Prisoner
A bright, fluorescent light, exploded against the darkness, illuminating the cold, clinical room; the barren walls, nothing but white tiles, the ceiling and floor, polished marble that reflected the artificial light, glinting gently as the poor quality bulbs flickered overhead. In the centre of the room lay an enormous stone slab, gently sloping downwards, a comatose individual lay prone on the object; his wrists and ankles bound by heavy leather straps, his thick lizard-like tail swayed gently, seemingly with a will of its own. The dragon half-breed was a stark contrast to the cold atmosphere of the room in which he was trapped; his bright red and yellow fur shone out against the white palette of his prison, all eyes would be drawn to him, if indeed anyone was watching.
His head stirred with slight movement, as he gradually awoke from his drug-induced slumber; his bright green eyes slowly opened, only to snap back shut as the sudden rush of bright light entered his corneas, forcing an involuntary grimace across his snout. Ember grunted slightly as he began to realise the extent of his predicament. He tried to move, but could not; his arms and legs were completely immobilised by his leather restraints. Panic started to form on his face as the reality of where he was and what had been done to him, dawned upon the helpless animal. Coughing with fear, he jerked his head from left to right, desperately trying to find a way out of his predicament, but to no avail; there was no escape.
The captive Komodog forced himself to calm down; to breathe and take stock of his situation. The barren-white walls stared back at him as he glanced around the room; his naked body greeted him as he stared down the angle of the slab to which he was strapped, a slight breeze ruffled his fur gently as he tried to flex his arm muscles; testing the strength of his straps. It was no use; they were completely solid; no amount of struggling would set him free. His head lolled backwards and hit the slab with a dull thud. Panting heavily from the exertion, he opened his mouth to scream, to yell, in the vain hope that it would summon someone to rescue him, to set him free.
"Help!" he hollered, his lungs hoarse from dehydration and lack of food, "is there anyone there? Where the Hell am I!"
A low grinding noise answered his call; like the sound of twisting gears and moving cogs, the slab was slowly starting to stand more and more upright, and Ember's panic only increased as it did. After about a minute of screeching machinery, the captive lizard found himself stood completely upright, yet pinned in place to his stony prison. A second noise, a low humming, like something out of a bad science-fiction film, followed the grinding gears almost immediately, as a pure white panel descended from the marble ceiling. It came to a rest about a foot away from Ember's face, no bigger than a computer keyboard.
He squinted at the object in front of him; it seemed to reflect an almost impossible amount of light, making it hard to look at it for any length of time, yet at the same time he found himself compelled to focus on it. Slowly, words began to form on Ember's vision, in the same way that patterns form when one blinks too much in the wake of looking at a computer screen. The lizard swallowed thickly, a gnawing fear of what was to come settling over him like an unwelcome guest. Ember muttered the words he saw to himself over and over, trying to decipher their precise meaning.
"Alone you lie, no-where to run, it's time to try, all that I have to offer, try it all and you will not run, you will not move, you will stay here forever"
A sudden movement in the corner of his eyes distracted him, and forced his attention elsewhere; the stone slab rapidly rotated 90 degrees, and brought the Komodog face-to-face with a large nozzle, pointing directly at his quivering mouth. His eyes widened at this surprising new element to his situation, and a look of slight bewilderment and confusion slowly crossed his face; surely this innocuous looking device could not be the herald of doom portended by the tablet's message? Ember's thoughts were cut aggressively short, as the nozzle thrust itself directly into his mouth, and a series of powerful clamps emerged from the sides of the device, planting themselves firmly down on his muzzle, sealing it tightly shut. The Komodog could do naught be make a muffled squeaking noise as the nozzle slowly began to whir into life.
A high-pitched noise emanated from inside Ember's mouth as the nozzle poured forth a rich, thick, creamy substance; it filled every inch of his closed-shut maw, the sickly-sweet scent penetrating through his skin and into his nostrils. He couldn't believe his taste-buds, nor his nostrils, but it was impossible to mistake the taste; it was chocolate! His eyes widened in a look of confusion, but he had no time to register what was going on; the sheer volume of the sweet viscous fluid in his mouth was forcing its way down his throat and into his stomach. Ember's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the flow not only continued, but increased in speed. At first the sensation was slow, but now it was aggressive and highly forceful; his stomach felt like it was approaching maximum capacity, but still the flow continued.
A most curious sensation began to ripple across the Komodog's body; starting with his belly, it tingled across him like a wave across an ocean. He felt his midsection groan and protest slightly, but there was no denying what was going on... it was growing. Slowly, but very surely, his once flat stomach was starting to gradually round out against his will. Ember's eyes bulged in his head with horror at what he was witnessing. He could feel soft fat padding out his form, gently rising moobs, like slowly growing mountains began to appear on his chest, and his belly protruded out, like someone was inflating a balloon within him. He tried desperately to stop the flow of the sweet chocolate, but it was far too strong; he could stop it no more than a man could stop the movement of the Nile.
Groaning to himself, he could do nothing but watch in morbid fascination as he grew fatter and fatter, rounder and rounder; his heavy moobs rested against a barrel-like belly that hung low, wobbling with every juddering movement from the captive lizard. His arms felt like anchors, weighed down by increasingly huge volumes of fat, jiggling with his struggled movements; his rump felt like jelly, slowly pressing outwards against the cold stone underneath him. The nozzle showed no signs of slowing down, and Ember kept on growing fatter. With every passing moment, his body became more and more engulfed by the increasingly softer flab, and his movements became more and more sluggish; unable to fight against the fat that was taking over his once gentle frame.
The grinding gears of the stone slab started up once again, but Ember could barely hear it over the whine of the nozzle, and the gurgling, sucking sounds of his body becoming overwhelmed by pure fat. The slab was changing him from his upright position to one where he was facing the bright white ceiling; it did so at speed though, not like the previous time it had moved. His newfound belly rippled aggressively as he came to rest in his new position, undulating and wobbling as he settled, and growing all the time; Ember could see nothing but his monstrously fat stomach as he glanced downwards, it was starting to force his legs apart from sheer volume. Another strange noise joined the orchestra of the bizarre that was his prison, yet Ember could not see the source of this one. However, he did not have to, as he felt the owner of this sound, seconds later.
A long smooth shaft was probing gently at his tight tailhole; despite the restraints, the nozzle, and the still increasing size of his body, he managed to let out a gasp of shock as it pushed itself deep inside of him without any warning. A look of ecstasy mixed with fear was worn upon as his face; as it started to rhythmically push back and forth inside of him, slowly at first, but it began to swiftly pick up speed. He could feel his expanding buttocks gently swallowing the foreign object as it continued to violate him; Ember was horrified, but could not stop his body's natural reaction to this intrusion...
The Komodog's thick cock began to slowly rise as he became more and more aroused by the shaft's delectable thrusting inside of him; he had almost forgotten the flow of chocolate, and his now blimp-like belly that was bouncing and wobbling fiercely with the motion of the thrusting. Groaning in pleasure, he felt his member rubbing against the warm, cushion-like fat of his gargantuan belly, giving him enough friction to feel as though he was going to climax at any moment. Everything seemed to slow down momentarily; everything that had happened up until this moment suddenly no longer mattered, as Ember let out a cry that only he could hear, and he came long and hard, his orgasm sending waves of pleasure across every inch of his bloated body, as cum spewed out all over the base of his belly's vast, wobbling overhang.
Ember panted, exhausted from the experience, but the chocolate was still flowing, and his belly was still growing... he wasn't done yet...