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The following story focuses on the description of erotic acts with little backstory or plot and contains fetish material that may be offensive to some readers.

Main theme: Loss of Control Secondary themes: Dragoness, Pregnancy, Labor, Egg laying, Squirting, Inflation

CONTINUED FROM PART 4:

("But you barely got to cum at all," I replied, referring to her ejaculation fluid.

"I know." Her belly heaved with each breath. "And now I'll have to wait.")

I did up my pants, still breathing heavily from the intense session. Katrina remained on her back as I gathered the latest two eggs. After adding them to the bag with the rest, I realized the dragon only had three more inside of her but she was just as large as when I first saw her. This was equally worrying and arousing.

"Probably best to keep moving," I said as I offered my hand.

With my help and a bit of a struggle, she got back on her feet and snatched up the egg bag. We resumed walking toward the spot where I had first seen Katrina. She had her hand under her belly to help support the weight. Her pace was leisurely, with a slight waddle to her step. I walked beside her, taking in her entire form. With only a few eggs left, the whole event would soon come to an end.

I would miss her body... Her milk-filled breasts that bounced and jiggled as she walked. Her strong legs with thick thighs that curved sharply into her large, smackable bubble butt that barely quivered with her heavy steps. Even her long tail that started from just above her ass and ended five feet behind her in a spade. But most of all, I would miss her huge pregnant belly that jutted out from her upper body like a perfectly round dome, as firm and smooth as it looked and heavy with eggs and juices.

"Still nothing?" I asked.

"M-mm," she responded in confirmation.

While her pace remained steady, she began occasionally taking deep breaths, in which her entire belly would expand and contract. At first, the breaths occurred every ten steps or so, but they gradually increased in frequency. Her pace began to slow when every breath was a deep one.

"I feel so heavy," she said.

Her free hand rested near her navel as if to stop her swollen middle from getting larger. It may have been my imagination, but her belly did seem a bit bigger. For certain, her deep breaths were much less visible in her abdomen.

"Let me see," I said, walking in front of her. She stopped and I placed my hands on her roundness. It was hard as a rock, but warm to the touch. I was reminded of feeling a forehead to check for a fever.

What surprised me most was her complete lack of reaction to my touch. No jolt of arousal, moaning, or even a slight shudder.

Katrina groaned through a breath and said, "I don't feel well."

I quickly moved to her side and asked, "Are you gonna be sick?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so. I just feel so full."

Her body was in overdrive to produce pre-cum and cum juices, but she was going through a refractory period. Only deep breaths could supply her compressed lungs with air.

I decided to try and stimulate her by touching her clit, which was barely moist; the most dry I'd ever felt it.

"Ah!" She winced and shook her head. "Still too sensitive."

"Damn." I quickly contemplated our options. "Are you okay to walk?" I asked.

She responded by shifting her grip on the plastic bag and starting to walk again, her breaths deep and her brow furrowed in discomfort. I resumed my position on her right. Her tight belly rocked with every step, often accompanied by a grunt.

After a few minutes, I could see the tables and chairs where I had first met Katrina.

"We should have gone the other way from the start," I said. "There's a school with a big field where we could have stayed."

"That sounds--ngh--like a good place to finish," she replied through uncomfortable steps.

I was about to tell her to speed up her pace, but she didn't look like she could handle it. Her back was arched more than usual and a hand pressed on the side of her belly for stabilization. Her spherical abdomen was now obviously larger, carrying her engorged breasts higher than before.

"Do you want to take a break up there?" I asked, referring to her original resting area.

"No." Her response surprised me. "I might not be able to get back up," she explained.

"But you just have to cum again," I said, not fully understanding her explanation. "...Maybe a few times," I added, taking her new size into account.

"I know, but I don't feel well," she groaned. "I'm not really in the mood anymore." Her queasy face confirmed her statement.

"Alright," I said warmly. I felt bad that I couldn't help her out. All I could do was wait until her body was ready.

Trekking on, I marveled at Katrina's ability to maintain a rather graceful gait, her hips tilting as they gently swayed. Her abdomen continued to grow, though not quite fast enough to be observed. We passed by the familiar setting in silence. By the end of the block, I could just make out where the road ended in a hill down to the field a couple more blocks away. I used the quiet as an opportunity to reflect on the time spent with my unlikely friend. I tried to recall every visual detail, to better solidify the memory in my mind. Before I knew it, we were standing at the top of a long wooden staircase built into the grass leading down to a sports field next to a high school.

Katrina grunted as some liquid spattered the ground between her feet.

"Contraction?" I asked excitedly.

She shook her head. "M-mm. An egg moved down." A big egg shifting into position had forced a tiny amount of ejaculate out of her and was now acting as a dam.

I bent down to look at her crotch. There was no bulging from what I could tell. In fact, for the first time since I'd seen her vagina, her clit wasn't visible. Looking up, her enormous abdomen eclipsed the rest of her. It was simply monstrous--larger than I'd have ever thought possible (which was saying a lot, as my perception of what was possible had greatly increased since meeting Katrina).

"Well, we're almost there," I said as I stood up.

After taking the first couple of steps down the steep stairs, I stopped and turned to offer my hand in assisting Katrina. She took it and turned to the side so that she could see her foot before carefully stepping down. The stairs weren't too steep, but I kept worrying that with each heavy step, the dragon would lose her balance and come tumbling down, flattening me like a steamroller.

After a few dozen steps, we reached flat ground. As we approached the gravel track surrounding the field, Katrina stopped abruptly.

"What's wro--" I began to ask.

"Shhh," she interrupted, looking to the left.

Stepping forward to look past Katrina's large figure, I could barely make out a small group of teenagers huddled together in the darkness near the baseball diamond on the other end of the field. I couldn't hear them talking, but there were a few short bursts of playful laughter. Then they started walking. Toward us.

We both began to panic internally and looked to the nearest structure: a small metal shed for sports equipment storage. I scurried over to it, Katrina right behind me, and flung the doors open, almost hitting the dragon's stomach. I felt some relief when I saw that the inside was mostly empty, though I wasn't sure if Katrina would fit.

"Get in," I whispered.

Knowing we were tight on space, she gently tossed the sack of eggs to the side of the shed before stepping in sideways. There was easily enough height, but the depth and width were barely accommodating with only inches to spare, her butt pressing against the cold metal. To make room for me in the only space possible, she angled her abdomen upward as best she could, arching her back with a hand below her navel. I ducked in, squatting under her belly, my face one foot from her crotch. We pulled the doors closed.

In the pitch-blackness, the only sounds we heard were our own asynchronous breaths. I breathed out of my mouth to be quieter while my heart pumped from adrenaline, in contrast to Katrina's slower but heavier breaths through her large nostrils. My eyes bugged out, straining to see anything but darkness while we listened for outside noise.

After my heart rate slowed down, I carefully fished my cell phone out of my pocket, silently propped it against the doors, facing inward, and turned it on for lighting. The first thing I saw in its dim glow was the head of a lacrosse stick between Katrina's feet. The shaft was against the wall, disappearing between her butt cheeks, where it would have to remain until we evacuated our cramped hideout. The next thing I noticed was that the dragon's vagina wasn't as tightly closed as before, her clit becoming visible. I hoped we wouldn't be stuck in the situation for long.

A sudden unintelligible vocalization from outside broke my hope and made me hold my breath for a few moments until I heard more and realized they were still not close. When I let out my breath, I heart Katrina inhale sharply.

"Are you okay?" I asked so quietly I could barely hear myself.

"Your breath," she whispered.

I closed my mouth in confusion, then realized where her pussy was situated, relative to my face, and understood. Her clit had grown slightly larger. I stared as it continued to swell for a full minute without the help of my breath. Her thighs muscles briefly flexed. As her arousal and sensitivity had obviously returned, I had to be extra careful.

I knew what was approaching, but still hoped that this time would be different. That her arousal would halt and then fade back to nothing, letting us hide in peace until the coast was clear. But I knew by now that her body couldn't be stopped once it was on its path to climax.

As her breaths became heavier, she switched to using her mouth. Her clit was fully swollen at the top of her glistening pussy, begging to have its delicate velvet touched. A viscous drop hit the floor. The noise was amplified by the silence.

I saw a baseball glove near my right foot and decided to drag it over to catch future drips. In the motion, I carelessly nudged the lacrosse stick, which, in turn, elicited a grunt from Katrina. Her legs flexed. Her pussy twitched. I quickly shut my eyes just before a shot of pre drenched my face.

"Sorry," she panted.

"It's okay," I responded, wiping my face with my hand. "Is there any way I can slow it down?"

"Just," she whispered through deep breaths, "don't touch me."

As close together as we were positioned, that would be actually easy enough if I didn't move. When her breathing became quieter, I noticed a familiar low frequency noise. Her belly was rumbling. It sounded like the deep growl of an angry dog right above my head. Katrina straightened her back and let go of her stomach, allowing it to lower until I could feel her scales tickle my hair. I shortened my neck in case she could feel it too. She made a fist next to her thigh, displaying her mental battle.

I subconsciously licked my lips and was met with an unexpected sweetness. Realizing what it was, I immediately regretted my action. My genitals began to tingle and a wave of arousal washed over me. I went from completely soft to rock hard in seconds. All I could do was focus on not letting Katrina know. As my own surprise climax rapidly approached, I started breathing harder than the dragon. I remained as still as I could while I secretly ejaculated in my pants, my ragged breaths in time with my sticky spurts. It felt like minutes until my orgasm subsided. Wishful thinking told me that I'd gotten away with it, until I heard Katrina sniffing the air.

"It smells like..." she whispered to me. "Did you just--"

"No," I lied terribly.

The dragon's breathing increased, along with her rumbling, until it sounded like she was having an asthma attack without the wheezing.

"Katrina, breathe!" I whispered loudly. "Deep breaths!"

She tried to control her lungs, taking longer, shaky breaths. With each deep inhale, I felt her largeness touch my hair even though I hadn't moved my head.

"That's it. Just relaaax," I whispered, trying to calm her. As her belly pressed down on my head, I could feel the rumbling vibrate my skull. "Can you lean back?" I asked.

"Sorry," she replied as her belly lifted off my hair.

The outside voices sounded again. They were the same distance away. I wished they would just leave. What was so great about hanging out near a school anyway?

Katrina's cunt clenched for a moment. I could practically see her enlarged clit throb with desire. The rumbling grew more intense, though her breathing remained relatively calm. I began feeling her front touch my hair again.

"Lean back again please?" I whispered.

"I am," she responded.

Not a moment later, the shed began to vibrate beneath my feet, startling me. It took me a few seconds to realize that her belly was now touching the wall behind me. Her body was still rapidly producing ejaculate for her impending orgasm.

Her pussy clenched twice in quick succession.

"Watch out," she warned as her vagina pushed open to eject another shot of pre.

I quickly raised my hands to protect my face. The liquid splashed off my hands like water that was blown out of a thick straw. As I wiped my hands off on my pants, an even larger shot of pre hit my face, drenching it again.

"Shit," I whispered while trying to wipe my face dry, focusing around my nose and mouth. I used my shirt to get the last bit of wetness.

"Sorry," Katrina breathed. "I can't always feel it coming."

"It's okay," I whispered back again. "I'm just trying not to let any get in my mouth again. And please try to relax; you're too big already." Her belly pressed down on my head like a giant basketball.

"I can't; it's only getting stronger." Her rumbling grew stronger indeed, like a kettle reaching a full boil. "More pre," she warned, allowing me to deflect a couple more short but powerful squirts. "Ohhhhhh here comes a contraction..." she moaned.

"Not so loud!" I whispered.

She quieted her vocal chords but her rumbling adopted the volume. My head felt some relief as her belly shape shifted to put extra pressure on the eggs inside. I watched her thighs tighten up and quiver as she rode out the contraction, trying to maintain some control over her body. Half a minute of suppressed moaning later, her belly loosened from diamond to granite, weighing back down on my head.

"I feel like I'm going to burst," she whispered. "I can't handle another contraction." Her rumbling quickly rose in intensity. "Shit--more pre," she added quickly.

My hands were already in position as I had been watching her pussy tighten up in pulses again. A couple squirts hit my hands, followed by steady trickling like that of a rain gutter onto the baseball glove below her. She began grunting as more precum shot from her hole, which I continued to easily deflect.

"Ngh--too big," she muttered with a grunt and proceeded to fill her lungs with a quick deep breath, cradling her belly with her arms, causing her scales to lift off my head.

The shed stopped vibrating. All I could hear was the rolling thunder in her belly and her precum either dripping onto the leather glove or splashing against my palms. Katrina was holding her breath to keep her tummy sucked in. I liked the idea of Katrina reducing her size, but I didn't know how long she could keep it up.

Her leaking slowed, but her pussy lips and clit trembled with the cum-building vibrations. Her belly inflated faster than before, reclaiming its size and approaching my scalp. It began to jostle and bob as the dragon fought against the urge to exhale. She quickly slid her arms to the top of her expanding belly before they got trapped underneath. Finally, she let the air out heavily through her nostrils, causing her belly to expand rapidly and shove my head, knocking me back and onto my elbows, consequently making me kick the lacrosse stick. The dragon was wedged so tightly that her sensitive body couldn't even lurch, but she gasped deeply and moaned in anguished pleasure.

"I can't hold back anymore," she said breathily and high-pitched. The shed rumbled like an earthquake.

"I'm opening the door," I said quickly, wanting to get out of the line of fire more than I wanted to stay hidden. I slid forward on my butt and reached up to my left to open the shed doors but all I felt was smooth metal and a dragon belly. A realization struck me with panic: the latch was on the outside. Right next to my face, I caught a glimpse of white inside Katrina's widening hole. I began to push and pound on the doors desperately while the dragon moaned again. "Katrina wait! We're locked in!" I shouted over the sound of vibrating metal.

"I'm gonna cum," she said. The egg was sliding forward and backward inside of her, rubbing right against her G-spot. Though she could barely move, she was grinding her ass cheeks against the wall and the lacrosse shaft. "Ohhhhhhh..." she moaned as loudly as her belly rumbled.

"Wait! Open the door!" I yelled, hoping she was strong enough to force it open.

Apparently she wasn't completely ignoring me because she gave the door a couple jabs with her elbow, which produced dull thuds as her belly absorbed most of the vibration.

"Oh shit; contraction," she said. "Ow, ow, owww..." Her overfilled uterus began to cramp up around its contents. "I'm too full! Ungh, oh godsss..." she groaned and bounced on her knees, her belly rubbing hard against the walls a couple inches up and down. "Haah! I can't even push! Jake, make me cum--it hurts!" she pleaded and grunted, the pain working against her pleasure.

"No way," I responded, lying back on my arms and staring at her pussy in fearful anticipation.

The dragon took deep breaths and blew them out, finally sounding like a typical woman in labor, with the exception of her frighteningly loud abdomen. More of the egg became visible as the pressure inside of her pushed it out. It stopped after opening her hole about five inches wide. Her breath slowed as her belly re-inflated against the walls, followed by increased rumbling, followed by a crescendo of moaning.

"Here it comes," she uttered as her moans changed into quick pants.

"Okay, I'll catch it. Just don't push too hard," I said, thinking she was referring to the egg.

"No; I'm gonna cum," she said through her panting.

There was no holding back anymore. Mt. Katrina was about to erupt. She might as well have been unconscious and on the verge of having a wet dream.

"Ohhh yes! Yes!" she cried in pleasure, groping her breasts until streams of milk flowed over and down her belly.

"No!" I shouted.

"Mmmmmh! Feels so good!" she moaned, the shed rumbling like a rocket ship about to take off.

"Open the door! Now!!" I demanded.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned louder. "Ohhh shit! OH SHIT!! OH SHIT IT'S COMING!" She slammed her hands against the shed walls. "HERE IT COMES!! HERE I CUUUUMMMMMM--AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Before her first egg could shoot out, I swiftly brought my hands up and tried to keep it inside of her.