick throbbed and ached, a burning pressure at his loins, his seed desperate for  \nrelease. Henry let himself feel just how much space he took up, how far the wobbles and  \njiggles raced across his bloated body, how stuffed and full he is.  \nHenry leaned to the side, tucking in his one side's limbs while pushing with the opposite  \npair. He pooled unto his side, adipose billowing out his flank to engulf the earth. His  \ntucked-in limbs were buried under tons of tons of dragon lard, pinned against the floor  \nby his sheer weight, rendered completely immobile – yet comfortable. His undulating  \nwaves of fat kept slapping his dick and edging himself tentatively close to release. A  \nloud, deep moan rumbled out of him. He's so \\*heavy\\*!  \nInstinctively his free fore arm reached towards his needy dick – his bloated limb barely  \nstretched past his brisket before his lard halted his movement. He is completely pinned  \nagainst his side by the ocean of lard jutting out his midsection. He's not even sure he can  \nright himself again.  \nExcitement and lust shot throughout his body, great shivers racking his form, the  \nimmense amounts of lard quivering like a lake during an earthquake. He reached down  \ntowards one of his sagging moobs, gripped the side of it, and lifted it up. Immediately  \nhis arm strained as the weight tried to pull itself back down, forming a tear drop shape as  \nhe pulled, sauces and foodstuff trailing down its impressive size. Slowly he raised his  \nmassive moob away from the other, before dropping it.  \nA wet slap filled the room as the moob impacted the other, causing both to erupt in wild  \nripples, waves of fat rolling across his expansive form. Henry started rubbing and  \nfondling his flank, letting ripple after ripple race throughout him. A pressure started to  \nform in his gut as it glorped and slurped, rapidly rising through him and into his throat as  \nhis cock crested the threshold. Henry opened his maw.  \nThe burp ripped out of his maw and hammered into the room, the doors and windows  \nrattling. His entire face and throat became a rippling mass, folds shifting and bobbing up  \nand down as the waves raced across them. Henry threw himself into the burp, letting out  \nthe massive volume of gas, slapping and fondling his engorged flanks all the way. He  \nlifted his hind leg, a large slab of fat dropping down to rest on his groin, as he hit his  \nclimax. Thick, hot strings of seed erupted out of his penis, coating the entire lower shelf  \nof his stomach, shooting again and again. His claws clenched as his body became locked  \nin joy. The wave goes on and on, the wet spot on his stomach growing, the large  \nvolumes of semen coursing down to the floor below. Then it ends.  \nHenry lied there, relaxing into his massive bulk, fondling his thick folds and expansive  \nflank. He thought about cleaning himself – but that felt like too much effort. With  \nanother deep belch, he lowers his head to rest on the floor. Everything feels right. He felt  \nwhole again, as if he had been drowning his entire life before this moment. He let rip  \nanother burp, feeling the gentle warmth of his over-compacted stomach luring him to  \nsleep. To think he just had to eat the right sandwich. Henry closed his eyes. And that he  \nof all people was the one to eat it.  \nSlowly, like a raft drifting out unto a calm sea, Henry went to sleep."}