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What Went Wrong - Scene 5 By Bartan Tirix

The wyrm felt like he was floating in his deep slumber. Barely aware of his surroundings but slowly becoming more so, specially towards this annoying beep that was heard every ten seconds or so. Irritating those frilled ears to the point of changing his position, or at least attempting to.

It took him a lot longer than expected to realize that his blue paws were tied at the wrists, then some more time to figure out why he was speaking in half-muffles and whines. Feeling several tight straps along Thea's snout, as well as some strange tube in his maw. One that wasn't connected with anything... Yet.

A loud whimper as he attempt to look around to find someone, anyone that could be responsible for this. But nothing within the strangely moving grassy ground under him, hovering a bit like a platform in the clear blue sky. Clouds painted across the horizon, but no sign of anything else. Either the feral wyrm was really high up, or there was just no other land around. Not even bodies of water.

That beeping came a little closer, instantly getting the attention of the blue one as he attempted to look at it, only to smack his muzzle on a floating tablet and whimper at the slight sting. Whining in question as he attempted to read what was on screen.

"Subject Conscious. Loading Up Bedside Manner."

The dragon curled his neck in response, attempting to say "What?"

"Gooooood Morning Subject! How are you today!?" The tablet spoke. "Glad to hear it! I bet you're wondering why you're completely bound in the middle of a floating island with nothing but atmosphere!" A nod from Thea. "WEEEEEEELLL, that last stunt you did with the golden pair of haunches caused the entire planet to shatter into a bazillion pieces, and due to that, you're the only one who survived!" A loud noise in question. "No, not really. But the planet did explode, and it's your fault. SOOOO...!"

A sudden grip on his blue tail as it was lifted up, now realizing the dragon was stuck in a spreader bar between his hind legs. Causing him to whimper again and shift his body around, only to feel more and more binds like horse tack around his body. "You're going to help us make a new one!" The tablet continued, getting another noise in question. "I know, I know what you must be thinking. Yes, everyone is fine, they're just stuck in temporary space and eagerly waiting to get back to their daily lives. So, let's not keep them waiting!" A sharp whimper. "Oh? How are we going to use you to help us make a planet?" A rapid nod. "It's a very delicate process, dear ERROR: NAME NOT IN DATABASE! One worth more in actions than words!"

The dragon didn't like that answer. Already guessing by the binds and the lifted tail what it was going to 'Require' him to do. Yet... There was this strange excitement to it. Even more so when something cool to the touch started prodding against his tailslit, then a mechanical arm coming from out of his vision with a hose of sorts. Getting Thea to attempt to resist as it started to come closer, then feeling the reins along his muzzle be suddenly pulled. Keeping the wyrm still as the arm locked onto the tube in his muzzle, screwing the hose tightly before letting go and giving the blue one a little bit of freedom.

Granted, there was no way to actually get the thing off. His forepaws were bound too much for him to do anymore than to pull on the hose a bit, unable to even squeeze it. Then a very familiar flare started spreading open his slit, forcing him to submit as it slowly drilled a large gap into his rear. Constantly rotating until such a tool was completely sealed in there, sending the deeply blushing dragon into a series of heavy huffs.

Thea expected the noise of machines turning on, like a siren's song that was calling him to just the devices have their way with his body. Not like he could really do much about it as the hoses started to pump in strange liquids into both ends. An odd, flavor changing cool fluid casually slipping down his throat, almost like a series of sugary treats that made the blue one more than happy to swallow. Likely the same thing being forced into his rear as well, or at least the same temperature.

It nearly caused the dragon to go into a hypnotic state, constantly drinking that wonderful juice and slightly shifting those haunches to accept such gifts. Feeling the flow gradually increase as that belly started to feel full. But he didn't care, he needed more of that colorful drink to feed his new found addiction! Constantly swallowing more and more as that chest of his began to grow slightly. Making more room for that thickening underside, looking rather plump as his sides started to take the access fluids.

That mechanical arm started to come back up towards the hose that was feeding the dragon. Grabbing on, but receiving a deep growl that seemed to intimidate the machine, letting Thea continue to feast on the constant flavors as his scales continued to bloat out. Rounder and rounder against the tack that stripped across that plungey belly, groaning and tugging across the joints that held the straps together. Causing the underside to morph around it as the gear grew tighter and tighter.

The hoses continued to deliver the wyrm's current desires, pumping those strange fluids inside his body to the point where that chest started morphing into his neck a bit. Plumping up those shoulders a bit and straining the tack around his body. Lapping at the bondage around his muzzle, attempting to taste the very scented flavors he was constantly drinking. Adding pounds after pounds to his once skinny body, getting those haunches to thicken up and enlarge like his belly.

It didn't take too long for the dragon's gut to press against the floor, even when he was attempting to stand straight up. Threatening the mechanical arm once again as it approached, but didn't take the wyrm's warnings this time. Instead, feeling a few pokes against his bloated sides. "Enough of that, you! You're already much bigger than what we need, but we can still work with it!" The tablet said, as the hoses were both unscrewed and removed, leaving a certain 'Plug' to keep the colorful substances in his rear.

"This is going to take some time to set in. In the meantime, let's work on stage 2!" The now plump blue one just glared at the tablet, ears back and spines raised. Only wanting more of that wonderful drink, though still not quite sure what it was. Moving that bound object in his maw to gather the last few drops that still lingered within the tube, and not noticing more mechanical arms move near his hind legs.

But they didn't go after his slit this time. Instead feeling a tight grip on the flare of his weapon and make him yelp in surprise, then even more so when a soft hose was felt entering it. Almost growling as it moved inside deeper and deeper, nearly locking itself inside the red weapon as the dragon glared at the tablet again. "Now proceeding with stage 2!"

Another growl was omitted, but interrupted by a pressurized flow of some sort of gas. Entering his tool and going straight into the dragon's pouch, thickening it up quickly to a full state. Putting up a bit of resistance as the strange gas started to build up and force that blue bag to enlarge further. Inflating like a thick balloon as Thea growled at the stretching, attempting to struggle out of the bondage once again.

But the straps didn't give in the slightest, and where ever that hose lead wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Constantly adding pump after pump into that flesh and expanding those balls larger and larger from under his blue tail. Covering up his own slit as they started to rival his own body's volumes quickly. Feeling their tight form overflow over and over as the wyrm struggled to get free again, already bloating them out to the point where they reached passed the tip of his tail.

Looking back at them was a bad idea, only increasing his whimpers but double taking at the tablet still hovering nearby. Displaying 10% on the screen, and took a breath of relief knowing it was almost over. All he had to do was endure just a little bit more and he would be free... Until it went up to eleven percent, making the blue one panic almost instantly.

That pouch groaned loudly, knowing it wouldn't even be able to make it another 80%. But the damn tack kept the blue one bound completely while that hose continued to pump more and more into his package. No matter how much it creaked or the wyrm whimpered, their warnings remained unheard by the machines. That bag getting so tight as Thea waited for the inevitable burst, looking back at the massive blue set of balls as they could easily fit seven chubby dragons inside, with a lot of room to spare. Eight... Nine...! Ten...!

A sudden sharp strain as the hose struggled to input more of that gas into his tower made the wyrm cry out loudly, knowing this was it. The hose would continue to force feed that tool, the pouch would strain drastically, perhaps even overflow again if he was lucky. Then burst loudly in a blissful sting-!

Yet, a stranger feeling was felt, as that very fleshy rod started to take in the punishment. Growing in length and girth as more and more was pumped into the weapon. spreading its way through the dragon's plump belly as it inflated like a long balloon. Soon reaching between Thea's forearms and burrowing its way through that stuffed chest to the other side. Letting the maroon eyes witness it himself, that hose still stuck into the tip, the flare massively intaking the strange air and spreading it through the rest of the red shaft.

That device continued to grow the dragon's length, making it longer and larger to the point where it was lifting his heavy body up. Actually throwing his nerves in a sea of bliss as the tablet reached 18%. Nearly making Thea whimper, but he was too stunned to care at this point. Barely even noticing the mechanical arms that came up to his haunches to remove the spreader bar getting in the way of such growth. The constant force-feeding into his tool, expanding it well passed twenty times over as those blue balls started to intake some of it once again.

A muffle on song as the pressure started to increase on the device, causing the thick rod to shift more into girth than length. Every welcoming puff of that strange gas adding an extra foot in width radius as the red flesh started to lose its dense color. Slowly turning into a pink balloon underneath the plump blue one. Groaning loudly as it and his package performed backup vocals to Thea's song.

It didn't take long for such a thing to reach the edge, expanding well over a five hundred foot platform as the tip started to hang over. Continuously pumping that air in regardless of the system warnings, letting the center of mass remain mostly in the center as the large set of balls provided a counterweight to the massive weapon. Something that started off so small, now getting to the point where it was overwhelmingly big as the pressure increased. Again. Again! And again!

25%... 30%... 35%! The tablet continued to update after every few moments. Letting the dragon's weapon inflate greatly without any signs of slowing down. Every drastic pump into that tool caused everything to grow. The large flare, every fleshy spine, all ballooned out greatly as the shaft took up most of it. The ridges being stretched out wildly as they constantly threw the dragon into waves of pleasure. And Thea, trapped inbetween on top of them; a massive pink blimp and the two gargantuan orbs under his tail.

45%... 55%... 70%...! Perspective was lost to him as the screen taunted. Leaving the wyrm into a drunk mess, that red tongue lolling out somehow as he panted through the muzzle strapped onto his snout. The growth of the gargantuan balloons under the wyrms body stretching passed his near blurred vision, barely being able to see the digits on the tablet slowly climb up as that flesh grew tighter and tighter.

80%... 85%... 95%...! It was almost done! All Thea had to do was hold out just a little bit longer! Whimpering loudly through the sea of creaks and massive groans, attempting not to claw at the fragile pink blimp under his body, one that was forcing him into a sitting position. Growing so much that he was nearly sandwiched inbetween the colossal package.

96%... 97%... 98%...! So close! Just a little more! Everything felt so tight, about ready to give out at any moment. But just One More Percent! Those groans getting higher in pitch, a very heavy rumble was felt as the hose struggled to pump in the last remaining gasses! The Tablet displaying that 99% as his equipment put up a resisting wall at the worst possible time.

Or was this actually the dragon's limit? Making Thea whimper as the pump badgered against the wyrm's barrier, nearly warping it with every attempt until it slowly slipped inside. Stunning the blue one for a few moments, until he realized that the pump wasn't shutting off. Double taking at the tablet and reading "101%!?" He muffledly yelped.

Then 102% 103-104-105%! Quickly it began to climb as more and more of the strange gas was forced into his tool. Bloating up his flesh and blimping his balls drastically as the device continued it's rampage. Expanding the dragon's equipment across the view as two mechanical drones flanked him, barely squeezing into those tight alleyways to reach the blue one as he whimpered. Attempting to fight them back, knowing they were up to no good.

But the restraints got in the way regardless. Feeling metal arms start releasing a gel around his haunches, down under and around his pelvis right where the gigantic weapon connected to his chubby body. Letting the cool substance sit a while before the strange limbs grabbed a hold of the wyrm, making him whimper loudly before blacking out due to the pleasure.

Thea suddenly fell on a platform. All four limbs, still a bit overweight, actually touching the ground and holding himself up. The tack was still stuck on his body, but he could actually move! Yet, why was it so dark? The question made him look at the sky for a moment and whimper almost instantly as his frilled ears fell.

Above him was his own tool Spanning far across the horizon, taking up the entire sky. Likely half the planet's current volume. Nearly blocking out all light coming from the sun above it as the strange device could still be heard pumping more and more gas into it. Inflating the fleshy blimp as it somehow still carried on. Feeling the tablet poke the chubby dragon in the side and get his attention after a few moments. Displaying-

"3500%!?" Another muffled... This one was more of a hiss, really. How long was he out? Now still somehow feeling that same pressure enter his tool, even though it was above him. Getting the wyrm to look under his tail to find a strange chubby smoothness, yet the constant rhythm of puffs was still felt. The orgasmic tightness of both his pouch and flesh, especially after witnessing such a sight. Let alone, unable to see where such a thing ended in the distance.

Below the platform was nothing but a globe of air, one Thea was still inside. His once blue balls now so thin he couldn't tell the difference between the white clouds and the light that passed through the protection over them. Likely displaying the gas inside them as they continued to grow.

Then the platform he was on started to move away, taking the dragon with it towards where the tip of the pink blimp likely resided. Bracing such a thing while he desperately searched for a way to escape such a thing, or even deactivate these damn machines. Instantly feeling one of their cold limbs grab his now fat tail by the middle and lift it up, forcing those blue haunches to present themselves and making him yelp.

The wyrm attempted to fight against it, but it was little use. The platform was of soft dirt, nothing for his dull claws to grab hold onto. Soon feeling a few more machined arms hold him down by the mounting tack he was bound with, getting Thea to whimper. Wondering what exactly they were up to.

A few moments later, the pumps ceased. Now getting some feeling back in that colossal weapon of his. The platform slowing down to a halt, as he attempted to look behind at what they were planning. Feeling another set of limbs get a hold of the straps on his muzzle, hissing at them as they started to... Loosen it up. Slipping the tube that was trapped in his maw out and giving him some of that precious flavor for a moment. Feeling it dance along his red tongue before the straps tightened that blue snout shut.

It made him whine a bit, unable to fight against it until they let go. Looking behind to see a long tube being brought to his rear and start to screw into the shaft still knotted into his slit. Only to put the two together: the hose leading off the edge of the platform he was on... The same color as the one that entered his weapon from earlier.

He stared at the massive pink blimp that covered more than just the sky. Nearly blocking the sun overhead, and unable to recognize exactly what part he was looking at. Looking at the planet sized package in both disbelief and impending doom, knowing what was going to happen. Those maroon discs following the tube out from where ever the hell his tip was at this point, up to the platform he was on, entering his rear while passing through that toy... Then down to his chubby belly.

A long drawn out whimper as the blue one attempted to struggle again, trying to break free from the machine's grasps, but it was no use. His bloated body only sloshed around with liquids... That actually started to feel... Chunky? His natural weapons were barely considered such. And damn did Thea ever just want to finally release. On the edge of an orgasm for what felt like days, and the only thing stopping him from doing so was a simple valve.

So the dragon gave in. No longer struggling and just spreading those bubbled haunches out. Lifting that blue tail higher as if to surrender to his own planet sized weapon, and getting a few pets of comfort from the strange machines. Purring a bit as he felt them struggle a bit with the lever. The breeze far above lightly stroking his overstretched ridges, as if to promote the wyrm to do it. Release all that pent up pressure, regardless of the after effects or where it all lead. Do it...!

A very faint squeak from the valve before the pressure nearly ionized it, sending all that gas straight up against that blue rump and into that belly. Doubling its size very quickly as the tack attempted to contain Thea's shape. Stuffing into that chest and up his neck, thickening those areas greatly before rounding those cheeks into large balloons. Unable to escape through the muzzle somehow.

Those haunches were next, bubbling them out greatly and multiplying their size again and again after moments. 3x, 4x, 5x-6! Before piling into that tail and ballooning it out like his belly. Morphing into that smooth pelvis and underside as they bulged around the tight tack. Wrapping around the dozens of straps as they became tighter and tighter while the dragon continued to inflate. Arcing his body backwards in a near cashew form as the blue scales fought to stay together. Feeling that sudden sting coming on as his weapon continued to release more and more! Thickening up that hose before a slight give, then a sudden snap!

The strap's holds? The constant harnesses? They were breaking! Unable to contain the wyrm's bubbled form as he continued to put strain onto them. Feeling the tack nearly cut into the blue balloons before breaking off entirely in one large burst. Then, it was like time stood still for a few moments... Before-!

Thea multiplied in size. His body a large round blue bubble that grew 20x his standard size per pump of that weapon. Feeling it start to gain relief as it continued to inflate the wyrm's body drastically, tossing that small platform off to the side somewheres, now nothing more than a piece of dirt to his constant growth. Getting more and more massive under the gargantuan package in the sky within the next minute or so.

His limbs inflated greatly, rounding out and merging with the bloated shoulders. His back domed out to match his soft-plated underside. That neck and collar all now part of the greater sphere as it continued to nearly double in size within moments. The only thing that ceased such a gift was that strapped muzzle, constantly singing as he attempted to endure. To hold together while spraying into his own body.

Yet, it seemed easier to contain than before. The constant stretching was just pleasurable. What should've been dangerously thin scales were still the deep blue as ever, as the bubbled wyrm filled in the empty space. Shrinking his weapon and balls in the transferring process as it pumped the draconic balloon sphere into about double the size of a moon before finally depleting.

It nearly made Thea pass out in pleasure, and almost giggle at the sheer thought of things. At the very thought of him actually enduring such a strange task, making him feel all warm inside as the liquids... Surprisingly couldn't be felt against his belly. Not inside, but the breeze of the air could be felt outside. Almost hearing them rest in the center of his body, but it hardly mattered.

What did matter is that Thea finally did two things. One: actually survive an encounter with haunted devices and not explode due to the end result. And Two: reached a new limit! Wishing he could roar in triumph, but that damn strap was still over his snout. Now, the question: how to get out of here? And what happened to the brass one exactly?

That ponder was cut short when the tablet came into view of the dragon, nearly resting on that snout as he growled at it. "Phase 3 complete!" It nearly chirped, getting a snarl from the wyrm. "Phase 4 started! Thank you for your cooperation, and your donation!" It then flew away, but what the hell did it mean by Donation? And what was phase 4 exactly?

A loud grumble as Thea felt himself get really hot out of anger. Wishing he could just ignite the damn machine and get it over with, but something was a little off. His body temperature... Was still rising? Why? All he could feel was the strange liquids and gases inside him churning, creating a little bit of pressure, but not much.

The only thing he could do was study the strange movements. The heat... Slowly building up for a while, then... Cooling down? No, that's not it. It still felt hot in certain areas. More like... It was being incased by something. Adding a bit more pressure to his body, but nothing Thea's body couldn't handle at this point. Though very taut and nearly orgasmic when he attempted to wiggle around a bit, it felt like there was still plenty of room left for him to... Expand.

He looked straight ahead into the distance, seeing nothing but clouds. Before: clouds. Below: clouds. Everywhere, nothing more than a large sky and clouds, like an empty sheer of atmosphere. Missing a... Plaaannneeettt...

A very sharp whimper of fright from Thea as he put it together. These machines were not doing this for their own sexual amusement, let alone someone else's'. They were doing this to turn the dragon into a Planet! No, that's not right... They were using the wyrm to... Create a planet... In his belly...?

Another loud whimper as the pressure increased. Feeling the matter inside start to become denser and harder, like a wall of ever-growing rock. Pushing against the balloon's own scaled walls as it continued to build up quickly. Starting to spin Thea around a bit while the swelling increased moment by moment. Making him grow to about three moons... four moons- Five!

The mantle inside continued to form within the living balloon's sphere, as the dragon whimpered loudly against the pressure. Feeling himself double in size in a matter of minutes as those scales started to groan loudly. Now finally showing signs of limitation as that blue color started to thin out. 20 moons... 25 moons... 30 moons! Thea could only whimper loudly as he continued to swell drastically. His belly and walls feeling so tight as the inner rocks forced him to expand further out.

35... 40... 45...! That Asthenosphere starting to form and nearly rubbing up against those scales. The access heat nearly irradiating off of it before the next layer nearly caught a hold of them. The Lithosphere pressing up against the blue bubble and pushing it outwards more and more. Something that couldn't take much more punishment.

47... 48...! The pressure was too much for the dragon, as the planet's crust attempted to form inbetween those scales and the previous layer. Ignoring his constant cries of surrender and continued to force the wyrm bigger. Bigger! Filling those scales to the point where they could fit 49 Moons before-!

The younger dragon howled loudly, thrusting his weapon into what felt like a large maw. Constantly being stroked by a familiar appendage while a few digits were felt in his slit, causing Thea to shift and squirm in the grass as he sprayed green torrent after green torrent against that rippled roof. "Good, good. Keep it coming." A deep voice coaxed his whimpering form, letting those dull hind claws rake the brass armor of Beo's shoulders. Keeping at it until the jolts slowed down, leaving a large mess over that blue scaled lower half of a wyrm.

But the smaller one couldn't reply, nor even think to speak in the slightest. Only let the energy of pleasure overstimulate his body, getting it to jerk irrationally as the large titan curled his body around Thea. Attempting to shelter and comfort him after such a strange dream. "W-... Why...!?" The younger one started to hiss, still unable to control himself enough to even talk currently.

However, the older wyrm only gave him a silencing deep purr. Lapping around his blue head with a certain large appendage that was well... 'Greased', so to speak. Even getting Thea to growl at the feeling of it. "Relax. You need to rest. I can answer your questions when you awaken."

"A-and... If I..." Each pause was followed by a few groans and growls of frustration, aimed more towards the younger one's self than anything else. "Keep...!?"

"Then I will tend to you. For now, relax. Stop holding your body back, it's contracting like this for a reason." A grumble in response. "Just focus on my voice for now, Thea." Beo purred, giving him a sort of musical rhythm to study and follow. Soon drifting the blue wyrm into a deep slumber.