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Brad could scarcely keep himself together. He felt dizzy, almost to the point of being sick. His entire body ached as if he had been stretched to the point of pulling apart then stitched back together. His vision was blurry and his hearing was dulled by a gentle humming tone that drowned out all other sound. His skin tingled, making it difficult to get a good read on what everything felt like. He did however know that he was laying on something hard and cold.

"Oh dear. You really have gotten yourself into a bit of trouble, haven't you Marcie?" asked a voice that eventually cut through a large degree of the hum in Brad's head.

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what went wrong. I followed your instructions to the letter." said another voice, smaller, somewhat timid.

"Well don't just stand there, help our guest up onto the lounge. He's probably been through quite a ride getting here. I suspect he's going to be out of sorts for a little while." said the first voice.

Brad tried to lift his head in order to cast about to find the sources of the two voices. Before he got the chance to, he felt a pair of hands scoop up under his shoulders. Or at least, he thought they were hands. They felt hand-like, but the skin was different. And the fingers had sharp points at the ends of them. If this person was a lady, she seriously needed to shorten and file down her fingernails.

"Wha-what happened? Where am I?" slurred the young man.

"You're in my lab. You've been taken on a rather intense trip and had a bit of a hard landing. Just try to take it easy. What's your name?" the more confident sounding voice asked.

His vision was beginning to clear up, but he was having a hard time making anything of what he was seeing. The shapes didn't make sense, at least not any kind of sense he was used to things making. He blinked blearily at the pair of figures, one far taller than the other.

"B-Brad. What do you mean... intense trip? I don't remember anything." the young man said.

He was still having a difficult time forming his words properly, but he was slowly regaining his finer controls.

"Hi Brad. I'm Patricia. This is Marceline, my apprentice. She was practicing a set of spells I'd assigned her to work on. I wasn't expecting her to have mastered them quite so quickly and well... we had a bit of an accident. We were trying to open a window into the void between realms and our window accidentally connected to your reality. You kind of fell through and landed flat on your back on the ground. Your head is probably still pretty tender." the voice calling herself Patricia said.

"Please allow me to express my most sincere apologies. It was a miscalculation on my part. I should have double checked my key terms before reciting." said the other voice, now identified as Marceline.

"Spells? Realms?" Brad said, lifting his hands to rub his eyes, "You make it sound like you're a couple of witches or something."

When he lowered his hands again, the young human's eyes fell upon the two ladies who had been speaking to him, and who had so thoughtfully helped him to the chaise lounge he was now reclined atop. His vision sharpened and he took in what appeared to be two creatures that could not possibly exist. One was tall and covered in dark scales. She had eyes of dull gold. Her face was framed by a large, meticulously styled quaff of pure white hair. One might have called it a mane.

The other was much shorter, possibly shorter than he was. That one was covered in red scales, looking almost like she could have been a living piece of cherry flavored candy. She wore a pair of thick, round glasses that looked just ever so slightly too large for her face. Her hair was simply managed and a lovely chocolate brown. Her eyes were hazel and there were a few hints of what looked like freckles on her cheeks.

Neither was human, though they were built similarly. They had two arms, two legs, as well as a torso and trunk that made them look very humanoid. However, they were both possessed of powerful curves, giving them a very rubenesque shape. The look was completed with a bust that would have made any plastic surgeon blush. They were both beautiful, but with hips as broad as theirs, no model agency would take them in. And that was a terrible, horrible shame. They were also completely naked. Everything was on display as though they simply didn't care. He was having a difficult time sorting out his feelings on the matter of what was before him.

He found the figures enticing, but they were uncovered. That didn't seem appropriate. And yet they didn't appear to mind. That alone was difficult to sort out. Then came the fact that they were dragons, actual dragons. They had scales, claws, muzzles, and fangs. He could even see their tails slowly swaying behind them.

"I am not a witch, thank you very much!" Patricia said haughtily as she crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm a sorceress! And I've got a class five license! Any higher and I could have a shot at being on the council!"

The shorter, crimson lady lifted a paw timidly and smiled a sheepish little smile.

"I'm just a witch. I'm still in training. I've only got a class one license, but I've got an apprentice permit so I can study well above my level." Marceline said.

"You're... you're... what are you!?" Brad said in shock, finally managing to sober up enough to react.

Marceline just blinked softly, staring at the young man in confusion.

"I thought we'd just explained that." she said.

"No, dear. I think he means what are we as in what species are we. I'm guessing he's from a world where our kind don't exist," Patricia said, moving to sit down on the floor, her legs crossed, which only made her slightly taller than Brad when he stood upright, "I'm guessing you don't have dragons on your world?"

The befuddled human shook his head, his eyes wide as he stared at the pair of them, darting from one to the other. He had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation.

"No... we don't! We've got stories but... they're just stories! Fiction! Made up to entertain people!" Brad cried.

"Well, we are very real. And you are probably going to need a bit to calm down from that little discovery. How's your head? You hit the ground pretty hard." Patricia said.

The tall, black-scaled dragoness leaned in and reached out to press a paw gently against the back of his skull, reaching around him to do so. The act brought her chest forward to almost rest in his lap. She was quite exceptional, making the human try to shrink and press back into the lounge for fear he might upset her for touching her inappropriately.

"I... I... I think I'm okay!" Brad stammered, lifting his hands to cover his eyes.

"Sir, I think he's not used to your size or the fact that we're not dressed. You remember how the delivery gryphon was last week, don't you?" Marceline asked.

Patricia leaned back and nodded, lifting a paw to her chin as she thought for a moment.

"You're probably right. Well, Brad, I'm afraid you're going to be stuck here for a while until we can figure out how to get you home. So you better get over all this blushing business. If you've never seen a pair of breasts before, well now you have. Get a good look at them. Probably not going to find a better pair around these parts. I made sure of that when I made them." Patricia said, waggling her eyebrows as she explained about her chest.

"M-m-made them?" the human asked, spreading his fingers apart just ever so slightly to peer between them.

He didn't get much of a chance to conceal his vantage. Patricia reached forward and gripped his wrists, her large paws dwarfing his hands. She then pulled them away from his face and smirked, enjoying 'traumatizing' boys who weren't used to a lady being so open about her body or her sexuality.

"I've a few specialties when it comes to magic. My favorite is body modification. I used to be a lot shorter and a lot less... well... just less in general. After I started tinkering around, I found I liked being big. Now tell me, and please be honest, this is for scientific research, do you like them?" Patricia asked, leaning forward to push her chest in against the young man.

Brad's face turned bright red as soon as she made contact. He couldn't help but take no small amount of pleasure in what was being forced onto him. But the fact that it was a dragon did tend to muddy the waters a bit in his mind. He swallowed hard anxiously and nodded as quickly as he could, lifting his gaze to keep his eyes locked with the black-scaled lady's.

"Y-y-yes! V-v-very pretty!" he stuttered out.

Patricia frowned and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you just saying that because you're afraid I might eat you?" she asked.

Brad's eyes widened and his pupils shrank to pinpoints. The notion had occurred to him, but he had hoped it had been only a remote possibility. Now she was actually suggesting it to be a likely result.

"Eat me!?" Brad blurted out in terror.

"I never eat a boy on a first date. He has to work for it," Patricia said, letting his hands go, "Though you are pretty cute. I just might make an exception if you ask nicely."

"Sir, I don't think that is something his people enjoy. I think his world still views it as something as a negative." Marceline said.

Patricia glanced over at her apprentice for a moment, then back at Brad. She did notice that while he was showing signs of arousal, likely due to the bean-bag-sized swells resting in his lap, he was still trembling quite badly. She sighed and sat back up properly, realizing she had taken it a bit too far.

"Fine, I'll stop teasing the poor boy. I guess a lady can't have any fun with a newcomer," she sighed and lifted a paw to inspect her claws as a lady might examiner he nails, "So what's the name of the world you come from, Brad? Do they have tall, powerful women there?"

"Earth!" Brad shouted, still alarmed by his predicament, "And... yeah, sorta! Nowhere near as tall as you though!"

"Easy there, sweetie. I'm right here, I can hear you. Just take a breath and calm down. You're going to be fine." Patricia said.

"S-s-sorry... please don't eat me!" Brad said, quickly raising his voice again.

The sorceress sighed and turned to the short, crimson dragon.

"Why don't you make us some hot cocoa for our friend? He could probably use something like that to steady his nerves." Patricia said.

Marceline nodded and stepped away, walking to a nearby table covered in books, scrolls, and papers, no doubt where a great deal of magical study was done. Brad couldn't help but watch in curiosity. A quick little spell was crafted by the candy-red dragoness as three mugs appeared in a blink. One was especially large, likely intended for bigger lady. The sorceress-in-training returned with the mugs, handing them out until everyone had one.

"Th-thank you." Brad said, his hands unsteady as he lifted the mug to his lips.

The gently steaming dark brown liquid it contained reached his tongue, making him wince softly before he carefully sipped instead of just pouring it into his mouth. Once he had gotten a handle on the drink, he was able to savor it properly and found it to be quite exquisite.

"I find hot cocoa is more soothing than tea sometimes," Patricia explained, then leaned in closer, "Would you like a little extra spice? I like to spike mine with a little peppermint."

Brad glanced down at his mug then back up to the tall, dark lady. Silently, he held out his mug for her to provide. Instead of dropping any pieces of candy or a splash of syrup, she exhaled a gentle breath across the surface of the cocoa. It swirled from the breath, creating a curious pattern on the surface. The scent of the flavor in question reached Brad's nose, making him blink and shake his head. When he took another sip, there was a stout addition of the flavoring to the cocoa.

"You can just... breathe on something and make it taste like peppermint?" the human asked in surprise.

"I prefer that little trick over breathing fire. Far more practical, less likely to burn down something on accident." Patricia said.

"Well that's a pretty neat trick," Brad said, then took another sip before speaking again, "So... um... how long do you think it'll be before I can go home?"

"Already tired of our hospitality? Here I thought you'd enjoy staring at a couple of naked ladies for a while longer!" Patricia teased.

"Sir?" Marceline asked, hoping to try and reign in her master.

"Oh fine," the dark dragoness said, "I'm not sure. Movement in the void between realms is random. The bubble that your universe is contained within likely just happened to cross paths with ours when we conducted our experiment. I can't guarantee we'll be able to get you back anytime soon, if at all."

"So, I might be stuck here?" Brad asked, sounding somewhat unhappy.

"I'm afraid so. We'll get you set up with a place to sleep since you'll probably be with us for a while," Patricia turned to look at her apprentice, "All other training is suspended for the time being. We need to focus on getting our little friend back where he belongs."

Brad lowered his gaze to the dark dragon's chest, biting his lower lip. Now that the initial shock of it all had worn off, he was thinking a little more clearly. He had been known to peruse certain websites online that were known for 'alternative interests' including the sort of thing staring him right in the face. And this was better than any drawing, no matter how detailed.

"Well, I suppose I could stay for a little bit." he said, taking another sip of his hot cocoa.

The days passed as the two dragons worked diligently on the problem of finding Brad's reality once again. The longer it took, the more hopeless it seemed. And the more comfortable the young fellow became with seeing two very attractive, very naked dragons around all the time. He even began losing some of his inhibitions. He didn't think much of only wearing his underwear after bathing. And pretty soon, even that went away. If they were going to be naked, he might as well be too.

He did feel slightly outmatched. They were both similarly equipped as he was, only they were more generously endowed. Marceline was fairly short compared to him, only coming up to his shoulders, but then he was on the tall side, and she looked like if she wasn't careful, she might end up dragging her 'manhood' on the ground. Patricia meanwhile was an entirely different story. She was monstrously endowed, which was partially due to the fact that she had to be around three meters tall. Her length was almost as long as one of his legs. And neither lady was at all opposed to simply fondling themselves when the moment struck them.

Once or twice, Brad was given similar attention; a quick rub or stroke from one of his hostesses. It was so strange to see such a thing be handled so casually. He'd thought things had been open back in college. This had put that to shame. A part of him found it very liberating and enticing, welcoming even. And that part of him was going to be sad to see this all go when he was finally sent home. The part of him that was holding out hope for that was getting smaller every day.

"So, how's it going?" Brad asked, walking up to the work table, testing out his newly acquired confidence in his own nudity.

Patricia stood looking down at everything that was spread out across it, reading the symbols and texts as she tried to ponder. Marceline meanwhile sighed and moved to stand next to the human, slipping an arm around his waist while one of her paws moved to his groin, idly massaging what features she was able to wrap her fingers around. It had been so quickly accepted that such was a common practice it startled Brad somewhat.

"We're having a difficult time of it. Sir is trying to figure out how best to track down the realm you come from, but there's another complication. Each realm is rather vast. If we just dropped you down into it wherever, you could end up floating in empty space. We would need to track down exactly where you fell through to our world." Marceline said.

"Yeah, I don't think I'd be too happy just floating through space." Brad replied, slipping an arm around the short, red lady, giving her a squeeze.

He hadn't gotten up the nerve to return the fondling affection yet. He still felt quite sure he might get slapped for doing something so frowned upon where he came from. His hostesses understood that and didn't pressure him, though Marceline did lean her head against his shoulder, finding his company to be welcome.

"With that little added layer of accuracy to get right, it might prove more difficult then we originally thought to send you home. The fact that we pulled you through is a fluke." Patricia said.

"So... I can't go home." Brad said.

"I'm not giving up. I'm just letting you know that it's not looking good." the black dragon said with a sigh.

"Well, thank you for trying anyway." Brad replied.

"Ugh, my brain is fried. I need to take a break and relax. Marcie, you should do the same. We'll come back at this with fresh eyes after we've loosened up a bit." Patricia said.

"Yes, sir. Should we let Brad go back to his room?" the red dragoness asked.

For a moment, the tall woman thought on the question, then grinned a little, shaking her head.

"Nah, he can join us if he wants to. I've been wanting to see what his kind is like." Patricia said.

"Sir would like for you to be part of our 'self care' routines," Marceline said, "She can be very vigorous. I would not fault you for declining."

"But you're not going to decline are you, Brad? You're curious about us, just as we're curious about you. You wanna see how well you hold up to a pair of ladies with dicks bigger than you, don't you?" Patricia asked.

Brad's cheeks flushed brightly as it dawned on what this 'self care routine' might be like. He couldn't help but find himself curious to try. The deft fingers working over his gently plumping length certainly told him they knew a thing or two about how to handle an inexperienced young man like himself.

"I don't know how I'd be able to please a lady as big as you. I'm pretty sure you'd be disappointed in my... skills." the young human said as he gazed up at Patricia.

"Oh don't you worry about that. I know how to have a good time with just about everyone. Why don't you focus on little Marcie first? I've a habit of being a little rough on her so it wears her out fast. I'll bet you could be more gentle." the dark dragoness said.

Before Brad could protest, the three suddenly floated up off the ground, the two dragons changing postures until they appeared to be lounging on either side of the young man. They drifted their way over to the chaise lounge that stood across the room. Once there, they floated gently back down, landing on top of the comfortable piece of furniture.

"I'm really not getting out of it this time, am I?" Brad asked.

"All you have to do is say 'no' and we'll let you out of it. But I've got a feeling you don't want to say no. You're curious enough to want to try, aren't you?" Patricia said, smiling a broad, wry smile.

There was something seductive about the expression when it was on her. She was trying to charm him by telling him what she could observe about him. And she wasn't wrong.

"Well, I... I suppose it couldn't hurt. I mean... it's not like I'm gonna catch the clap, right?" Brad asked.

"What's the clap?" Marceline asked.

"That's just a slang term for a sickness you can catch by being too... open... about your sex life, not being careful to take precautions or select your partners with discretion." Brad explained.

"Oh, there's plenty of that going around, but thankfully it's little more than embarrassment. Hell, some folks are actually into it. Stick around long enough and you might learn more about how things work in that department around here," Patricia said, "So, since you're interested, why don't you just get comfy with us?"

Brad looked between the two dragons he was currently nestled down in between, feeling a complex mix of emotions. It was enticing, but it was also intimidating. If he was indeed able to go home, he would never be able to tell anyone that he had managed to find himself involved with not just one but two dragons. But then he really didn't have much reason to tell anyone, especially since none of them would ever believe him. There was the concern for what they might have him engage in and his lack of skill, to say nothing of how easily he could accommodate them. But there was an underlying curiosity. Just what would it be like having sex with a dragon? What would it be like having sex with two?

In the end, it was an opportunity Brad found he simply could not pass up. He looked up at the big, black dragoness peering down at him from over her exceptionally generous chest and nodded.

"Sure... what harm could it do? I mean... you guys make it sound so normal." he said.

"Glad you feel that way. So then, why don't you start with Marcie? She doesn't have quite as much experience with boys as I do. You can help her get used to a few things." Patricia said, gently nudging the human towards the short, curvy red dragon.

"Are you sure, sir? I could sit back and watch if you'd rather." Marceline said.

"I'm sure. Just lay back and enjoy it. Brad, honey... how much experience do you have taking care of things like this?" Patricia asked, reaching past him to wrap her fingers around Marceline's spire.

It was already semi-firm and rapidly approaching the point where it could be 'of use'. Brad looked down to the candy-red lady's groin, taking in the size of her. It looked as if she had a third arm, at least when he took it in compared to the size of the rest of her. He could only imagine what kind of damage it could wreak on him. Still, in spite of his better judgment, he reached forward and joined in with the dark lady's appreciation of it. Marceline arched her back and began swaying her hips from side to side, enjoying two different sets of fingers caressing her.

"None, really," Brad explained, "But... there's always a first time for everything, right?"

"I like that attitude. Just do what you feel like you can. And don't worry about stretching yourself too far. I've got you covered." Patricia said, removing her paw from Marceline's shaft then cupped it against the lad's chest.

She ran her fingers up along his form, dragging those sharp little claws along his throat then along the underside of his chin. A curious little tingle rushed through him. She knew how to give him goose bumps rather easily, and they spread down the whole of his back in a wave of a shiver. With the sorceress' paw removed, Brad leaned forward and wrapped both his hands around the red dragoness' length. She squirmed softly, spreading her legs a bit wider as she watched him.

"I'll try not to let myself get too carried away." Marceline said.

"Carried away?" Brad asked.

"If you live with me, you end up getting a little sexually charged. Your appetite for it grows. You can kind of go a little wild. Marcie's still pretty tame, but she's finding her inner demon. All I can say is 'good luck, Chuck'." Patricia answered, nudging oh so softly against the back of Brad's shoulders.

With the encouragement, he scooted further still, pumping his hands along the now fully engorged rod before him. It was smooth and remarkably warm. The head had begun to glisten as moisture seeped downward, slowly coating the sizable length. Timidly, the young man leaned in and pressed the head to his lips. He let his tongue lash quickly across the top of it and withdrew. The act brought a soft purr from the red lady. She had enjoyed it. And Brad found he didn't think it to be so bad after all. He had imagined what it might be like to satisfy another man, and wasn't sure if he would be interested.

Now that he was here, doing pretty much that, he wasn't nearly as averse to it as he imagined he might be. Perhaps the fact that Marceline was certainly not a boy helped ease him into the notion. He leaned back in and pressed his lips to her length once more, this time easing the round, blunt tip past his jaws. It filled his mouth easily and gave him reason to reconsider just how far he was willing to go. She was quite the hefty thing to sample, after all.

Marceline meanwhile sprawled there on her back, one paw on her chest to fondle herself. The other reached out and ran through Brad's short, brown hair. Her jaws were parted in a wanton pant of exhilaration. The sticky ooze that had lightly coated the end of her length began to flow more freely, slathering the inside of the young man's mouth in clear, salty moisture. Brad thought initially that it was somewhat disquieting, making him want to retreat. But as he progressed, he found it to be tolerable. Then, quietly, he found himself actively enjoying it. It encouraged him further and he leaned forward more, pushing the dragon's spire into his mouth right up until the head bumped against the back of his throat.

For a hint of an instant, there was the familiar urge to gag. It settled quickly as Brad lifted his head slightly. He breathed hard through his nose, fearing that might be as far as he could go. So instead of struggling to push himself past the point of comfort, he did what he could where he was. The young man began to drag his tongue across the slick, warm flesh in his jaws. He could not describe what it was about it that enticed him so. He simply could not help himself. He lapped long and slow across what filled his mouth and hummed in satisfaction.

Marceline meanwhile twisted her hips slowly as she writhed, aching to do more. Her willpower remained intact, ensuring she would be as accommodating as possible. She wanted to grab the boy's head and force him down on her, but that might be rude for his first time. She did however appreciate how he was willing to go as far as he could. So she simply relished his efforts and let it be dragged out as long as possible.

As Brad continued his suckling, he closed his eyes and began to slowly bob his head, pulling back just far enough to make his lips purse around the head of the great, crimson spire. A strange desire was filling him, a need to provide as much attention as he could, to make the owner of this impressive display of masculinity produce whatever noises she might. Just as he began to settle into his new obsession, he felt a large palm press against the small of his uncovered back. The fingers stretched up towards his neck, reaching well further than an ordinary hand might. It sent a thrill up his spine and he arched his back.

Just as he did, he felt something warm and blunt press against his cheeks behind him. Was Patricia about to do what he thought she was? She wouldn't do it if he said no, would she? But why would he say no? She said she wouldn't let him come to harm. Granted it hadn't been in so many words. As he mulled all of this over, the dark dragoness took action. A gentle yet firm shove brought the monster behind him to part the ring of muscle that had never once been used in such a fashion. Brad almost choked as he felt the big lady start to slip into him. A loud hiss of delight filled his ears from behind him as a nose pressed against the back of his neck.

"Oh yessss," Patricia said, drawing out the 's' far longer than normal, "So tight, so warm, so eager. Don't you worry, little one, you can handle it. Go on, show my apprentice what you can do. I'll show you what I can do."

Brad was back to panting again, his body quivering as he felt a cascade of new sensations flowing through him. He should be in pain, and yet he wasn't. He stretched remarkably easily around what felt like a large apple being pushed into him. And it wasn't stopping at just the tip. She was moving at a glacial pace, but Patricia was gliding deeper into his colon. The young man's eyes rolled back in his head, letting himself be moved by the big, black scaled woman. The red dragon's paw on his head guided him as he lost himself. The urge to gag returned, but it wasn't as strong, nor did it last longer than a short flash. With it past, Marceline's length began to push into Brad's throat.

Again, there should have been discomfort, but there was none. Even as he could feel his neck bulging to contain the impressive rod, he could only bask the incredible gratification of being able to go so far. The two dragons had him trapped, one at each end. He was 'skewered' on them. And he was adoring it. The rocking followed. Patricia's hips rolled forward into him, pushing so much of that vast thing into his environs. Brad could feel a bulge form in his abdomen, which he brought one of his hands to explore. The master magic user was so large she could stretch him from inside. How was he able to hold so much in without hurting?

The tingle when she traced her fingers up his form. She must have done something to him, given him the ability to do exactly what he was doing. That was the only thing that made sense. Again, Brad let his eyes roll back in his head as he was used to pleasure the two ladies, rocking back and forth. One shaft slipped in and out behind him, pushing so deep he could feel Patricia's thighs against his, to say nothing of the two vast, heated bulges that dwarfed his own pair. Marceline rocked up into his jaws, gasping and moaning softly as she drew closer to her own climax. There was a stout pulsing in the thick, red spire in his throat. He could tell she was near the end. And he didn't want to pull off.

"Oh yeah, that's just what I was hoping for," Patricia growled, "Gonna pop real soon! I'm just too pent up! It's been hours since I took care of this! Get ready sweetie!"

There wasn't much warning beyond that. The sorceress tipped her head back and filled the room with a mighty roar. Her shaft spasmed and erupted, flooding Brad's bowels with thick, sticky splashes of seed. He clenched and arched his back as he felt such a stout filling pouring into him. Marceline gripped his head and pushed him down onto her length, mashing his lips against the very base of her member. She loosed a similar screech as she added to the growing swell of the young man's stomach. Her rod pulsed and throbbed, bucking wildly about in the human's throat. Thick, rich cream poured down his gullet, filling his belly as it swelled. The bulge grew and sagged under him as he trembled and shivered. His palm felt over the growing orb, finding it oddly alluring.

There was something very appealing to the dome growing under him. It had quickly passed the modestly obvious state and reached watermelon size in short order. It was pliant to the touch, giving like a water balloon. As he was inflated, he was rocked from side to side, and a gentle slosh could be felt under his skin. The stretching and swaying finally sent him over the edge too. A splattering of his own seed painted the growing dome of his tummy. His moan was muffled by the dragon's shaft buried in his throat. It was all he could do to hang on for as long as he needed to. And then it all finally slowed to a halt. Marceline gently pulled him from her now only softly twitching spire and panted as she looked down at him.

"I'm... sorry. I tried... to go... easy on you." she huffed.

Brad was unable to respond. He was out of breath and filled with a warmth beyond just the literal heat of what felt like gallons of dragon cum sloshing around inside him. There was a fair bit dripping from his lips, the taste of it strong across his tongue. He looked down to see his stomach had bloated out to the point where he looked like he was pregnant and near the end of his term. Something about seeing that resonated with him in a way he had never expected to feel before. He moaned softly and dropped his head onto the lounge, right between the red dragon's legs.

Patricia was still rocking oh so slowly against him, running one of her palms over his bloated belly.

"Wow, you took that like a champ! I'm impressed! Want some more?" the dark sorceress asked.

Until that moment, Brad could not bring himself to speak. But then, in one, long, loud moan, he let out a single word.

"Yes!" he cried, drawing it out just as long as his lungs could allow, then a hearty burp bubbled up from his well-filled belly.

The gastronomical eruption carried with it a few flecks of white, and the strong, salty taste of the red dragon's seed. Patricia grinned and gently rocked against him further, nudging him forward towards Marceline.

"Okay, I'll give you another little bump. Well, maybe not so little. But while I'm doing that, why don't you give my apprentice another little trip? I assume you've the skill to tend to her other half?" the black dragoness asked.

Brad nodded tiredly and turned his head to aim properly up towards the crimson lady's groin. Marceline reached down to lift the two softball-sized swells that had just dumped their contents into him. The act revealed the apprentice's feminine side, a pair of folds glistening with honey, quivering, aching for satisfaction. The young human dove in, pressing his lips to the dragon's cleft. He licked away briskly, stirring a new set of moans from the girl above him. She arched her back and writhed about anew, finding herself unable to hold still or focus her thoughts.

Patricia approved of what she saw and continued to thrust. Her buckings grew stronger, returning to the hearty forward stabs that had rocked the young man just moments ago. She was quite eager to carry on. A single little burst wasn't going to be enough to satisfy her. And the fact that Brad wasn't satisfied either boded well for his ability to handle both of the scaled ladies.

Each forward shove made it difficult for the young man to keep himself properly positioned against Marceline. He struggled to hold fast in place, but Patricia was just too energetic. A paw found its way back to the back of his skull, no doubt from the crimson dragoness wanting to help. She let her voice rise again as she was tended to, the tender walls beyond her petals squeezing and clenching each time she felt him brush his tongue against them. And then came something neither Marceline nor Brad expected.

With an audible, wet pop, the whole of the young man's head was shoved into the smaller dragon. She yelped in surprise and looked down at her abdomen, eyes wide in shock. Brad was stretching her belly quite heartily with his head. He squirmed and let out a muffled cry of dismay. This wasn't quite what he had in mind. And he was sinking deeper still. Patricia was pushing him in! Her thrusts were hard and fast, pounding against him almost ferociously. She snarled and growled as she managed to cram the human's shoulders into her apprentice. Marceline rolled her head back again and just let what was happening come to pass, screaming in orgasm as she coated the young man's smooth figure.

Brad's chest was easily swallowed up, and then came that great, gurgling dome of a belly he now possessed. He thought surely that would stop his entry. He was wrong. Marceline continued to stretch around him, her voice growing louder still, filling his ears as he was pressed into her womb. The pressure on his stomach felt incredible. The steady undulation and constriction felt like a massage, one he found he didn't want to give up. With another loud, watery pop, the great bulging swell was devoured by the overwhelmed dragoness.

Marceline was now stretched to the point where she couldn't see past her stomach to view any of the young man entering her. She could see some of Patricia, but that view was growing more obscured as well. The black dragoness pumped hard and fast, huffing loudly until she lifted her chin again and roared once more. Another bucket load of seed gushed hard from her aching rod, stretching Brad once again. He cried out deep under Marceline's scales, writhing about inside her as his own spire bucked all over again. He swelled larger, thus giving Marceline reason to swell larger. The pressure of the dark dragon's climax, as well as the crimson lady's greedy passage pulling him deeper, yanked Brad further out of sight. Patricia was drawn out of his grasp, feeling his legs slip into the velvety tunnel she had shoved him in, then his feet, leaving only her length and Marceline's canal.

And still she didn't stop. The sorceress continued to rock, pressing both her paws against the grand, wobbling, squirming, churning stomach of her apprentice as she kept her spread. Several more good gushes of seed flowed in around the human, now balled up in the red dragon's womb. The world he was now sealed up within sloshed and squeezed around him. Marceline's voice filled his ears, as did the sound of her breath rushing in and out of her lungs, and the rapid beat of her racing heart. He was completely spent, unable to find the will to complain. His stomach was now so large, he almost couldn't reach around it with both arms. And it felt so deliciously wonderful. At least his current state was remarkably comfortable. He had not thought such a thing possible, and yet her he was, contained in a dragon's belly as if he were her child, soaked in another dragon's seed as if he were meant to bathe in it. And he reveled in it.

"Mmm, that's... more... like it." Patricia said as she caught her breath.

"Sir... I... I think... I think I should... let him out... quickly." Marceline panted back to her master.

"No, no I don't think so, sweetie," the dark dragoness said, inclined to leave her shaft buried in the little witch-in-training, "It's gonna take us a while to find his home, if we can. So until then, you're going to keep him right where he is."

Marceline's heart skipped a few beats, fluttering in her chest as she was ordered to hold onto the boy. She looked up tiredly to her master and stared in exhaustion.

"If... if I don't... let him out... he'll be stuck in there... for months. I... I won't be able... to focus," the candy-red dragon said, then moaned as she arched her back once again, paws roaming over her vast tummy, "Oh god... it feels so good... I can't keep him but I want to. I can't keep anything straight in my head. Please, sir! I won't be able to practice or study!"

"That's the idea. You need to learn how to be able to focus even when you're distracted," Patricia said, giving Marceline's belly an appreciative pat as it turned over on itself, "And you're pretty distracted."

"So... I'm stuck in here for how long?" Brad asked.

The two ladies separated after several long moments, the sorceress taking the time to clean them both up. She climbed to her paws and helped Marceline onto hers as well. The short, red lady hunched over, struggling to keep the weight of the human, quite a bit taller than her, from bowling her over.

"Until sir tells me to let you out. I... I think I need to visit my bedroom. There is a tool there I might could use." Marceline said, the fire already beginning to burn in her loins all over again.

"I'll let you have today to satisfy yourself as much as you want. But after that, you have to start rationing. No more than three a day. No matter how bad you want to. No matter how much he wiggles and makes you squirm. And no fair getting him to make you cum without participating yourself." Patricia said.

"Yes sir. I will sir." Marceline said, turning to waddle her way out of the library, already thrilling at being trapped, pregnant with their guest.

Brad was left speechless. They had turned him into a tool to be used as part of a lesson. He couldn't really complain too much. He was awash in a sea of dragon seed and his own hormones were saturating his brain. The gentle slosh and sway of Marceline's gait added to the comfort, threatening to lull him to sleep. The powerful ache between his legs refused to let him rest. He began rocking against the slick, rubbery walls of his new home, desperate for release. He delighted hearing the red dragoness cry out each time his motions brought her to climax.

This was going to be a rather pleasant stay, that he was sure of.

Patricia watched as her apprentice waddled off, deeply tempted to pursue her and fill her further, but she refrained. Instead, she thought to herself about something that had only just occurred to her. This had not been the first time this had happened. It had however progressed far faster than the earlier instance.

"I'll bet Sasha would eat her hat if she knew how fast I'd corrupted this one." the black dragoness said with a chuckle.