Soft Served
WARNINGS: -This story contains some very kinky, non-consensual inflation, and bodily contact between two males. If you don't like this sort of stuff, you should turn back. If you're not sure if you like it or not, have a go at it. You might surprise yourself. -The characters used in this are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or fursonas is unintentional... though the nameless captor dragon is based around myself. -This story is meant for readers aged 18 years or older. If you are not at least 18 years old, don't read this, or at least don't go telling everybody about it and getting yourself in trouble. :P * * *
Soft Served
- * * A tabby feline mother pushed the heavy door to the restaurant open after letting her tiny daughter struggle with it for a moment, then led her over to the counter. "I'd like a small number six and a cubs' meal with apple juice, please," she said to the fairly heavyset cougar behind it. Michael looked up, slightly startled. He didn't even notice the two come in, and hadn't been looking when the mother spoke. "Huh? Oh, sure thing, miss." He fumbled with the buttons on the pad in front of him, not specifying juice for the children's meal. He winced when the woman corrected him sharply. When the two finally walked off with their meal, he heard the young cub saying "Why are the people who work here so big, mommy?" Her mother quickly silenced her, but it didn't stop Michael from hearing it. He leaned back against a machine behind him and let out a low, depressed sigh. He hadn't always been this chubby. Sure, he wasn't exactly fighting fit when he took the job, but after a year of working at this fast food burger joint, and the daily provision of a free meal for lunch from his employers, he'd filled out a lot more than he wanted two. Twice he'd had to change his uniform size, and his wardrobe at home was suffering just the same. The smell of greasy, fried food filled his nostrils, and he shuddered as he felt hunger gurgling through his belly. The overweight cougar was finally relieved of the torment of his working environment when his shift ended. He clocked out and left out the back door, stepping into the darkness. He had been moved to night shifts not long after he had started the job. It wasn't a big deal for him. There was nowhere else he needed to be, and he could always sleep in. He didn't have any difficulty in the dark anyway, given his feline eyes made for a predatory past. They weren't as great as those of his feral ancestors, but they did the job well. He started out on his usual route, down the back alleys of the city where he couldn't be seen by passing cars. He'd never felt perfectly safe, but nothing had happened to him in the many months he'd gone through here. He wouldn't have expected anything tonight. About ten minutes into his journey, the chafing from his thighs rubbing against one another was starting to get to him. No matter how uncomfortable it was, he refused to take up a waddling step and further humiliate himself. The rotund cougar stopped walking and looked down, only seeing a round gut hanging out over his belt. "Am I getting fatter?" he asked himself, heaving another sigh. He must weigh over 250 pounds now, he thought. "That's it. Tomorrow I'm starting a diet. No more of this greasy crap. I'm going to lose weight if it's the last thing I do." A pair of gleaming, reflective eyes stared out from the shadows of the moonlight alley, just out of his sight. The had watched him as he struggled to walk by with some sort of personal dignity, oblivious to the fact that he wasn't alone. He didn't even notice as a very large creature slowly approached him, seizing the opportunity at his sudden stopping. Michael went wide eyed as a thick arm came around his shoulder and a rough, strange smelling cloth was forced against his nose. He tried to open his muzzle to breath, but it was forced shut and he had no choice but to inhale the substance in the cloth. A moment later everything went black. * * * It was several hours later, he judged, when the cougar finally woke up. The first thing he noticed when he tried to sit up was that he couldn't. He was strapped to something that felt like an oversized medical table. He could feel the smooth, polished steel surface beneath him and padded restraints over his wrists and ankles. He thrashed and squirmed for a moment, then finally subsided, whimpering. Michael looked around in a panic, seeing some shelves, old machinery, huge, dirty skylights, and metal paneling everywhere. It was cold, despite the spring weather. Fluorescent light bathed him, a bit spotty. He could see the rows of lights above him. Some were flickering. It must be some kind of old factory or warehouse, he thought. Who had done this? Who had kidnapped him and brought him here? His question was answered a moment later when he heard heavy footsteps on the concrete floor from above his head, beyond where he could see. Finally, a VERY heavyset dragon waddled past him. The red, scaly creature was massive! He had to be at least 600 pounds! Even more surprising was the fact that he was entirely nude. Not a single piece of cloth covered his huge, wobbling body. The dragon turned around and looked Michael right in the eyes, grinning silently. "You!" the cougar shouted, as though he knew this creature. "What do you think you're doing? Why did you bring me here?! Where..." His questions trailed off as the dragon placed his paw on his wide belly and started rubbing at it. "Hush, cougar. I'm not going to hurt you," the massive scaly replied. "However, I couldn't help but overhear your comment about dieting... Well, I've been watching you for some time now, and I've loved seeing you grow. I can't let you do that, I'm afraid." Michael twitched a bit, listening to his captor's words. "What the hell are you talking about? Just what do you think you're going to do to me?" The dragon chuckled at his captive's words. "My dear, there's no more thought required. I'm quite pleased to say that there's nothing you can do about this, now." With that, he waddled off, moving out of view. He returned moments later with a large machine on wheels and parked it next to the captive cougar. Michael recognized it as a soft serve ice cream machine, much like the ones he used at work. It had been modified, though. The normal tank in the back had been expanded, and the nozzles had been replaced with a different kind. Their purpose was made clear when the dragon attached a hose to the chocolate nozzle and brought it over to Michael. "Hey! You can't do this! ...What are you doing, anyway? ..ARGH! No! I don't care what it is! I won't let you! HEEEEELLLLLLL-MMPH!" Just as the Michael tried to yell for help, his draconic kidnapper stuffed the hose into his maw, slightly down his throat, then fastened a band around his muzzle to keep it in place. The cougar whined and struggled, but he could do nothing to escape when the dragon turned on the flow. Thick, cold, creamy fluid was suddenly pumping into his maw, down his throat before he even had a chance to swallow. He could feel the chilled substance filling his stomach. His hunger pains suddenly came back, then subsided quickly as the stuff settled in him and sated that need to consume. It didn't stop, however. He kept filling up helplessly, his stomach approaching its maximum capcity. His uniform shirt was growing tighter and tighter. He felt as though he would burst right then and there, but then, to his astonishment, his gut started to stretch, distending further to accomodate the increasing volume of the chocolate ice cream. The buttons of his shirt popped off one by one as he swelled helplessly. It fell open to reveal to him what he feared would lay beneath. A huge, towering, golden-furred belly. He couldn't believe that it belonged to him, and it was still growing. The dragon purred deeply, rubbing over his swelling gut as it rounded out, growing tighter with each passing moment. "That's it, my little kitty. Eat up." The huge belly grew larger and larger with each gallon, and the weight of his girth started to become very apparent to Michael. He didn't even notice as the dragon fastened a nozzle over the vanilla side, but he certainly became alert again as the other end was crammed underneath his tail, pushed deep into his tailhole by the dragon's paw. He whimpered when he felt the cold ice cream starting to flow up his rear as well. The amazement in the sensations of his stomach expanding never left Michael. Instead, they seemed to grow more and more powerful the tighter he got. The waistline of his pants had torn long after the button and fly were forced out of the way. His round, tight stomach had pushed down through his midsection and was starting to hang over the edges of that wide, metal table, and every inch of stretched skin seemed to be growing in sensitivity with every passing moment. He moaned quietly as his body was used like this, filling up from both ends, getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger still. It seemed like an eternity before his stomach finally stopped, the pumps in the machine shutting off. It was empty. He was full of what had to be 20 gallons of soft serve ice cream. His stomach was absolutely massive. He had to be at least twice the size of the dragon that had done this to him. The hoses were carefully removed. He didn't know if he should scream in horror or moan in ecstasy. Instead he just panted, silently savoring the feeling of being so very, very full. "You did well, cougar. You've filled up so nicely. I can't wait to see what you're like when you're done with it all." "Done?!" Michael squeaked. "What do you mean done with it?!" An answer to his question came from a loud gurgling sound in his stretched out stomach. The dragon smirked. "Oh yes. You've only just begun digesting it. I've developed a very special type of enzyme that turns calories of all kinds into pure, saturated fat. Those, along with the metabolism booster and the elasticity potion I mixed into that ice cream will ensure that every ounce of that sweet stuff in your belly will be turned directly into body fat, with no waste at all. With that, he walked off, leaving his captive cougar to lay there, looking more like a wobbly balloon than anything else. Michael tried to scream, tugging hard at his restraints. He yelled as loud as he could as the lights dimmed and soft music started to play from speakers somewhere. His belly gurgled and the digestion started to speed up. He could feel his body getting warmer, but apart from a growing fatigue, that's all he felt. His yells grew quieter, weaker, and finally stopped. Soon enough, he drifted off to sleep despite the noises his stomach was making. * * *
To be continued...
- * * Author's comments: Well, I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I did writing it. It's the first real story I've written in over two years. Obviously my preferences have changed quite a bit since my old stuff. Yiffstar needs more inflation and weight gaining stories. I'm glad this story has been as popular as it has been, especially since I didn't put as much effort and time into it as I would have liked. Unfortunately, there will be no sequel until after I'm back from AnthroCon. I just don't have the time for it right now, because I'm moving on the 30th, just before the convention. There's a whole lot to do. I'm very sorry for this, especially to those who were hoping for it as soon as I had originally promised.