WARNING: This story contains fatal popping.
Deep in a dank desert valley, a brave warrior walks through the narrow passage of a tall cliff structure under a blazing sun. Siegfried, a muscle-toned man with long black hair and brown eyes dressed in a tan loincloth stops at a tall iron gate. A huge door hinged in the stone wall lies etched with articulate dragon heads all over it. Placing his left hand on a ringlet molded copper handle while wielding a heavy granite maul hammer in his right, he pulls it open a-mere crack as sand trickles down from the ceiling. Stepping into an abyss of darkness, a line of torches light up down a long corridor of sandstone-tiled walls and floors with an oval-shaped passageway at the end of it.
Proceeding with caution, Siegfried moves through the ancient hallway with muffled footsteps. Halfway through the room, a trapdoor in the ceiling swings open - dripping a huge green gelatinous cube to the ground. Slowly backing away from the wiggling liquid creature, Siegfried then sprints towards the other room in extreme haste. Upon entering with lighting from lava-filled cracks in the walls, he accidentally bumps his hammer into an iron crank chained to a hole above the doorway - causing a thick iron gate to seal it. Turning around, his fingers tighten around the stone handle of his weapon.
A red dragon (Twice as tall as Siegfried) stands on his hind legs with an anorexic abdomen and vibrant blue eyes. “Grog, I've come to refill the valley with the river you stole from my village a few sunsets ago, relinquish it now and I'll be on my way!” Siegfried commands. The dragons head tilts with an expression of puzzlement. “Warrior... defeat me in battle, only then will you receive the nourishment of your people...” Grog offers. “Very well creature, fight me!” Grog lunges his claws at him as his little wings flutter, swiftly dunking under, Siegfried rams the maul into the dragons rib cage - partially cracking it.
Grog staggers back a pace, whimpering with both claws rubbing the bruise on his scales. “What's the matter beast? Finished already?” Siegfried chuckles. Grog's eyes exert with rage while he twists his slender body with a powerful tail-whip, launching towards Siegfried as he dives over it before rolling to the ground. As the dragon finishes his full-body turnaround, the maul smashes Grog in the forehead; making him stumble into the center of the room with dazed twirling eyes. “Just give it up, you're not thick enough to withstand the blows of my hammer!” Siegfried shouts. “Warrior...” Grog grunts. “If a thick body is what it takes to defeat you, then so it shall be.” Placing both claws in iron slits in the floor, he turns them subtly with a golden drainage pipe appearing out of the center tile.
The room rumbles loudly as he tightens his lips around the hole. Water blasts powerfully down his throat, making his stomach slowly fill into normal shape before rounding into balloon form as his Adam's apple pulsates rigorously in loud gulps. “Bloated beast, just because you've gained a little water weight doesn't mean you have any better chance of beating me!” Siegfried spits. Grog's girth swells into a perfectly round orb of sloshing liquids while shifting his claws in the iron slits - stopping the flow while the pipe sinks back into the floor. Picking up his newly gorged belly with expanded cheeks, Grog swallows the left-over water in his maw - causing his navel to protrude outward.
Siegfried charges at the dragon rubbing his girth, swinging the hammer into his midsection - it sinks in only to forcefully bounce the weapon back, Grog steadies his sloshing mass while his tail wags. “Oh... I'm, uh! Uuuurp...!” He belches - causing the warriors heir to blow in the nasty burp. “I'm... unstoppable!” He groans. Wobbling over to him with both claws readied, Grog attempts to scratch down at him only to fail from the recent loss in flexibility. “Huh, too waterlogged, eh?” Siegfried laughs. Grog's eyes widen as the warrior swings his mighty maul into the swollen dragons popped navel, re-inserting it - causing the creature to lift his belly in pain. Siegfried crawls on his knees between the dragons legs, Grog panics as he looks down for the warrior, unable to see the ground past his girth. Siegfried places the maul behind his heels, causing the dragon to lose his balance, flailing his arms in fear while falling backwards - practically crushing his wings to the floor under his own mass.
Siegfried climbs up the scales of Grog's jiggling underbelly, standing triumphantly with a powerful swing of the hammer into the side of his tummy, the navel re-pops causing Grog to cry out. Raising the maul high in the air to smash it back in, the dragon begs for mercy. “Stop...! please, you've bested me, warrior. I shall return the water to your people...” “A wise decision.” Siegfried replies. sliding off his gurgling stomach, Grog rolls himself over with hind legs barely touching the tiles. Lifting his body with every ounce of strength he has, he wobbles over to the iron slits in the floor. Bending over as his belly rubs against the ground, Grog balances himself on his abdomen while sliding his claws into the holes. Gently turning them, the drainage pipe slides up as Grog chuckles.
“What's so funny, dragon?” Siegfried questions. “This battle isn't over yet...!” He groans before jamming the pipe down his esophagus. Liquids pumping back into him as he gradually swells larger, the warrior approaches his head while he chugs away. “Still thirsty, eh?” Siegfried slams the hammer on the dragons arm - snapping the bone. A tear trails through the scales of his cheek while attempting to turn off the flow of water vein, whimpering harshly in the realization that he no longer has the strength to shift the gear controlling the flow. “And now the other one!” He shouts while slamming down on the other arm. With both arms broken and trapped beneath the floor, Grog moans as he slowly raises his head to escape his own filling. “Oh no, you wanted this fatty, so now you're going to get it... all of it.” With all of his might, Siegfried smashes the hammer down onto his skull - plunging his head further into the floor. Unable to remove his mouth, Grog cries as his arms noodle around within the iron slits in desperation.
Grown to a whale-sized proportion, Grog takes up more than half of the space that the room has to offer. Hind legs and tail flailing around raised in the air, his perfectly spherical balloon belly gurgles with stretch marks lining down all sides. “Mmmmph!” Grog cries. His teary eyeballs subtly extend out on the verge of eruption, looking up at Siegfried for help as his gargantuan stomach planets. Rumbling like a mini earthquake, a series of cracks spread throughout the ceiling - causing a passageway to gape beneath the light of day. “Stay thirsty, monster.” Siegfried smirks as Grog struggles. Moving to the front of his belly, he slings the hammer over his shoulder before gripping the ultra-tight scales of his girth.
Climbing as fast as he's able, he then balances himself on the wobbling belly blister. Placing his fingers carefully between the cracks of the disappearing scales, Siegfried grips the dangling tail - using it as a rope. Grog wags it angrily to shake him off his over-gorged girth, swinging his tail upward - Siegfried flings into the opening of the ceiling. Landing on a rocky structure on a slope above the valley, the dragons body lets out a noisy whine of strains before he explodes - quickly flooding the room to the brim. Little particles and bits of Grog float around in the water, his head remains attached to the pipe as the water infinitely spews through his open neck. Siegfried smiles at the sight of the water flowing out into the valley, gazing off into the distance with a chuckle. “With the return of the flow of water, my village can finally continue to live in peace.” He sighs...
Of course, not all was at peace across the land...
Arjana, a slender black-haired tribal woman with brown eyes dressed in a tan loincloth and bra walks alone in a desert. Passing by an array of cacti below the blazing sun, she finds herself in the center of a dried-out lake formation on the search for water. Sweating from the heat, she begins to dig in desperation. Feeling her fingers through the warm cracked dirt in a steady kneel to the ground, she lifts a square tile of earth - revealing a golden tiara centered with an elephants face. Smiling at the sight of herself in its clear reflection, she quickly lifts it as land particles subtly pour off. Tilting her head in puzzlement, a coughing voice echoes through it while a puff of sand forcefully exits its nostrils. "Oh, goodness... Thank you so much for rescuing me young lady, I was trapped down in that dark grave for who knows how long?!" Shouts a body-less voice. "...You can talk?" Arjana asks hesitantly. "Ah! Pardon my rudeness, allow me to introduce myself. I am Baraka, spirit of the lake!" He says joyously.
"Spirit of the lake? What lake?" She questions. "Oh that's right, It certainly has been a while. Do me a favor and rub my trunk?" Sliding her palm along the crowns gleaming nose, it cracks in half with a bright flash of light. An anthropomorphic elephant man with golden tusks and sparkling blue eyes stands triumphantly, fists clenched on his hips as his abs glimmer in the sunshine. Arjana gasps in amazement at the physique of this beastly beauty, struggling to get her words out. "D... Do you grant wishes?!" She yelps. "Not exactly, but I can make you a queen. Is that responsibility something you'd be willing to accept?" Baraka asks. "Yes, yes, yes!" She shouts impatiently. "In that case, are you prepared to bear my mystical water as if it's a set of children itself?" He asks sternly. "Um... Yes?" She agrees with uncertainty. "Then lend me your mouth, and accept the gift that shall render you as queen of the lake."
Opening her mouth as widely as possible, Baraka plugs his trunk down her throat while she grips it firmly with timid eyes. Spraying a powerful stream of water into her, Arjana gulps harshly as Baraka places both hands across her pulsating abdomen. Chugging at a fast pace with a groaning belly, she sloshes in a noisy churn while moaning from the growing pains. A tear trails down her cheek as Baraka wipes it away, comforting Arjana in her time of liquid retainment. "Mph...Mph..." she mumbles, bloating like an overinflating beach ball. Spreading both legs to steady herself from the massive weight gain, her navel protrudes outward with a loud popping sound as Baraka stops the filling. Gently sliding his trunk out of her esophagus, he marvels at her perfect orb of a girth, ballooned like she's at the end of a pregnancy with triplets.
Arjana staggers herself with both hands rested on her back for support, whimpering that she can no longer see her own feet from the recent gorging. "I'm so full..." Arjana groans. "Of life my queen, of life..." Says Baraka. Rubbing his hand over her popped belly blister, it jiggles as she regurgitates a gentle squirt followed by a legendary burp: "uuuuuurp..." Distracted by the whiff of her own gas, Baraka disappears. Looking all around to see where he's gone, she peaks down, noticing Baraka in tiara form laying atop her swollen bulk. "Baraka, I can hardly walk!" Arjana says angrily. "Oh, you won't be doing too much walking your majesty, place me on your head and watch the magic." He says while Arjana grumbles. Placing him over her scalp, the lake refills through the cracks with crystal blue water. Rising to her ankles, Arjana drudges her gargantuan self through the lake.
Her legs ache with unbearable pain as she enters the dry terrain, falling to her butt, her soaked legs stick out from beneath her swell. Attempting to stand, she panics from her recent loss of movement. "Baraka, I can't move... Help me!" She whines. "Like I said your majesty, movement is no longer a necessity." He informs. The sand around the lake morphs into grassland as miscellaneous fruit trees extend from the earth, shading her in a small forest paradise while three elephants begin wobbling in through the brush. "I guess I can get used to this." Arjana subtly smiles with a heavy plop to her back, relaxing her body as her animal companions approach with various fruits cupped in their trunks. "Oh no, I'm not hungry, thank you." She blushes while they rub the food along her tanked stomach. "Your majesty, I'm afraid you have no choice but to eat.
In a state of pregnancy with my liquid power, you now carry the responsibility to forever engorge yourself with the food provided in order to keep yourself and the biome healthy." He demands. "But I'm already so huge!" Arjana hollers. "You're not pact enough, now eat! Eat and enlarge with rich nourishment for the land!" Baraka commands as the elephants take turns stuffing the food down her throat. Arjana moans while apples, oranges, and pears get forced down her gullet. Slightly more loaded with an enhanced tightness around her waist, she gropes her belly in agony while a trunk draws a line of mud from atop her extension all the way down to her crotch area with a little circle around her pointed navel. "I'm gonna burst!" Arjana screams while her belly churns in discomfort.
"Please... No more!" She whimpers. "You've been stuffed enough, for now, it's time to rest your loaded body." Baraka says calmly. "I don't want to be queen anymore, I'm going to explode!" Arjana groans. "You're a vessel holding the power of a lake that infinitely provides for a dead environment, and you want to quit because of a mere tummy ache? There's no turning back!" Enraged by her disobedience, Baraka orders an elephant to plunge a watermelon into her throat. Drastically stretching apart her lips while attempting to push it away, her esophagus bulges dramatically as her eyes fill with tears. Shoving it forcefully through her intestines, her tightened mass creaks and whines loudly, ready to split open. "Bup...! No more, I'll obey..." she belches. Transforming into humanoid form, Baraka flicks her navel as he glares at Arjana. "If you ever disobey my authority again, I'll make you bu..." Baraka's sentence cuts off as a granite maul smashes his face - snapping one of his golden tusks in half.
Siegfried, a brave muscular warrior stances himself wielding his heavy hammer. "I've bested some of the greatest of adversaries, now's your chance to walk away." He offers. "Warrior, you've made a fatal mistake...!" Baraka hollers weakly as he grips his broken tusk, sticking it against Arjana's underbelly. "Don't come any closer, or I'll pop her like a water balloon!" Upon finishing his sentence, Siegfried swiftly hurls his granite maul at his head. In a final smash to the face, the other tusk snaps - causing Baraka to fade away into magical sand in the wind. The elephants run without hesitation, leaving the area in fear as he pats Arjana's over-gorged abdomen.
"Siegfried... Where did you go during the drought back in the village?" "I had to slay a dragon, the river's back and as strong as ever!” The vegetation surrounding them dies while the lake drains into the ground. “You seem to have suffered the same fate as my former adversary, you didn't decide to do this to yourself - did you?” Siegfried questions. “...Yes.” Arjana replies shamefully. “No matter, until you lose some water-weight we'll just lay here... together.” He smiles as Arjana blushes. Resting his arms against her sloshing bulk, he lays to her side before gently pressing his lips to her cheek. “This must be what you'll look like when we have real babies.” He winks. THE END
Deep in a dank desert valley, a brave warrior walks through the narrow passage of a tall cliff structure under a blazing sun. Siegfried, a muscle-toned man with long black hair and brown eyes dressed in a tan loincloth stops at a tall iron gate. A huge door hinged in the stone wall lies etched with articulate dragon heads all over it. Placing his left hand on a ringlet molded copper handle while wielding a heavy granite maul hammer in his right, he pulls it open a-mere crack as sand trickles down from the ceiling. Stepping into an abyss of darkness, a line of torches light up down a long corridor of sandstone-tiled walls and floors with an oval-shaped passageway at the end of it.
Proceeding with caution, Siegfried moves through the ancient hallway with muffled footsteps. Halfway through the room, a trapdoor in the ceiling swings open - dripping a huge green gelatinous cube to the ground. Slowly backing away from the wiggling liquid creature, Siegfried then sprints towards the other room in extreme haste. Upon entering with lighting from lava-filled cracks in the walls, he accidentally bumps his hammer into an iron crank chained to a hole above the doorway - causing a thick iron gate to seal it. Turning around, his fingers tighten around the stone handle of his weapon.
A red dragon (Twice as tall as Siegfried) stands on his hind legs with an anorexic abdomen and vibrant blue eyes. “Grog, I've come to refill the valley with the river you stole from my village a few sunsets ago, relinquish it now and I'll be on my way!” Siegfried commands. The dragons head tilts with an expression of puzzlement. “Warrior... defeat me in battle, only then will you receive the nourishment of your people...” Grog offers. “Very well creature, fight me!” Grog lunges his claws at him as his little wings flutter, swiftly dunking under, Siegfried rams the maul into the dragons rib cage - partially cracking it.
Grog staggers back a pace, whimpering with both claws rubbing the bruise on his scales. “What's the matter beast? Finished already?” Siegfried chuckles. Grog's eyes exert with rage while he twists his slender body with a powerful tail-whip, launching towards Siegfried as he dives over it before rolling to the ground. As the dragon finishes his full-body turnaround, the maul smashes Grog in the forehead; making him stumble into the center of the room with dazed twirling eyes. “Just give it up, you're not thick enough to withstand the blows of my hammer!” Siegfried shouts. “Warrior...” Grog grunts. “If a thick body is what it takes to defeat you, then so it shall be.” Placing both claws in iron slits in the floor, he turns them subtly with a golden drainage pipe appearing out of the center tile.
The room rumbles loudly as he tightens his lips around the hole. Water blasts powerfully down his throat, making his stomach slowly fill into normal shape before rounding into balloon form as his Adam's apple pulsates rigorously in loud gulps. “Bloated beast, just because you've gained a little water weight doesn't mean you have any better chance of beating me!” Siegfried spits. Grog's girth swells into a perfectly round orb of sloshing liquids while shifting his claws in the iron slits - stopping the flow while the pipe sinks back into the floor. Picking up his newly gorged belly with expanded cheeks, Grog swallows the left-over water in his maw - causing his navel to protrude outward.
Siegfried charges at the dragon rubbing his girth, swinging the hammer into his midsection - it sinks in only to forcefully bounce the weapon back, Grog steadies his sloshing mass while his tail wags. “Oh... I'm, uh! Uuuurp...!” He belches - causing the warriors heir to blow in the nasty burp. “I'm... unstoppable!” He groans. Wobbling over to him with both claws readied, Grog attempts to scratch down at him only to fail from the recent loss in flexibility. “Huh, too waterlogged, eh?” Siegfried laughs. Grog's eyes widen as the warrior swings his mighty maul into the swollen dragons popped navel, re-inserting it - causing the creature to lift his belly in pain. Siegfried crawls on his knees between the dragons legs, Grog panics as he looks down for the warrior, unable to see the ground past his girth. Siegfried places the maul behind his heels, causing the dragon to lose his balance, flailing his arms in fear while falling backwards - practically crushing his wings to the floor under his own mass.
Siegfried climbs up the scales of Grog's jiggling underbelly, standing triumphantly with a powerful swing of the hammer into the side of his tummy, the navel re-pops causing Grog to cry out. Raising the maul high in the air to smash it back in, the dragon begs for mercy. “Stop...! please, you've bested me, warrior. I shall return the water to your people...” “A wise decision.” Siegfried replies. sliding off his gurgling stomach, Grog rolls himself over with hind legs barely touching the tiles. Lifting his body with every ounce of strength he has, he wobbles over to the iron slits in the floor. Bending over as his belly rubs against the ground, Grog balances himself on his abdomen while sliding his claws into the holes. Gently turning them, the drainage pipe slides up as Grog chuckles.
“What's so funny, dragon?” Siegfried questions. “This battle isn't over yet...!” He groans before jamming the pipe down his esophagus. Liquids pumping back into him as he gradually swells larger, the warrior approaches his head while he chugs away. “Still thirsty, eh?” Siegfried slams the hammer on the dragons arm - snapping the bone. A tear trails through the scales of his cheek while attempting to turn off the flow of water vein, whimpering harshly in the realization that he no longer has the strength to shift the gear controlling the flow. “And now the other one!” He shouts while slamming down on the other arm. With both arms broken and trapped beneath the floor, Grog moans as he slowly raises his head to escape his own filling. “Oh no, you wanted this fatty, so now you're going to get it... all of it.” With all of his might, Siegfried smashes the hammer down onto his skull - plunging his head further into the floor. Unable to remove his mouth, Grog cries as his arms noodle around within the iron slits in desperation.
Grown to a whale-sized proportion, Grog takes up more than half of the space that the room has to offer. Hind legs and tail flailing around raised in the air, his perfectly spherical balloon belly gurgles with stretch marks lining down all sides. “Mmmmph!” Grog cries. His teary eyeballs subtly extend out on the verge of eruption, looking up at Siegfried for help as his gargantuan stomach planets. Rumbling like a mini earthquake, a series of cracks spread throughout the ceiling - causing a passageway to gape beneath the light of day. “Stay thirsty, monster.” Siegfried smirks as Grog struggles. Moving to the front of his belly, he slings the hammer over his shoulder before gripping the ultra-tight scales of his girth.
Climbing as fast as he's able, he then balances himself on the wobbling belly blister. Placing his fingers carefully between the cracks of the disappearing scales, Siegfried grips the dangling tail - using it as a rope. Grog wags it angrily to shake him off his over-gorged girth, swinging his tail upward - Siegfried flings into the opening of the ceiling. Landing on a rocky structure on a slope above the valley, the dragons body lets out a noisy whine of strains before he explodes - quickly flooding the room to the brim. Little particles and bits of Grog float around in the water, his head remains attached to the pipe as the water infinitely spews through his open neck. Siegfried smiles at the sight of the water flowing out into the valley, gazing off into the distance with a chuckle. “With the return of the flow of water, my village can finally continue to live in peace.” He sighs...
Of course, not all was at peace across the land...
Arjana, a slender black-haired tribal woman with brown eyes dressed in a tan loincloth and bra walks alone in a desert. Passing by an array of cacti below the blazing sun, she finds herself in the center of a dried-out lake formation on the search for water. Sweating from the heat, she begins to dig in desperation. Feeling her fingers through the warm cracked dirt in a steady kneel to the ground, she lifts a square tile of earth - revealing a golden tiara centered with an elephants face. Smiling at the sight of herself in its clear reflection, she quickly lifts it as land particles subtly pour off. Tilting her head in puzzlement, a coughing voice echoes through it while a puff of sand forcefully exits its nostrils. "Oh, goodness... Thank you so much for rescuing me young lady, I was trapped down in that dark grave for who knows how long?!" Shouts a body-less voice. "...You can talk?" Arjana asks hesitantly. "Ah! Pardon my rudeness, allow me to introduce myself. I am Baraka, spirit of the lake!" He says joyously.
"Spirit of the lake? What lake?" She questions. "Oh that's right, It certainly has been a while. Do me a favor and rub my trunk?" Sliding her palm along the crowns gleaming nose, it cracks in half with a bright flash of light. An anthropomorphic elephant man with golden tusks and sparkling blue eyes stands triumphantly, fists clenched on his hips as his abs glimmer in the sunshine. Arjana gasps in amazement at the physique of this beastly beauty, struggling to get her words out. "D... Do you grant wishes?!" She yelps. "Not exactly, but I can make you a queen. Is that responsibility something you'd be willing to accept?" Baraka asks. "Yes, yes, yes!" She shouts impatiently. "In that case, are you prepared to bear my mystical water as if it's a set of children itself?" He asks sternly. "Um... Yes?" She agrees with uncertainty. "Then lend me your mouth, and accept the gift that shall render you as queen of the lake."
Opening her mouth as widely as possible, Baraka plugs his trunk down her throat while she grips it firmly with timid eyes. Spraying a powerful stream of water into her, Arjana gulps harshly as Baraka places both hands across her pulsating abdomen. Chugging at a fast pace with a groaning belly, she sloshes in a noisy churn while moaning from the growing pains. A tear trails down her cheek as Baraka wipes it away, comforting Arjana in her time of liquid retainment. "Mph...Mph..." she mumbles, bloating like an overinflating beach ball. Spreading both legs to steady herself from the massive weight gain, her navel protrudes outward with a loud popping sound as Baraka stops the filling. Gently sliding his trunk out of her esophagus, he marvels at her perfect orb of a girth, ballooned like she's at the end of a pregnancy with triplets.
Arjana staggers herself with both hands rested on her back for support, whimpering that she can no longer see her own feet from the recent gorging. "I'm so full..." Arjana groans. "Of life my queen, of life..." Says Baraka. Rubbing his hand over her popped belly blister, it jiggles as she regurgitates a gentle squirt followed by a legendary burp: "uuuuuurp..." Distracted by the whiff of her own gas, Baraka disappears. Looking all around to see where he's gone, she peaks down, noticing Baraka in tiara form laying atop her swollen bulk. "Baraka, I can hardly walk!" Arjana says angrily. "Oh, you won't be doing too much walking your majesty, place me on your head and watch the magic." He says while Arjana grumbles. Placing him over her scalp, the lake refills through the cracks with crystal blue water. Rising to her ankles, Arjana drudges her gargantuan self through the lake.
Her legs ache with unbearable pain as she enters the dry terrain, falling to her butt, her soaked legs stick out from beneath her swell. Attempting to stand, she panics from her recent loss of movement. "Baraka, I can't move... Help me!" She whines. "Like I said your majesty, movement is no longer a necessity." He informs. The sand around the lake morphs into grassland as miscellaneous fruit trees extend from the earth, shading her in a small forest paradise while three elephants begin wobbling in through the brush. "I guess I can get used to this." Arjana subtly smiles with a heavy plop to her back, relaxing her body as her animal companions approach with various fruits cupped in their trunks. "Oh no, I'm not hungry, thank you." She blushes while they rub the food along her tanked stomach. "Your majesty, I'm afraid you have no choice but to eat.
In a state of pregnancy with my liquid power, you now carry the responsibility to forever engorge yourself with the food provided in order to keep yourself and the biome healthy." He demands. "But I'm already so huge!" Arjana hollers. "You're not pact enough, now eat! Eat and enlarge with rich nourishment for the land!" Baraka commands as the elephants take turns stuffing the food down her throat. Arjana moans while apples, oranges, and pears get forced down her gullet. Slightly more loaded with an enhanced tightness around her waist, she gropes her belly in agony while a trunk draws a line of mud from atop her extension all the way down to her crotch area with a little circle around her pointed navel. "I'm gonna burst!" Arjana screams while her belly churns in discomfort.
"Please... No more!" She whimpers. "You've been stuffed enough, for now, it's time to rest your loaded body." Baraka says calmly. "I don't want to be queen anymore, I'm going to explode!" Arjana groans. "You're a vessel holding the power of a lake that infinitely provides for a dead environment, and you want to quit because of a mere tummy ache? There's no turning back!" Enraged by her disobedience, Baraka orders an elephant to plunge a watermelon into her throat. Drastically stretching apart her lips while attempting to push it away, her esophagus bulges dramatically as her eyes fill with tears. Shoving it forcefully through her intestines, her tightened mass creaks and whines loudly, ready to split open. "Bup...! No more, I'll obey..." she belches. Transforming into humanoid form, Baraka flicks her navel as he glares at Arjana. "If you ever disobey my authority again, I'll make you bu..." Baraka's sentence cuts off as a granite maul smashes his face - snapping one of his golden tusks in half.
Siegfried, a brave muscular warrior stances himself wielding his heavy hammer. "I've bested some of the greatest of adversaries, now's your chance to walk away." He offers. "Warrior, you've made a fatal mistake...!" Baraka hollers weakly as he grips his broken tusk, sticking it against Arjana's underbelly. "Don't come any closer, or I'll pop her like a water balloon!" Upon finishing his sentence, Siegfried swiftly hurls his granite maul at his head. In a final smash to the face, the other tusk snaps - causing Baraka to fade away into magical sand in the wind. The elephants run without hesitation, leaving the area in fear as he pats Arjana's over-gorged abdomen.
"Siegfried... Where did you go during the drought back in the village?" "I had to slay a dragon, the river's back and as strong as ever!” The vegetation surrounding them dies while the lake drains into the ground. “You seem to have suffered the same fate as my former adversary, you didn't decide to do this to yourself - did you?” Siegfried questions. “...Yes.” Arjana replies shamefully. “No matter, until you lose some water-weight we'll just lay here... together.” He smiles as Arjana blushes. Resting his arms against her sloshing bulk, he lays to her side before gently pressing his lips to her cheek. “This must be what you'll look like when we have real babies.” He winks. THE END
Category Story / Inflation
Species Dragon (Other)
Gender Multiple characters
Size 135 x 105px
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