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A Dragon's Diet (final)
🕑 Added 2021-07-01 05:37:14 +0000 UTCTrue to her word, the cowsune had kept Jenny comfortable and anything but hungry in the few days left of her transformation.
Grrgl. Chrn. The noises of Jenny’s stomach had long since faded into a backdrop such that she no longer even really heard them. She could feel them though, always - the constant churning and sloshing of the impossible amount of food she had eaten. Beached upon her stomach as she was, it was hard not to.
Another roast turkey floated by held aloft by Vicky’s powers, the smell of it enough to overpower her senses. She leaned forward and opened her massive, draconic, maw and allowed Vicky to guide the roasted bird in. She felt it tease the edges of her mouth and rest gently against her tongue before she lurched forward and snapped her mouth shut around the massive bird, guiding it down her throat with a loud -GULP-. It followed the same path the rest of her meals had, travelling down into the massive stomach that beached her.
“Welp big girl, I think the transformation has run its course.” Jenny could hear Vicky’s voice somewhere beneath her, beneath where she lay atop her massive stomach, utterly beached. She blushed as the words ran through her mind - the transformation was over and she was massive. Bigger than anyone she had ever seen before, bigger than she knew anyone could be. “Of course, you were a bit greedy towards the end there.” Vicky continued, Jenny could sense her grin as keenly as she felt the hand rubbing her blubbery scaled stomach. “So you got a bit bigger than you might’ve had to. But we can’t argue with the results, huh?”
She shifted a little, as much as she could. Her arms and legs were functionally useless it seemed - even if she were to be rolled backwards so that her legs touched the ground her gut was so big it would sit high enough that she had no chance of seeing over it, let alone being able to actually walk. “So,” Jenny gulped, the hunger within her had died down it was true, but she had become used to the steady supply of food all the same, “no more food?”
“I didn’t say that,” Vicky replied, grin still on her face. “Like I said before, happy to stay with you. Happy to keep you nice and full,” there was a slight pause and Vicky pushed gently against Jenny’s stomach, kneading into her fat such that Jenny couldn’t help but purr ever so slightly, “my big fat dragon pet.” Jenny couldn’t tell whether or not those last words were a joke, but somehow she didn’t mind the implication even if she did blush a little to hear it. The amulet that had started all of this had transformed into an ever widening collar that sat comfortably around her growing neck.
On another day Jenny might have been worried that her movement had become restricted to the pitiful wiggling of her limbs as they became further engulfed in what felt like a slowly rising tide of blubber and the lunging of her neck as she reached forward for the next morsel of food. But not today. Perhaps it was because she had become accustomed to the steady stream of food from her previous days binging and the resultant weight that followed, as though she were a marshmallow that had been put in a microwave - slowly inflating in front of her very eyes. Perhaps it was the sheer comfort that she felt at that moment, feeling the roast turkey (bones and all) sliding into her massive, soft stomach to join the treasure horde of food she was digesting down there. Beached on her own impossibly soft body it was hard to argue she was anything but comfortable, if a little warm. Perhaps it was the happiness derived from Vicky - the cowsune who had been nothing but supportive of the dragoness in her time of change and growth, and all too keen to conjure and bake whatever Jenny desired. It was hard to tell why she wasn’t worried, but for now she wasn’t.
Lazily, her thoughts drifted towards the future. She couldn’t keep eating like this - she would outgrow the house she was already becoming a little snug in. But accommodations could be made, she was sure. And Jenny had yet to test the powers granted to her by virtue of being a dragon - certainly there would be some magical upside. For now though, she lounged in her own blubbery folds, settling in comfortably and wondering what the words ‘my pet’ would bring to her in the future; what fun would surely be had with them.
Yet another roast turkey drifted slowly by.
Comments
Gemini (formerly Neri!)
:O
Jenny Koda
We gotta turn you into a massive dragon pet next ;3
Gemini (formerly Neri!)
low key 'i wish that were me' >.>
Jenny Koda
Aaah heck, thank you ;u;
Jenny Koda
Ooooo I'd be so big haha, we'll see what happens <3
Jenny Koda
Heeeee! I was hoping you would <3
Phox
This story was brilliant! 💙
RGBrazberry
Oooohh, so much tender loving care hehe. I wish there was another part, I wanna see the results of a few months of overpampering hehe
Gemini (formerly Neri!)
hooohoohoohoohoooo i like this jenny shape veeery much :b
