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Steam rises up from the pipeline contraptions, fueling society and industry in the world above. But in the community below, where the smallfolk toil endlessly to feed those overworlders, there is no slice of society’s pie.

For Kikkajik, there is no greater injustice than to be reduced to a manual laborer. He was once a great scholar of arcane arts. The aristocrats up above forsook those old ways for their steam-powered alternatives. Only a select few continue the legacy of magical tradition. The gray and black kobold toiled in the humid, moldy environment of the pipe labyrinth, watching as others worked themselves to death while working underneath the heel of the Overseer.

Well, no more.

Kikkajik drops his wrench and marches his way towards the welcoming chamber, where the overseer lounges in a pool of fresh and clear water, desalinated, purified, and ready for consumption by the people above. There, only the richest of the rich partook in the crisp taste of water. Everyone loved the enhancements offered by the dragon’s magical body. Not everyone above knew that their world was actually powered by the magical run-off of an ancient beast. Kikkajik knows, and he’s tired of being under the foot of this boorish creature that dares call itself a majestic dragon.

Kikkajik disrobes and hops into the pool, which splashes up to his knees. The ripples in the shallow waters awakens the Overseer, and his green eyes stare ahead at the upstart. He raises his head, water dribbling down his blue neck and teal chest, his wings spreading wide. Already mildly irritated that his nap was interrupted, his gaze immediately hardens to aggravation as he sees who has approached him. “What are you doing here, slave? I am not to be disturbed unless it’s an emergency!” the Overseer growls. “Return to your post and stop fouling this magnificent resource!”

“Overseer!” Kikkajik yaps, pointing towards the blue-scaled dragon. “I’ve had enough of this life of endless servitude! Your time here is over! I demand the position of Overseer from you!”

The Overseer chuckles at that. “You wish to take the position from me? Bold words from a weakling like you! If that’s the hill you want to die on, then so be it!”

With that, he spreads his wings and roars, the reverberations rumbling through the pipes lining the walls and echoing down the stone and metal corridors.

Kikkajik’s spellwork weaves through his fingers, and lightning erupts, striking at the dragon and rippling across the conductive water.

The Overseer snarls, stumbling forward, not expecting the magical attack from the tiny creature. He uses his size advantage, swiping at the kobold. The mage lifts himself from the water, pointing a finger at him and firing another blast.

This magical hit strikes the dragon in the eye, causing him to wince and rub at it before reopening it. “Enough! You want to manage this water? Let’s see how well you handle it!”

With that, the dragon rears up on his hind legs and slams a fist right into one of the larger pipes. The water bursts free, pouring forth into the chamber, quickly upsetting the tiny wading area.

“You fool, I can fly!” The kobold boasts.

“This isn’t to drown you,” the dragon responds, a smirk spreading over his mouth. He then turns towards the pipe, grabbing hold of it with both hands. He opens his maw wide and plants it around the gushing opening.

Kikkajik watches this with his jaw agape, lowering his arms while he stares.

The Overseer stares back at him, all the while gulping down liter after liter of water. His claws dig deep into the metal, scratching the already destroyed surface. Trickles of water dribble down his chin. His jaw and his throat bulge with each gulp. And the more he drinks, the more his stomach grows. He becomes larger and larger, his azure belly scales stretching and groaning in protest, until finally, his belly button pops out. Underneath, his pink penis flops out of its sheath. His once lean and well-toned body now sports a massive, bulging belly entirely and utterly filled with water.

The Overseer lets go, gasping and letting more water run down over his wet, scaly body. At this size, he looks like he swallowed an adult dragon whole! He runs a hand over his chin and smiles. “How about that?” He says, turning slowly towards his opponent, patting his distended belly. “With all this water inside me, your attacks will not harm me anymore!” He sits on his hind legs, spreading his arms wide. “Go ahead and do your worst!”

Kikkajik holds his hands close together, forming a ball of energy. He hefts it high over his head and spikes it down at the dragon. The attack flies fast, but curves down towards his belly, where it strikes, rippling over his body.

The dragon barks, his hands upon his hips. “Bah-hah-hah! There, you see? No one can take my place because no one can harm me. The water pooled in my body disperses all damage! Now, I shall give you one last chance to return to your place, slave!”

The kobold attempts another attack. Sure, Kikkajik’s magic is more potent as a water spell, but he has crafted others. His fingers crackle, and ozone fills the air. He fires off the discharged static from his fingertips. The electricity crackles throughout the water and up along the watery Overseer’s body. All it does is cause his impressive girth to jiggle and waver, sending ripples throughout the pool.

“No, not even electric attacks can stop me, you pitiful little kobold. I am almighty and immovable!” When he bellows, he smacks his stomach, which undulates more. His uproarious laugh sees his cock slosh around in its semi-limp glory, splashing over the tiny pool beneath his impressive girth. But Kikkajik pauses a moment. Is that it? He cannot be moved, but can he move? Is that the key?

The kobold’s body trembles at the grotesque display before him. But, he does not lower himself down. Instead, he charges up another magical attack, mumbling the words of power necessary to bring about the might that he needs.