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“You still wish to fight me? It’ll be your undoing!” The dragon’s voice garbles with the water sloshing through his form. His stomach jiggling like a water balloon as he taunts. He gives his gut a haughty shake and spreads his arms wide, ready to counter the upstart's next move. His partially-flaccid cock flops and splashes beneath him as he lurches his belly.

Kikkajik launches the ball of magic, not aimed at the dragon this time, but at the water itself. The Overseer’s eyes widen, but the geyser of water that shoots up from beneath him hits him square in the jaw. With a groan, he topples back, splashing into the pool with his overinflated stomach bulging all around him.

The Overseer wobbles back and forth, trying to get himself up, but his stomach is much too filled with gallons upon gallons of water. He whimpers, laying there on the water, sputtering as the cracked pipe pours more water over his face and into his mouth.

Kikkajik floats down, landing at the dragon’s feet. “Easy,” the mage replies. “I noticed the water flowing over your body. It wasn’t dispersing like my energy blast. That meant you allowed your defenses to fall against anything aquatic. All it took was for me to blast the water into you to knock you over.”

The dragon groans, his legs twitching, his stomach undulating. His dick rises up into the air as blood starts flowing into it while he groans, trying to cough the water up, but so much comes out of the pipe.

Kikkajik watches this display, tilting his head and scratching his chin. “Something the matter, Overseer? Either you’re happy to see me or something is going terribly wrong.” This time, it's the kobold’s turn to wear the smug smirk.

The Overseer whimpers. Try and flail as he might, his own waterlogged belly keeps him unable to move. It was just too big and bulky for his lean frame to handle. And he only kept getting heavier.

“Why don’t you just give up and let me have your job, and I’ll use my magic to get you back up, huh?”

“N… no!” he coughs, gulping down some more water after speaking, “paah!”

“You filled yourself up to the brim earlier. Drinking more can’t be healthy, and yet, here you are.”

The Overseer’s cock twitches, now fully erect. He becomes acutely aware of a rapidly-growing feeling in his nethers, a feeling all too familiar to him...

“You know, It’s funny that the people drink what’s essentially dragon bathwater, but you look like a clean fellow. Let me ask you a question: do you ever piss in the water supply?”

The dragon shakes his head, rocking back and forth, his knees squeezing, but he’s so bulgy, they can’t reach around his waterlogged belly.

“Ah, I see. And, what exactly would happen if you were to let it out, hm? All that water has to come out sometime… What would happen if you couldn’t cough it back up, if it had to come out of your cock instead? What would happen if you had to piss it all back out right here in this nice, clean water?”

A few golden drops pearl up from the tip of the Overseer’s cock. They trickle down his length, tickling at his sensitive flesh. His pupils narrow in panic as he realizes what’s at stake. The more he unwillingly drinks, the further he bloats with the excess. And the further he bloats, the stronger the urge to relieve himself gets. He fruitlessly attempts to cross his hind legs to help hold it in.

The dragon tries to close his mouth, but the water keeps flowing in through his nose. It causes him to cough, and he just drinks more and more without intending to.

“I see, I see, well obviously you don’t like it, so, I’m going to give you one last chance, Overseer. Give up to me, or give up your precious clean water, got it?”

The water from the pipe finally breaks off. Its connection to the source severed means that it would have to stop eventually. This ultimately gives the Overseer a chance to sputter and speak. He grits his teeth and stares at the kobold with an intense gaze. “Never, you upstart! When I get up, you’ll be treated with such severe punishment, your name will ring as a legend!”

The Overseer opens his mouth wide, and his entire bulging form quakes in the preamble of a massive vomit of water.

Kikkajik rushes up to his throat, his fingers prodding long nails against the dragon’s scales. The Overseer coughs, but it comes up dry, and his voice is hoarse in response. “W… what did you do!?”

“A little healing magic,” the kobold says, with a sneer on his snout. “Something to keep someone from regurgitating. Originally for keeping food down, but it looks like it also works on your little trick, Overseer. Let me guess, that water you have stored in you, when you expel it from your throat, it is just as pure as when you consumed it, correct? But what about that other end you’re so concerned about?” The kobold still stands beside the dragon, looking at the hard phallus twitching and veiny, nearly bursting.

The Overseer whimpers. “N-no! Don’t you even dare! Unhand my mouth with your spell, you cretin!” He sweats nervously; the pressure in his nethers is growing unbearable, but if he pees now, his water will be ruined!

Kikkajik ignores the dragon’s demand and the kobold beams with selfish glee. But, it isn’t the dragon’s mouth he is after, oh no. This whole time, he’s noticed just how hard the dragon has become during the course of this battle. He scampers his way up along the swollen, near-bursting belly, and the dragon groans from the pressure of tiny kobold feet upon his filled form. But soon, Kikkajik slides down the scaled stomach and down between his thighs, resting with his legs wrapping around the giant shaft. “Look at this,” the kobold teases, placing his hands around the base of the long pole. “You’re down on your back, humiliated by a tiny little thing like me, and yet, you’re as hard as a rock!”

“Y… you impudent little-- aah!”

Kikkajik’s fingers tickle up along the base, and he leans closer to the thing, letting his hot breath caress over it. “Aah… ha…. Yes, you’re turned on by my domination aren’t you? Turned on by how you can’t move and how you can’t do anything about it.”

“You lying little vermin!” the dragon coughs. “I’m just like that because I have to go-aah!?” The dragon’s words are cut off when he feels the mouth of the kobold graze over the tip of the head. “W…, what are you? You perverse little, ah!?”

Kikkajik’s tongue lashes over the head, teasing the sensitive organ even more. The kobold never thought he’d be giving this slavedriver head, but the way he squealed and gasped from every little torture was music to the kobold’s ears.

He pulls away, looking over his shoulder to the dragon, a sinister sneer on his face. He turns back, only to find that there’s something fluid and yellow beading up at the tip of the dragon’s cock. His eyes widen, and his heart races. Is that… is the dragon on the brink of pissing himself?

“D… don’t you…” the dragon starts, though he snaps his mouth shut. The kobold looks back to the bead, quivering from the twitching cock. It’ll be gone in a moment, dripping down towards the pool. And by then, the moment will be gone, and the opportunity to further humiliate the Overseer gone with it, and yet… dare he do it?

He does.

Before anyone could say anything, Kikkajik’s mouth wraps around that head, his body hugging the cock. His tongue presses against the tip and slurps, loudly, just so he the dragon would hear it, as well as feel it.

The dragon groans, throwing his head back and trying to cover his face in shame, all the while using every ounce of his willpower to keep the trapped flood from coming out. Even so, he involuntarily pisses a bit into Kikkajik’s maw, filling it with dragon urine and making the mage's cheeks bulge. Meanwhile, Kikkajik shudders as he gulps down the salty, acrid liquid, hiding back the tears in his eyes. “Oh gods…” he murmurs, “that was v… vile… but…” he glances over to the dragon. “It… it was so worth it!” The bitterness of the dragon’s urine is no match for the sweet poetic justice he felt from this! While relishing in the beast’s reactions, his gaze moves up the mountainous belly to the peak, where he sees the dragon’s navel. Now aware of just how close the beast is to losing control of his bladder, he hatches a plan to send him over the edge.

The dark-scaled spellcaster crawls back up on top of that impressive belly. Kikkajik scampers up and stands up just in front of the belly-button, poking out. His toes curl over the scales, feeling the squish. The dragon underneath of him groans. Kikkajik asks with a sly tone, “Gee, I wonder what this unsightly thing would do if I did something to it?”

“Y… you wouldn’t dare! To touch me there is a great dishon-aah!”

The kobold prods the button with a heel, staring up at the dragon’s dick. The cock rocks back and the golden pearling liquid trickles down slightly, rolling down the impressive shaft, but drying up just before touching the water. Perfect. The outie pops back into place, as if it weren’t pressed at all. “Ah, so that’s what it does,” Kikkajik says with a sneer.

“You’re a beast and a heathen!” the Overseer whines.

The kobold doesn’t pay attention to him and stomps on the belly button. It pushes down further. A squirt shoots up into the sky in glistening gold. A few of the drops land upon the dragon’s thigh and into the water. Such a small splash would go unnoticed amid the bath in the underground, but the dragon is holding in far more than merely a tiny splash.

“N… no… please, please don’t!” The Overseer whines. He frantically paws and kicks at his rotund belly in a futile effort to stop the kobold. However, Kikkajik was well out of the bloated dragon’s reach.

“Ah, well, then, you concede?” The kobold says. “You’ll give me control of the water supply and leave this place for good?”

The dragon doesn’t respond to that, looking away as best as he can from his opponent.

“I see. Well, I knew it would come to this,” the kobold said. “Your total and utter defeat at the hands of a lowly creature.”

Is it the water from the pool or tears that run down the dragon’s face? “Please… I don’t… I don’t want to pee myself…” he whimpers.

“That’s behavior highly unbecoming of your status, oh Overseer of the golden shower!” With that, the kobold leaps up into the air, using his magic to heighten his jump. The Overseer can’t help but sigh once the pressure on his swollen belly disappears. That sigh is quickly replaced with a terrible scream of humiliation and stress as he sees the spellcaster come crashing down. For a moment later, two heels press down on that giant belly button and the kobold sinks into the large, bloated form

And the dams burst for the dragon, finally letting it all out.

Everything seems to have slowed down for the Overseer. The unbearable pressure that had spread throughout his stomach now only exists in two places. One is where his outie presses inside into him once more, pounded by the clawed feet of the kobold. The second location is at the swelling and hardened cock. The rod had been teased and played with to his utter chagrin. But soon, the kobold sinks down into the bulk of the flooded dragon, his feet disappearing into his navel. The Overseer groans, knowing that he has lost and that the ultimate humiliation was just about to erupt right out of him.

With a powerful spray, the geyser that is his cock explodes in golden glory, creating a fountain in the center of his majestic bath. It shoots up so high that the spray strikes the ceiling, spreading out over the tiles and raining down in a golden shower over the kobold and over the dragon.