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What Went Wrong - Scene 2 By Bartan Tirix

The somewhat trashed warehouse was nearly silent, save for the constant purrs of a certain blue wyrm. Sleeping the most comfortable slumber in his entire life as the hexeped held him patiently, giving him a very fluffy mattress for the dragon to embrace. One of pure white fur, long and dense, lacking any sort of sheading. Allowing the blue one to breathe in a calming scent deeply without getting a snoutfull of debris.

It made the polar bear's muzzle smile, really. Stroking the once exhausted wyrm gently to keep him comfortable, especially after such a large release. Though still observing the room around them to discover what exactly happened here: the dozens of cabinets and shelves pushed back and toppled over. Some steel frames actually bent after a large amount of weight overpowered them, then a specific tank of air somewhat nearby. One that was still plugged in, with an inflated adult toy at the very end of the hose.

The Counterweight could take a good guess. Thea stumbling along such a toy and got curious about it, those draconic instincts was something the bear was familiar with, after all. But he didn't think this one specifically was interested in such things. However, something the blue one was clearly interested in was felt pulsing down below.

Interested indeed, as Thea lightly whimpered through those purrs. Resting on top of the six legged bear as his draconic red spear started to slowly peek out of its protection, the flare separating the hundreds of white strands that made the comfortable mattress. Carefully digging those black dulled claws into Bartan a bit as that blue muzzle bunted the side of his neck, shifting those hips and tail a bit as the wyrm was rewarded with a few ripples of pleasure.

It wasn't until that draconic tongue started licking that Thea came to, instantly freezing and releasing a sharp whimper when he noticed movement from the stroking white paws. Getting Bartan to chuckle a bit and return the lick on the dragon's shoulder, softly kissing those scales before giving the younger one a proper hug. "How'd you sleep?" Another sharp whimper in response, likely now recalling what happened before the wyrm passed out. Reaching down to feel his underside a bit. "Relax, you're safe now."

A faint sigh of relief before those maroon eyes glanced at the bear shyly. "There's no need to be embarrassed." The furred one informed him. "But I would like to know what happened." Those frilled ears turned deep red with blush, nearly invading the tip of his draconic muzzle as well.

"I..." A loud swallow, hearing another soft chuckle before that white paw motioned him to relax on that soft chest.

"Start from the beginning."

"Beginning...?" Thea mumbled, trying to recall it himself. "I... Remember taking a nap because I was bored, then..." A noise in question. "I was kidnapped." A louder chuckle from Bartan that time, feeling that polar bear muzzle shake along the deep blue spines. "Put into..."

"A burlap sack?" The wyrm attempted to look up at the counterweight, but only really got to see those strange pair of ears on the side of his head. "So this was the troublemaker's doing? Why did they snatch you?"

"You say that like they've done this before." The dragon snorted, hearing a bit of laughter from the hexeped. "I thought you were the one who...?"

"Me? I've been out for a while. Was called to do some work." Those red eyes attempted to look at him curiously. "Long story, I'll tell you later. But the other Bartan is around here somewhere."

"Other...?" That time Thea actually moved to take a good look at the one he's been resting on. "Oh... You're the one from the parties-" The dragon suddenly whimpered a bit when he accidently slid down and felt his pouch touch another furred one and almost look behind at it. Freezing in place once again before getting a couple of taps.

"Thea?" A whimper in question. "Whether you move or not, I can still see you." Those blue ears fell a little bit. "You're in a safe place. Relax."

"I-I just..." A motion to go on, as well as pull the wyrm down to rest again. "The other two ended up..."

"Having a session?" A loud whine as those wings started to move up to cover his head.

"Without my permission, mind you." He snorted.

"Your consent?" A bit of an uncomfortable look was felt through the slightly smaller one, as the bear just stroked his sides. On the verge of tickling him. "Did they say why?"

"Something about a... Sample needed for someone, I donno."

"Ah, Fanservice?" The wyrm curled his neck at the furball, meeting the chuckling gaze.

"The hell do you mean, Fanservice? Next to no one even read Anthem!"

"Doesn't mean you don't have fans." A grumble from Thea as that furred snout nudged him. "You mention another, who was it?"

"The... Big yellow one."

"Beo?" A faint nod, but those frilled ears went back. "He can be a bit overpowering. His husbands like that."

"Husband_ S _?"

"Yes, me and Dia'vidd." A whimper of embarrassment as the dragon now felt a bit awkward, nearly bad talking about his mate. Getting another nudge to signal no hard feelings. "Did you enjoy yourself?" That question made the blue one tense up, nearly bracing the living mattress like before he passed out. "Thea?"

"S..." The blue one whimpered, swallowing again. "S-safe space?"

"Very safe space." Another whine before hugging the bear tightly.

"_Soooooo_much...!" A loud chuckle as Bartan licked him. "Y-you know those moments where you felt like something was missing in your life, then someone suddenly decides to blow you up like a blimp in the middle of shafting your tail?" A much louder laugh from the bear that even made the wyrm smile brightly, though still a little shy. "I just..."

"Enjoyed yourself?" That head lowered with a whimper, but the blue one couldn't help but grin at the thought of it. "So much so that you decided to try it yourself once you were alone?" That time a wing covered the two as Thea shielded his eyes. "Hey, it's okay."

"I-I just wanted to... Try it. Just a little bit."

"Until you released?"

"Y-yes. Just until... And then it started to turn on again! Filling me up more and more-!" Another whine from the wyrm as a wet squirt was felt on that furred lower belly. Again, getting a whimper from the action, but the counterweight thought nothing of it. Just continued to stroke him and comfort the younger one. "Why am I like this? Why do I feel like I need to..."

"Mount something-?" "-Mount something, yes." Another chuckle. "Do you... Know?"

"I think you've been repressed." The blue wyrm looked at the counterweight through his paws. "Your body has barely been introduced to sex other than that one session with Zhaiothe." A faint whine in response. "Have you been a bit more antsy since then? Feeling sometimes frustrated for no reason?" A sigh in defeat as Thea nodded, only getting a soft smile from the furball. "Odds are your body is being pent up and it needs to be released."

"They have felt kinda full lately."

"Not exactly what I meant." Another whine as the bear chuckled, hugging the younger one. Giving him another lick along the neck. "Your sexual energy can back up if not taken care of."

"And... The only way to do that is to..." A faint whimper as a nod was felt. "But haven't I already...?"

"Sometimes it does take multiple sessions to stabilize the energy. It's not good for you to have it constantly up and down, or even just drain it all at once." A grumble in disappointment from the blue one.

"S-so, it's not just about... Emptying. It's more about..." A soft paw moved under his chin, leading his eyesight out of the makeshift tent sheltering him as those brown discs gazed into them. The two locking eyes for a few powerful moments before Bartan nodded slowly.

"You can't keep restraining yourself, or neglecting this. It's not good for you in many different ways." That maroon look fell a bit with his ears. "It might be time for you to start looking for a partner to help with these things." A slightly embarrassed mumble from the young one. "But until then, we can help you."

"A-and by 'we'...?"

"Me, Beo, even Dia would likely be interested in something playful." That blush invaded his scales deeply. "Even the troublemakers could, if you want." A large double take.

"Y-your hatchlings!?" The bear lifted a paw.

"Relax. They have adult forms, and are told to strictly use them for such sessions." An embarrassed whimper. "I can explain later, if you wish. You're not in any rush to return home, correct?" A sad look from Thea, one that almost worried him. "Yes, I do know more than I let on."

"Right, you're like... Some kind of god." A faint chuckle from the furred one. "...No. I'm... Not in any rush." A breath in defeat nearly deflated the dragon. "I almost wonder if it's better that I didn't return." A slow nod from the bear as he just comforted him.

"You're always welcomed here." A snout toss from that blue muzzle made Bartan chuckle.

"Of course I am. You just want me to get mounted again by your brass wall."

"Perhaps." The furred one teased, giving the space between the wyrm's nostrils a lick. "But your needs would be met." A slightly uncomfortable groan as Thea's weapon almost throbbed at the opportunity. "Tell me, what are they saying now?"

"S... Saying...?"

"What do you desire, Thea'daisis?" A sad look from the dragon was met with a soft smile, that paw lifting his head up gently. "Anything you want at this moment, I can grant." A few moments of silence as the blue one's mind almost raced, speeding through thoughts like his heart currently was. Eventually drifting that gaze towards the air tank a ways from them. "We can get to that later, if you wish. But is there something else you'd like to try?" Another look from the dragon, one of almost shame. "Yes?"

"...Safe space?" A chuckle from the furred one.

"Very safe space, Thea. Don't worry." A bit of an awkward breath from the blue wyrm.

"...This is going to sound... Narcissistic, and I don't even think it's possible, but-"

"Thea." The bear playfully interrupted him, scratching under his jaw a bit. "Out with it."

"Have..." A breath. "Have you... Ever wanted to...?" A look in question as those brown eyes encouraged him to continue. "M-... Mount yourself?" The gaze didn't let off for a few moments and Thea whimpered. "I-I shouldn't have said-"

"No, no. It's okay. I'm just trying to figure out what you mean, specifically." Thea looked at him. "As in, you want to have your lower horn under your own tail?"

"N-no. Not exactly." A motion to go on. "More like..." A breath as he stared in thought. "Like, I wish there was another... Me? To... Y'know..."

"So, a clone?" Those frilled ears perked up a bit, then the sudden shut of the door from afar got the dragon's attention. "Like this?" When the maroon gaze returned, Thea found himself staring at... Himself. What was once a fluffy pillow became an exact copy of the wyrm, down to the very finest details. Including what his own pouch was resting on.

The younger dragon had to take a step back in awe, feeling his own tail as he rested his haunches on it. Not only the feeling of the tail below him, but as if a dragon his size was sitting on the tail. It stunned the blue one, carefully reaching on his clone's lower chest and belly, touching the soft belly scales and even feeling the imprint of his own paw in the exact location on his own body. "How...?" The guest whispered.

"Counterweights are capable of many things, Thea." The 'bear' responded, even in the dragon's voice. Though it did sound slightly off to him, like listening to a recording. "I take it this is what you meant?" A slow nod as Thea took another step back, those red eyes locking on that lower horn his image had equipped. Once again; a perfect mimicry, down to every little spine along the red flesh. Feeling the warm exhale of his own breath before giving it a soft lick.

The wave of bliss transferred into his own body, as the two dragons purred in sync. Surprising Thea for the moment, but not for long. Now understanding how this was going to work. With every lap from his red tongue, he could feel the very imprint on the appendage, as well as the moist softness along his own tool. Letting it leak out those green fluids that he gathered before taking the weapon within his jaws.

A gentle capture of its flare before the constant licks along the tip caused the two wyrms to take deep breaths. Their scales clicking loudly as the wave went up and down their bodies, soon taking it a bit further inside the younger one's maw. Instantly getting feedback to what felt good and what felt slightly off, and soon getting much better at the job. Taking a few minutes before more progress caused the two to release a large jolt and pant loudly. "W-wait..." Bartan stated, getting the attention of the real blue dragon. "Swing yourself around."

A look in question, but those blue paws gave him instructions. Getting the feral wyrm to side-step several times until that other blue muzzle was within reach of his own equipment. Meeting it with a soft lick that Thea could taste, as it traveled down towards his sheath and sack. Playfully nudging and lapping at it while the younger one continued with his own work, having a hard time to nearly tell who was doing what.

But that bear's blue muzzle still went further passed, pressing into the base of Thea's tail before kissing his slit. Getting a whimper of pleasure from both of them before it slipped inside and getting a spray of green. One that he could feel on his own blue chest, even when the clone's weapon was in his maw. Lapping at his seed before letting it slide down that long blue neck.

The two continued for several minutes, practicing their tonguework on each other as they started to approach the edge quickly. The constant leaks and torrents the dragons were firing started to stain the bedding they rested on, washing down his image's shoulders and neck while leaking out of his own muzzle. The strong taste of cloves, as well as grapes and blueberries, entrancing the two in a sea of constant motions.

Until that tongue went too deep inside that tailhole, pressing up against a certain sweet spot and sending them both passed the point of no return. Feeling it fast approaching, but the two didn't stop. Instead, worked harder. Lapping harder, sucking harder. Even after the first several sprays of pre, until the heavy torrent of the real release stunned Thea enough to stop. Constantly drinking his own seed as it launched into his muzzle and down his throat.

Soon though, his belly started to feel full. Taking a staggering two steps back before feeling that opened maw between his hind legs, and sticking his tower within it. Spraying into Bartan's snout while his clone was leaking those green juices over Thea's face. Coating over that blue snout and between his eyes with a comfortable warmth, as the fluids traveled down and around that muzzle. That bear still somehow being able to move during such a large orgasm and continually sucking him off until it triggered a second one. Causing both blue balls to completely deflate before Thea's eyes and whimper loudly.

But he wanted it, so badly. Ignoring his belly instinct telling the dragon he was full, Thea latched onto the tool in front of him again. Feeling it pulse over and over before the river of constant sprays. Both wyrms feeling a pair of large torrents slide down their necks and fatten up their undersides slightly with every spray. Not letting go until all the red weapons could do was twitch.

The top wyrm panted heavily before starting to move. Sliding his tool inside that maw a few more times to get anything else out, until the paw tapped him. Signaling him to stop and he took a step back. Letting the dragons catch their breaths a bit before feeling Bartan's tongue clean off the younger one's equipment. "That was..." Thea started.

"Wonderful-?" "-Wonnnderfuuuuuullll...!" The lower dragon chuckled. "I wish it didn't have to end so quickly... But I just couldn't hol-"

"You want a refill?" A double take from the blue one, looking down at his clone for a moment in surprise. Getting a loud chuckle when he seen Thea's face covered in a thin green coating. "I could, but..."

The younger one sighed. "We shouldn't until I-"

"I think you should do it instead." Another double take that stuck with younger one, getting another chuckle in response as his clone's blue paws stroked those sides a bit. Getting a slight shock that lightly flinched the one on top.

"The hell was that?" The younger one grumbled, getting almost a devious smirk from his partner.

"You tell me." Thea's neck curled. "Place your paw on... Well, 'your' pouch." His head tilted that time, looking over at the deflated bag in between the hind legs before him. Spreading wide and welcoming any contact. Another glance at his mirrored self only got him a gesture to go ahead, releasing another grumble before lightly poking the sack. Feeling the dragon below toss his snout. "Gotta leave it on longer than that."

It definitely sounded like Thea, perhaps being in the dragon's body was making the Counterweight act more like him? Regardless, the younger dragon grumbled and did as suggested. Resting a paw on that blue bag, only to feel it start to refill from the inside. Flowing through the drained pouch and causing it to bloat outwards the longer he left his paw over it, the sudden rush of such a thing knocked the breath out of Thea enough to rest on top of his clone. Getting a few affectionate licks from the snout he was nearly sitting on. "You can go bigger, if you like."

"W-what?" The clone chuckled at him, making Thea whimper a bit at the idea of it, but it was a whine of almost excitement. Looking over his image's pouch while the one below lapped at his own, still feeling about just as full. However... It could hold more. A lot more. The statement made the younger one smile shyly and blush as that paw slid up against it to feel that rush once again.

It was like turning on a facet that lead directly into that pouch, letting it flow with warmth as it filled up both bags. Stopping when they started to feel tight, both in paw and his own package, as it made the top dragon feel very frisky. Lapping that warm balloon while squatting over the blue muzzle below him, and feel that red tongue massage it carefully. Taking caution with his fangs, but grazing the soft protection and stimulating the danger of those teeth possibly snagging.

Lick after thick lick, and the top wyrm started to get a bit more daring. Almost gnawing at his clone's pouch softly, being careful not to squeeze one of those testies inside. Instead, just appreciating the feeling of the dense and bloated scales, like a filled water balloon that still had some room left to overflow.

The thoughts of such a thing got the dragon excited, carefully tugging that blue bag in his maw and feeling it for himself. The light stretching of the flexible protection, how the seed inside morphed around his fangs, it all got him to pull a little harder. Stimulating those instincts as the image below attempted to do the same, squirting a bit of those fluids out in the process, but it wasn't enough.

A few more harder laps and playful tugs, and Thea let go of Bartan's pouch. Licking beyond it and washing those hamstrings with his tongue, getting closer and closer to his own slit that still held the scent of that blue juice. Bunting it a bit before penetrating the bottom wyrm with his red appendage, getting a whimper from both of them as it echoed within their bodies. Feeling the bear mimic such an action to get twice the stimulation and causing those tails to flail about, squeezing those tongues as their bodies squirmed a bit in bliss.

The hind claws of the bottom dragon were raking beside the younger one's neck, nearly scratching him in the process as one of Thea's paws wrapped around them. Pressing it into that pouch under his throat and whimper in pleasure as it once again started to grow. Soon feeling his own getting tighter as it came up to standard capacity, yet he didn't let go. Loving the feeling of that bag getting denser and denser, like climbing up a thick barricade. The strange magics pumping more and more seed into those pouches before they broke down that wall and started to expand past the dragon's normal limit.

It was happening almost twice as fast now, as that blue paw remained grasping Bartan's sack. Getting mental scales of info as they pulsed the protection wider and wider. 1.25x... 1.50x... 1.75x, the bliss was overwhelming. Stunning Thea and making him unable to really concentrate while his tongue was still within that tailhole. 2.0x... 2.25x... 2.75x, the scales started to groan at the constant growth.

At 3 times size, the two wyrms sprayed wildly at their undersides. Causing them to completely stop and just hold onto each other's haunches as their orgasms processed. Soaking the blankets and pillows below them, as well as the bottom one's wings, as the two sang loudly. Yet, the dragon in control wasn't done. In the mists of such barrages, Thea used both his paws to grasp that lower wyrm's pouch, almost too harshly.

It actually stun his own for a moment, but soon felt both bags drastically increase. Refilling back up to 3x and moving straight though that wall like it was hardly there. Those scales groaning loudly as they started to fill the spaces between their hinds, fogging up their minds with bliss as they could barely make out the numbers. 5.5x... 6.75x... 8.0x...! Passed 11 times filled size they started to hurt with warnings, causing him to finally let go.

Panting, the top dragon rested his head on the newly formed liquid pillow, loving the weight it gave off and the very faint green color that could be seen when something was pressed into it. Getting him to lap at it with his red tongue, but even after just having a spraying session, the younger one wanted more...!

Standing up made him feel the full weight of such an act between his legs. Having it heavier before, sure, but he got to really see just how bloated that pouch was made in such a short amount of time. Turning around to lay nearly muzzle to muzzle with his clone as Thea started to search for that tailhole, prodding at the base of his tail and moving up. Feeling every movement on his very own, the warm solid tip of his tool, the wet touch of his pen's marking as it stroked up higher and higher.

Soon finding that slit, just begging for the red flare to enter it as his tongue lapped at his image's collar. Getting constant pants and licks from Bartan over that spineful mane while those blue paws comforted the younger one. Encouraging such an act, and was slightly puzzled when it started to move slightly lower. Feeling Thea's paw reach down the bear's scaled side until he whimpered, stroking his now draconic tool for a bit before going further.

The light touch of a single digit was enough to start making those pouches grow again, racing them to another climax as that protection grew more and more taut. 13x... 14x... 15x, the tools started to leak wildly as the bags became too tight. Finally getting the top dragon to let go and slam his weapon straight into his image's rear, feeling the sudden penetration for himself and actually stunning him for a few moments.

But the younger one powered through it, sliding that red tower in and out of that blue wyrm as they sang loudly. Starting to feel the floor under them raise Bartan up on an angle to make the movements easier, to have the gravity stroke those ridges as they both passed the point of no return. That didn't stop Thea though, such a burst of energy rushing through him, demanding to keep going. To keep mating the creature in his paws! Slam into that tail, those haunches harder! Harder!

Their tails thrashed wildly behind them, the top one's striking the ground a few times and causing it to crack. Their wings fluttered ungracefully, spreading out widely to make the younger one appear bigger. Getting Thea about to bite that neck as the sudden rush started to flow through his weapon in heavy torrents, but that jaw only strained open wide. Getting the two to roar very loudly within the warehouse as they released their seed in massive sprays.

Though it wasn't inflating his own belly, the younger one could still feel the warm fluids launch within. Causing that lower end to fill up quickly before getting those belly scales to bulge between them. Redirecting the constant sprays of the free weapon as the underside grew tighter and tighter. Though having an escape; whereas Thea's tool couldn't knot the fluids inside.

That didn't stop Bartan's belly from growing though. Reaching up to his chest as both sets of forepaws pressed up against the bloating dragon, loving the constant strains and groans, even feeling Thea's muzzle bunt alongside his image's neck as the fluids started to make their way up. Meeting that higher muzzle with a deep kiss as the green liquids started to leak out, drinking his own release as it started to spread to the older dragon's sides.

The large belly pulsed with every spray that entered it, wrapping around Thea and his embrace of such a large bubble. Groaning while it expanded between them, until the majority of those torrents started to just leak out from the tailslit. Allowing the two to catch their breaths with heavy pants, letting the green juices drip from their maws without any care. The older one smiling at Thea's expression, as well as the mess on his face from before and beginning to lap it off.

It honestly felt so wonderful, to be bathed by an already messy tongue. His weapon still logged inside the fat dragon in his arms, still throbbing and twitching with every post release his now stiff body could muster. Slowly licking that underjaw of Bartan's before giving him a deep kiss, one much more passionate than before. Both wyrms nearly losing themselves in such a moment for several unending moments.

Without realizing it, both sets of paws were also massaging that stuffed belly in the process. Enlonging their trance of lapping each other's maws, until the younger one pressed a little further, then a little more. Slowly attempting to fully latch onto that muzzle and seal it, getting the 'bear' to chuckle a little bit before hearing the dominant dragon blow air until that muzzle. However, it leaking out between their lips, getting Thea to grumble and try again. Failing once more before cursing. "How did he even do this...?"

"Who? Beo?" The counterweight asked with an occupied muzzle, getting a noise in confirmation. "You just gotta do it correctly. Here, I'll lead you." A noise in question from the dragon on top as he started hearing Bartan's voice in his head. ("Press a bit forward, until your teeth lock inbetween mine.") A few encouraging laps from his twin's red tongue beckoned Thea forward, getting those fangs to slide tightly in. ("Close your lips tightly. Now, I want you to take a very deep breath through your snout, but keep your cheeks very stiff. Tighten them as much as you can. Inhale. More. More.") Almost a grumble from the top one. ("Stick your chest out as far as you can.")

A few more sniffs of air to fill up his lungs, getting his chest to press into the bloated dragon's own. ("Now blow.") Thea did so, causing his clone's cheeks to start to round out a bit, but also got his own to do the same. The two containing most of the air, as the younger one attempted to break the seal on their lips. ("Keep your lips shut. Exhale the extra air out of your cheeks through your nose.") It took a bit of time, but he did so. (Alright, your attempting to blow with your cheeks and your lungs. You can't.") A growl in response. ("Exhale with your chest and its muscles. Like you're trying to release air from your stomach.") A grumble that time as those frilled ears went back a bit. Closing those maroon eyes to concentrate on his body's movements. ("Breathe. Deeper. More. Keep going. As much as you can hold. Expanding that chest as far as you can make it. Cheek muscles solid as steel. Brace your jaw tightly. Now blow!")

The younger one did, feeling the air pass through his throat and almost do battle against the pressure. ("With your chest-with your chest! Squeeze your ribs tightly! Don't let it all backfire! Fight the pressure! Keep going-!") Bartan's cheeks suddenly puffed out greatly, even causing that long blue neck to swell a bit. ("Great job! But keep that pressure under control. Okay, another one. Inhale.") The dragon did so, taking a very deep breath before blowing it into his image. Feeling that neck begin to bloat out a little more with each breath. ("Wonderful, you're getting the hang of this!")

The two purred loudly as the younger one kept pumping the bloated dragon up little by little. Feeling the scales stretching and echoing through his own body, causing a few more sprays from below as the counterweight's body became rounder and rounder. Constantly adding more puffs of air though that deep kiss, slowly pushing the other dragon out of that tailslit as that belly bulged out. Stretching passed Bartan's reach as those four paws kneaded the sensitive scales.

That flare slipped out of under the older dragon's tail, the weight of that heavy pouch forcing Thea to step back a bit and let the filled wyrm slide down to the ground. Yet, those muzzles still locked in. Purring loudly as those tongues wrestled a bit before the original blue one started pulling his clone forwards. Letting the Counterweight roll onto that belly and chest, unable to reach the ground without a lot of effort.

That is, until Thea started adding more and more puffs, inflating that belly a little higher with every breath. Every whimper of bliss, omitting from both dragons. Feeling those stretched underside scales expand outwards in several directions and nearly bouncing the ballooned one higher with every breath. Causing those blue cheeks to puff outwards a little more, that long neck to swell up and nearly create an image of Thea if he were to put on a few hundred pounds.

Yet, for some reason, that appealed to him. Surviving on so little food all his life, he wouldn't mind the pudgy look. Especially if it gave him this much euphoria, making the younger one to make his clone bigger. Bigger! Puff after puff, letting those sides swell up drastically with wonderful round curves. Getting that chest to balloon outwards with every puff, causing those forearms of both wyrms to nearly claw at such a dense feeling. Those hind legs spread widely as Bartan's equipment was pointed backwards, that underside growing dramatically to take in such volumes.

Higher and higher, the blue balloon got. Upgrading from a simple air toy to a small blimp as Thea continued. Even when his body was being forced to stand on his hind legs to reach that blue muzzle, that chest pushing him further and further back. Causing the bloated one to lean forward and spread most of the intake towards that lower belly, making it round out into a large bubbled cushion.

The blue scales groaned loudly with every puff, getting them to stretch slowly as the dragons continued to endure wave after wave of bliss. Causing them to spray against the overfilled belly several times before getting so full that it started to lift Thea up. Making the younger one slightly panic about falling backwards and break his muzzle grip. Feeling some of the pressure release from Bartan's maw before it was clamped shut by two sets of paws, the two giving off their own sets of shy smiles before the bloated wyrm motioned something behind. ("Over there, in the drawer. Should be a strap, as well as a plug.")

"Plug?" The younger one curled his neck, but searched regardless.

("Yes, you can't feel the leak?")

"N-no. I was holding your snout pretty shut."

("The other opening, dear.") That made Thea actually stop in place and whimper a bit, now starting to feel a warm breeze around his tailslit. Stimulating his pelvis again as he could make out his image attempt to clench those muscles shut. Regardless, he found the toy and strap and brought it over, handing the dragon the large belt while he made his way around the other end.

Feeling the phallic shape in his paws, that friskiness returned to the younger one. Getting him to rub his muzzle along the taut underside a bit while taking hold of that blue tail. Pulling it gently towards him while licking off those green fluids that coated the stretched scales separating those hindquarters. Getting a few squirts from that red fountain and drinking it straight from the tap for a few moments, especially when he pressed that toy into the rather presented tailhole.

It made his own feel like it was stretching wider, much like when that titan was on top of him. Gently pressing it in and twisting it while muzzling his clone off once again, hearing the Counterweight sing with every broad movement, causing that filled dragon to squirm a little bit in pleasure. Getting a large jolt of his own seed when the toy slipped inside, giving Thea a free paw to stroke that ballooned underside with. Though it was tighter before, it was still very enjoyable for the two.

They played with it for what almost felt like hours, squeezing and pressing into that large belly until the younger one took a green shower. Letting the smaller torrents spray into the roof of his muzzle before leaking out over that lower belly, washing the shiny scales with it. Lapping over that spineful tool that took on his shape, the very ballooned underside that was basically his own.

Those claws dug into the deep blue scales, creating large indents for as long as his strength could hold. Feeling the very bliss ripple through his own body and re-stimulate it over and over, causing those blue pouches to eventually become empty before getting a dense refill back near that 10x mark. Repeating over and over until the area around them was completely soaked in green juices.

Yet, somehow Thea still wanted more. Not getting the fatigue he normally felt, but a desire to see that belly bigger. Those scales to stretch out once again, like when that behemoth would embrace him tightly. His maroon eyes trailed off to the tank lying on the floor nearby, making him whimper a bit in excitement once he recognized what it was. ("What are you thinking about?") The bear asked, chuckling when he made the connection.

But the dragon didn't respond, instead walked towards the large object and set it back up. His heart racing when he nearly felt that massive tautness before the heavy sting, and desiring it feel that again. Or perhaps... A glance over at the bloated image of himself, one with a strapped muzzle just perfect for sticking a hose into, and a plug in the other end. One that could be replaced with another form of plug. Perhaps he could feel that way again, and maybe a little more...?

The younger wyrm looked his clone in the eyes from afar, getting a nod that thrilled his heart. ("You want to? Sure, bring it over.") He couldn't help but make that tail wag as he started to drag the object over, giving that ballooned chest a small hug and bunt of affection that made Bartan chuckle. ("The attachment should just screw off, but check the back panel on the pump itself. It should have a few more options.") Those frilled ears perked in question as he took a look, finding a few switches. ("What are they set on?")

"...Endless!?" The smaller one growled a bit, almost wanting to glare at the titan or smaller bear. Assuming they left the tank in the room with him, for him to... Trip on and likely hit the switch accidently. He snorted at the thought of such a thing being a coincidence, likely getting a puzzled look from the rounder dragon. Yep. There it is. "I... May have been responsible for that earlier... Event." Thea snorted, setting it back to 'Limit', likely stopping before the bursting point. Something that sounded suitable to the younger one for now. Later maybe...? Well, he still had claws.

Leaving the pauses at two minutes inbetween sessions and cranking the knob to 100 puffs per, the smaller dragon unscrewed the plug accessory at the end of the hose. Reaching up and attempting to attach it to the bloated dragon's muzzle was proving difficult, with that large chest in the way. Eventually seeing ethereal stairs appear beside it, inviting Thea for a little... Ride. Making him grin almost deviously before accepting such a thing.

Carefully, he climbed on his clone's back, causing the round sides to start widening to adjust to the new weight. Causing both wyrms to whimper in bliss as the younger one carefully laid on Bartan's back, almost feeling himself sink into that air and seed filled body. The waves of pleasure rocking within him, causing that red tongue to loll out and almost let go of the hose.

But he managed to make up to his image's head, lapping at the strapped jaw and giving it a few kisses before attempting to get that hose inside. Finding it fitting rather tightly somehow with little effort, likely the bear's own doing. Considering his vocals and the fact that the remote levitated up to Thea's grasp, almost begging for that red button to be pressed.

But the younger one teased him, kneading that inflated belly with his dull claws and loving how it shined. Holding the remote in his muzzle and bunting that bloated neck with it a bit, not quite turning the device on. That tail lightly tapping the tight drum, pleading to grow. To become larger, bigger, more massive like before!

Such thoughts made Thea get a little carried away with his nuzzling, hearing the device start and the sudden shock of the air being forced into his clone's muzzle. Generating thick puffs that caused that belly to start bouncing a bit as it pumped that belly wider and wider. Getting blissful whimpers and thick sprays in response as the Counterweight started to grow quickly, the two holding onto that belly tightly as it started to warp around their grasp.

But the taut feeling was amazing, echoing through Thea's body like the constant groans of the scales were his very own. Gaining ground in all direction while ascending the two upwards with every breath of air, pushing both sets of blue wings backwards with its enlarging shape. The younger one getting so close to the edge before the pump turned off, getting both dragons to almost growl at it.

The two looked at each other, Bartan basically asking him to skip the pause so they could release, but Thea was carefully getting up. "W-wait. Let me..." He turned around, trying to keep his balance on the small blimp as he aimed for under its tail. Lapping at the plug there for a few moments before pulling it out (with some effort), and trying to keep it shut.

Another careful turn-about before the younger one slipped his tool inside, getting both of them to purr at the sudden feel of it. Letting the wyrm thrust it in and out a bit before the Counterweight stopped him. ("Hold up...") Bartan panted... Somehow. ("Pull out, just for a moment.") As much as Thea detested such an idea when he was so close, he did so. Feeling something press against the underside of his weapon before... ("Okay. Easy now.")

A roll of those maroon eyes, but he did so. Feeling his own tip prod that slit... Twice? Having both weapons in a column attempt to slip into an already tight hole, causing them to overstimulate and start leaking constantly over it. Trying not to release until they were both inside that living balloon, the top dragon pressed in harder. Harder! Feeling himself slip passed that point of no return and nearly cause his body to stiffen up.

He threw caution out the window, thrusting hard under his own tail and feel the energy within his pelvis begin to double up. Attempting to squeeze both flares inside that slit before the first few torrents were to come through. His rougher motions starting to bounce the blimped wyrm below him as it sang loudly, morphing from hard presses into wild slams into those haunches until it slipped inside.

Just in time, as well. The first of several dozen sprays of seed pouring into that half hollow belly and both dragons could feel it dense up greatly. Even more so when the younger one hit the start button to the pump and fill his clone up from both sides, making him whimper loudly. Almost in a panic as the older one nearly attempted to wiggle free from the bondage. The constant puffs being force fed into his muzzle, the double dose of sprays into his rear, both forcing that underside to groan and creak loudly as it started to grow enormously.

The deep blue scales were staring to fade, as Bartan reached mansion sizes fairly quickly. Expanding constantly as it basically paralyzed the two with bliss, even when they were nearly done with their climax. However, it wasn't enough for the younger one. Still loving the feeling of the constant puffs entering his clone, he wanted to make sure it got to the biggest size possible. Slowly reaching back under his own tail, the inflated blimp made a whine in question.

Though it was a bit difficult to, Thea managed to touch both packages with one paw. Getting them to refill slowly as they started to leak, hearing a barrage of whimpers from both him and his image as the pouches filled up. Growing tighter when they hit that 13x mark, but the blue paw didn't let go. ("Thea...") He could hear the bear almost warn him, worry in his voice as he felt a large wall being climbed. A tank being filled up to the brim before overflowing and causing those blue sacks to bloat out near painfully.

Yet, he didn't let go. Making out that scale once again... 16... 18... 21...! The fresh torrents were already starting to leak out into that belly as he could hear Bartan's calls once again. ("T-Thea...! N-not... Too...!") But the younger one ignored them. 24... 27... 29...! Hissing at the heavy strain that it put on those scales. The extra weight it carried and forced onto that already tight belly. The two massive packages already bigger than the dragons themselves! Minus the belly. ("T-Thea...!!")

But the smaller dragon was determined! Pushing it to 30x normal size and almost hearing an alarm go off in his head. Those pouch scales getting dangerously thin, the volume getting critical, yet more and more seed was being created within. 32... 33... 34...! A very high pitched whine came from both bags as the two dragons started to release wildly into that belly. Reaching an emergency climax point when those balls reached 35x, forcing Thea to let go and just brace himself against that bloating dragon.

The vibrations of that belly started to be felt as the two whimpered in bliss, one with a slight bit of worry in his voice as he was force fed puffs. Those scales resisting for a few long moments before expanding greatly within the warehouse, steamrolling over the debris and pulling that pump up with it. Still attached to that muzzle as Bartan took in incredible volumes, reaching passed a normal apartment building.

Groans from the scales thinned out with the deep blue color, soon only giving off the noise of a massive balloon being filled up. A blimp being stiffly inflated as they could feel that dense underside growing drastically tighter and tighter. Able to see the bright green fluids constantly flow into the pool within such a large structure, slowly increasing the liquid to air ratio.

The dragons whimpered loudly in bliss as the larger one continued his massive growth, crashing through wall after wall and reaching close to four times its size in a matter of minutes. Able to squeeze in about four apartment buildings worth of space into what was basically a large tank filled with Thea's seed. The larger one's cheeks getting very swollen with the air intake and turning into two large balloons that were morphing into that equally bubbled neck.

That underside groaned loudly as it started to overflow. The two in the center putting more weight onto it from above and causing it to bowl out around them as the clone attempted to hold himself together. His chest starting to reach above his head, that lower belly raising those tails upwards. Allowing the sprays to continue filling the massive balloon a little easier, increasing the pressure against those scales as they faded very quickly. Becoming very transparent, almost like a large filled bubble that was being blown up.

The shines from the far overhead lights were reflecting off of those thinned out walls, losing their white light as it started to become iridescent, Constantly expanding, yet a slight restraint was felt towards the bloated one's upper side, as the pump was no longer being pulled up. Feeling that belly start to warp around the hose a bit and worrying Bartan as he tried to keep his body from bursting.

But why did it suddenly stop moving with them? And why did it feel like the hose was being pulled? Then it came to him: the ridiculously long cord for its power. It finally used all of its slack and was creating... A rather dangerous wire for the living blimp and his drastically thinned scales. Using up precious volume and space while the device continued to puff him full. Expanding that massive belly with every pump of air, every spray of seed. Making it grow so very tightly, so very fragile as they groaned highly in pitch. As if to scream loudly, unable to take much more, until-!

A sudden give as that side popped... Into place. And the pump lost its power supply, the plug finally being pulled out. Giving the Counterweight a bit of relief, knowing that Thea couldn't reach that limit by himself. Taking a deep breath before spraying into that belly, then remembering: his weapon was also in that tailhole. The younger one might not be able to fill the belly to burst point by his lonesome, but two Thea's...?

Bartan whimpered pleasure, worry, and excitement. That underside getting so drastically full and stimulating them with every cubic millimeter of extra space, causing them to orgasm over and over again. Repeating the process until their still heavy pouches were empty or the giant cashew shaped balloon of a dragon, reaching about seven apartment builds in volume, would give out.

Every release pushed those scales closer to the bursting point, the bloated one could sense it. Unable to do anything but hold together and add to it involuntarily as the younger one mounting him continued to thrust into those haunches. Digging those dull nails into those rounded sides, scratching and clawing with every spray and sacrificing their precious durability.

An alarm went off in their minds, picturing a large red 10 in their vision and counting down with every spray the two added to that belly. 8... 7... 6... The older one attempting to shift that rear in hopes to leak out just enough for a few extra numbers. Causing Thea's predatory instincts to bite into that bloated neck and knock off 3 digits! Making Bartan whimper loudly as the two released again! Again! Then one large one, knocking off that 1 and feeling it count down very quickly:

0.9 0.8 0.7 0.6 0.5 0.4 0.3 0.2 0.1-!

The two panted loudly, afraid to move in risk of bursting that massive blimp they rested on. Yet, it somehow held together while giving them constant waves of bliss. Even adding a few more sprays before Thea purred into a deep slumber, finally letting the bear relax and start to rest himself. Though taking a few moments to enjoy that feeling before the blue one would normally experience that sting. Shifting himself slightly more comfortable as the wyrm behind him embraced and snuggled up to his very bloated body. Teasing the slumbering one with his new draconic tail a bit, before a reflex caused Thea's tail to slap that belly-!

A large ripple was felt, but somehow that underside endured! Making Bartan double take with his eyes and attempting to look behind him with a strapped muzzle. Could the young dragon be more durable than he gave him credit for? Or was this possibly Beo's doing...?