Expansion Erotics and Magical Maladies

Spike awoke, groaning as he blearily rubbed his eyes with the back of his claws. Groggily, he attempted to sit up, his claws digging into the rough ground. Finally blinking the rest of the sleep out of his eyes, he took stock of where he was. “Whoa! Is this somedragons hoard?” Currently, the drake was laying upon a massive pile of gemstones. His own scaly, durable body prevented him from the sharp, pointed edges that had formed his impromptu bed.

“Is this a dream? Whatever spell Twilight did must have done something…” Though, as he passed through the stones, he could feel how jagged and pointy the edges where, as well as the smooth faces. “But I can feel it all, I can smell it.” He picked one up, biting into it. “Taste it too… maybe it was some weird teleportation spell.”

Ahead of him, was a small pile of gems, forming a hillock of sparkling, multicoloured material. Everywhere he looked, piles of them were stretching out. In one direction, a literal mountain of the stuff stretched into the sky, a sky which seemed to glint unnaturally. “If that’s the sky, and I’m in the open, then unless this is some rich, careless dragon.” He grinned, grabbing a fistful of the beautifully cut stones. “It’s all mine!”

As he stared at the small collection he held, a low, grumbling pain bubbled in his stomach. “Man, I’m hungry. I guess a couple wouldn’t hurt whilst I look for Twilight.” Bringing them up, he stuffed them in his mouth. Crunching through them, his eyes dilated, a sudden burst of flavours erupting. Swallowing, he rubbed his gut. “Oh my… those gems are incredible! I gotta have a few more…” Reaching out, his claws encircled another shimmering pile, stuffing it into his mouth, rapidly crushing them down.

As he continued his snack, that was progressing into a meal, his hunger seemed to grow, instead of sate. Regardless of how many hundreds of bits worth of precious stones he crammed into his mouth, the more he needed. Spike at this point was completely focused upon filling his gut, that he didn’t notice the other changes affecting him. Upon hitting his stomach, the masticated mass of gem dust rapidly digested, processed by his body unnaturally quickly. With the sudden influx of energy, it had only one place to go.

If he were in the right state of mind, he would have noticed his pot belly seemed wider than usual. Inch by inch, it began to pooch out further, sagging down onto his thighs as it continued to enlarge. Behind him, his butt began to take some of the brunt of the expansion, each cheek swelling out, pushing his tail up as they did so. His chest, one that he fantasised about being composed out of pure muscle, instead formed rounded lumps, developing into a pair of moobs. Still he ploughed on, doggedly determined to end the now roaring hunger raging beneath the bulk of his swollen gut. If he were of sound mind, he would have realised that he had devoured more than his body weight in gems. He didn’t even notice how his arms bulked out as flab swaddled and coated them in heavy sleeves that sloshed with each grab he made towards the gem mound.

As his ass ballooned, his tail became a target for excess weight, gradually turning it into a conical mound, rolls pinching around his spikes. This was a trait shared by his back flab, slabs of which grew out, partially covering his folded wings. And yet, despite his rising weight, he was utterly entranced by hunger. Despite how sluggish he was becoming, how his peripheral vision seemed to shrink, and how wobbly he became, none of these mattered to him. A strong addiction had gripped him, both in his need for more, and the constant hunger pangs that befell the now obese drake. Legs that were once flexible had been devoured and turned into tree trunk thick columns, which pressed together to the point the purple drake had to waddle to get at the piles of crunchy, delectable minerals.

Reaching down, he suddenly encountered a problem. Between the colossal folded belly that now touched the ground, his basketball like moobs, and his inflexible legs, he couldn’t reach out far enough to grab at the hoard. “Nnnnrgghhh… More! I need more!” He shouted out, his voice distinctly lower pitched as he managed to grab only couple of rubies and onyx. As if hearing him, a few white, ethereal looking shapes appeared. As they drew closer to the morbidly obese drake, they morphed into hands, taking massive handfuls of the treasure.

The tunnel-visioned dragon only realised they were there when one of them held out a palm directly under his face. His anger dissolved, replaced by elation, as he allowed the appendage to tip them straight into his gob. Only a few managed to get into his mouth, the rest falling, impacting upon the rolling landscape of blubber that composed Spike. As he stood there, letting the spectres funnel more calories into him, the sheer mass of himself had tired him out. Hundreds of pounds of sagging, oozing purple and green flesh and scales were dragging him down. With one final shifting, he sat down upon his beanbag like butt, effectively immobilising him.

Forming a chain, they funnelled as much as they could into him, continuing to envelope his entire body in layers upon layers of soft, undulating lard. From morbidly obese, he turned into a blob of draconic pudge, his belly now dwarfing carts in terms of sheer width and length. His butt had followed suit, becoming more and more like a built-in mattress, than a piece of anatomy. His legs and arms were beyond useless, each joint being swallowed up by the tide of flab, eventually hiding his feet and claws from view, turning into more storage space for fat than useful appendages they had once been. His tail was partially sunken into his ass crack, it’s sleekness engulfed and turned into more of a wide fleshy stump in comparison to the rest of him.

Spike's wings had vanished, the culprit being a pillow-like fold that blanketed it. A precession of back flab worked it’s way up to his head, partially merging with his collar of neck blubber, a collar which had merged with his chins and jowls. Heavy dangling moobs flopped lazily on his chest and belly, each would have been roughly beach ball in size, if not for the sheer weight of them forcing the malleable blubber into more ovoid shapes. And yet, he still sat there, his vision being cut off by the swell of his face cheeks, not caring that he had transitioned into a piece of furniture, rather than a noble, powerful dragon. He couldn’t move his arms, or his legs. The only thing he could do was chew, swallow, and blink, in between his deep, lisping rumbles for more food. Whilst most of the hands grabbed gems, some hovered around, massaging and rubbing his immense form, giving immense rolls hefty slaps that undulated the gelatinous mass.

As he passed 5 tons of pure draconic flab, looking more like a mass of rolling purple flesh than a living creature, only one thing was on his mind. “More!”