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Bod's Day Off

Pleasant dreams. The warmth of the covers, and the enveloping darkness. This was how most days got started for Bod, as the rising sun began to peek its way through gaps in the bedroom window curtains. Before the dozing dragon could wake, a light sensor was tripped, and the gentile whirr of a compressor broke the silence within the room. If one were to follow the sound, they'd see the little compressor sitting there on the back of the headboard, next to a little potted cactus.

Snaking out of the compressor was a soft and flexible hose, travelling down one side of the bed, and under the covers to its sleeping occupant. Obviously the Dragon within had configured this novel form of waking up the night before, as the hose was quite secure, nestled between pudgy red rump cheeks. A rising lump began to form under the covers, rising up bigger than the moment as fresh air was pumped into the still slumbering fellow. Grunting, Bod began to stir as the basket ball sized lump in his gut grew to beach ball sizes, causing the blankets to slide off to the side and expose his warm hide to the coolness of the room.

With a grunt, Bod opened his bright blue eyes, blinking a few times before focusing on the rising blimp of a gut he was growing. The yellow-on-red mass of dragon hide was certainly doing its best to keep on swelling, effortlessly accepting more air from his bedside pump. Grinning at the sight of it, he decided it was best to switch the system off before he was too big to move around easily, and reached up to slap the off switch. The steady whirr of the compressor faded away in moments, leaving the puffy dragon to work his way up to a sitting position. Taking a moment, he reached as far around his gut as he could, rumbling and thumping his tail this way and that. It was like hugging a soft yoga ball. A warm one, at that.

Thanks to years of practice, it was relatively easy to vault out of bed, briefly bumping belly-first off one wall before achieving a relatively stable bipedal stance. That done, it was a small matter to extract the hose from his backside, and wobble his way into the washroom. It took a minute or two of delicate squeezing and shuffling to the side to make it through the doorway without incident, as rectangular door frames were just not suited to ballooned dragons. Repeating the process on the bathroom door, Bod began to think that he should have more rounded doorways installed.

Slapping in the general direction of the wall eventually turned the lights on, and the lovely bathroom revealed itself out of the gloom. At once it was both simple and somewhat lavish, possessing a relatively straight-forward sink basin and cabinets, toilet, and counter. But there was also a huge jet tub and standing shower with multiple nozzles, water wands, and sprayer heads. And to top it all off, there was a rotating brush in the middle of the room, for scaly types to rub up against and buff what needs buffing.

Overall, it was a very pleasant part of the house. The whole room was meant to deal with moisture as well, so it was simply a matter of wobbling his bloated frame over to the shower section, and turning it on. No need to cram himself through yet another door! It took but a moment to get various sprayers hosing him down from multiple directions, and he hummed to himself while turning around against the flow of warm water. Reaching up to a shelf, Bod selected a little bottle of cleaner, and brought it down to pop open the cap. He'd gotten a few sample sized bottles from another red dragon he knew, and he'd learned only to use a very small amount of the stuff unless he wanted to fill the entire room to capacity. As he had plans for the day, he merely let a few drops drip into one hand, and put the bottle away safely.

The bubbly soap lathered freely and frothed up as he rubbed it over his gut, sides, and other bits that needed a good cleaning. The secondary effects began to kick in immediately, making the well rounded dragon rumble with pleasure as his already plus sized belly and sides started to hiss and swell up bigger, inch by inch. If his calculations were right, he should still be perfectly mobile despite the added bloat, though getting back out to the main house might be interesting.

The hissing continued and he couldn't help but lean down on the floor, lazing against his belly as it grew into a giant ball, nearly as big around as he was tall before the effects finally fizzled out. Huffing at the state he was in, Bod eventually shut the water off, and turned his attention to the cylindrical buffing brush that took up the centre of the large washroom. Leaning sideways, he managed to tap the foot control to turn the thing on, and was soon rubbing his bloated body up against the super soft buffing brush, getting dry and taking care of any unwanted dead skin or scale plate. It felt absolutely glorious against his stretched out hide, and he spent perhaps a little too much time lazing up against the wonderful machine.

A growl in his stomach told him it was time to get on with the day however, and he turned to face his next challenge. An entirely too small doorway. Fortunately he'd had some practice with this, and knew what to do. First, he got the door open. That was an adventure in and of itself, what with several feet of belly in the way. Next he backed through the door as far as he could go, until his gut became securely wedged. Then it was a matter of gently wiggling back and forth, squishing his flexible skin through the frame, one bit at a time. The smell of breakfast preparing itself in the kitchen wafted into his nostrils, making him drool slightly with anticipation of the feast waiting for him. He'd selected what he wanted the night before, and various automatic devices were going to town mixing, cooking, and serving up a feast worthy of a hungry dragon. Automatic kitchens were yet another wonderful product available from the Fyreworks corporation, and one Bod had learned to love.

After several minutes of wiggling, he uncorked himself from the door with a squeak, and wobbled down the hall into the kitchen. A feast of waffles, eggs, bacon, sausages, and sweet pastries were waiting to be devoured, as well as a good gallon of coffee. Grinning impishly to himself, the puffed up dragon simply toppled forward onto his own gut, and laid there against the kitchen island shovelling food down his gullet. Sure there was several thousand calories worth of food there, but being a dragon took a lot of energy. Especially one as... volatile as Bod could be. All the food soon vanished as if inhaled, and Bod left the kitchen to deal with itself.

Rolling upright, he turned around carefully and wobbled his way over to his work station, letting it power up and get ready for another day of streaming. Bod liked to draw, and liked to show off his expandable frame. Thanks to the wonders of technology, he could do both! Two cameras allowed viewers to see what he was drawing, and see his big bloated frame round out further thanks to another air compressor mounted on a shelf nearby. Once more flopping down onto his gut, it was a small matter to reach around and firmly lodge another hose in his backside, grunting as he got a good fit. A few good puffs of air filled his already large gut up to a more comfortable size to work on, and he tugged keyboard and tablet up onto his own ballooned frame while leaning close to the monitors. A perfect squeaky work surface!

Hours passed as he happily showed off his drawing skills and expansive body, occasionally adding more air until his bloated body filled up most of the room. Inch by inch he filled out, squeaking against furniture and floor alike, with much creaking and groaning.

Needless to say the stream was quite popular.

As the morning turned to early afternoon, he began to grow hungry again. The only trouble was that he was far too bloated to use the kitchen effectively, and still rising up higher off the ground as the steadily whirring pump did its thing. Fortunately for all involved, this was part of the plan. Carefully setting his tablet and other peripherals aside on a nearby shelf, he relaxed as the pump gradually picked up speed, following some preprogrammed settings he'd setup much earlier. A computer controlled household really was a magical thing, as was a room filling rubbery dragon.

Huffing out his bliss, Bod relaxed against his own swelling frame as his gargantuan belly reached out to squish against the walls, head getting smooshed around puffy cheeks, and limbs sinking further into his spherical torso. The streaming camera tracked his progress for the eager worldwide audience of puffy kinksters, watching the large rubbery dragon fill the main living space of the house to capacity. With many groans and squeaks, Bod eventually hit his limit as he'd done so many times before, and went to pieces. Quite literally.

Exploding into fine rubbery scraps of dragon confetti, bits of Bod blew out any open windows and generally scattered around the house, soon to be gathered up by helpful sweeper robots into a nice pile. Sensing no further movement, his computer system shut the stream down with a standardized message, and logged any personal messages for reading later.

Within minutes scraps of Bod were already starting to come back together, and the automatic kitchen began preparing a heavy lunch for a hungry dragon. Being blown to bits was energy intensive! No doubt he'd be up and about again in no time flat, ready to take care of the rest of his daily duties, and perhaps stream again later. For now, he was lost in the limbo of the freshly exploded, effectively having a mid-day nap.

Days off were a wonderful thing. One to be experienced to their fullest!

-Tombfyre, 2016

Bod (c) Himself