Exactly as the title says, a story based off of my dragoness and me in real life. ^.=.^; He's a friend of mine on DeviantArt. Anyway, lets get started. As usual, constructive chritisism is appreciated, but bashing isn't allowed. By bashing I mean the "Go yiff in hell" type stuff I tend to get on other sites. Other than that, comment however you want. Notes, shouts, comments on here, whatever. ^.=.^



Chris looked out the window of his new home onto the stormy backyard and thought not of the fun times he had merely two days ago, but the abysmal future that awaited him. Chris was not a prince, held back by his paranoid king and queen parents. He was not a hero who had just been mortally wounded and could no longer fight to save the world. He was not even a boy on a journey to find something truly amazing that would change his life forever, and then realize he can’t even pass the first hurdle.

Chris was the normal child of a mother and father. An only child. No secrets to be kept. No prophesies told. Nothing. As it turns out, this very child had gone through one of the most heartbreaking things a child could go through. The death of his parents.

Now Chris was sitting in his new room in the orphanage, beginning to think suicidal thoughts. Why would he think of such things? He didn’t care too much about the death of his parents, in fact, they ignored him half of his life. He spent twelve years, alone, wanting someone to be the mother to him. Someone who would care for him. When he was seven, he had fantasies that a motherly dragoness would come by, scoop him up, and take care of him like he was one of her chicks. Then they’d both live happily for the remainder of their lives. Ten years later, he didn’t care anymore. This fantasy was a fantasy, something in all his heart wanted, but now he didn’t care who it was. It could even be a man thinking he’s a woman, as long as he would have loved him like his parents hadn’t. But what really put this poor teen into tears and deep depression was one of the things his mother had said, just two days before his birthday: “Your father and I have come up with a great present for you this year. After reading all of your writing, we found something that should be what you always dreamed for.”
The words following that still haunt him to this day
“I’m sure you’ll adore it.”
I’m sure you’ll adore it.
He knew what it was; he even hinted it through his writing. He was two days away from having his dream come true… well, at least within a family budget. And then the next day, his parents are both dead. He wakes up, just like any other day, still thinking of what his parents would have gotten him for his birthday tomorrow. He pores himself a bowl of cereal, makes himself a cup of coffee then sits down in the living room to enjoy it. As it turns out, two corpses that were once your parents that now were lying in meaty chunks over your couch isn’t a good start to your day. Chris forgot about this for about three seconds, just enough time to insert coffee into his mouth. In the mist of aerial cremated coffee beans, he rushed to the phone and called ‘911.’ It took a full day of red tape and more reporters then ever possibly needed before Chris was taken from his home and deposited in an orphanage. No foster care. He wanted to search his home to find the present his parents had gotten him, hoping that would make it all worth it, but was stopped by a police officer. Chris made him swear to search the entire house so he can find the present his mother and father wanted to give to him. It seemed suspicious in the police officer’s eyes, but Chris’ eyes were full of tears. He quickly melted and accepted the mission.

Chris left to the orphanage, a bit happier then he should have been.

Now the past was rushing up to greet him. As it turns out, the orphanage he had visited on a field trip wasn’t as perfect as he thought. All the children getting along? An act. The welcoming loving workers? They were the cause of his depression. The great food they served? All seven courses of slop. All the kids insulted him daily, ‘get a hair cut, hippie!’ they screamed. He liked his long hair. ‘Get the hell away from me, Caucasian freak!’ How could they have known? He was really pale. They even insulted him for the fact that his eyes were the same shade of brown as his hair was. Chris absolutely hated it; it wasn’t that these kids were like this all the time. If anything, they just loathed him. Not like it’ll matter anymore, Chris thought as he stood up onto a chair, I’ve seen this in the movies all the time, it’ll be quick and then I’ll move onto a better life.
The chair slipped away.
He hung himself.
If it wasn’t for a nearby employee stopping in to check on him, he would have been successful, but he rushed in and stopped his attempt at suicide.
Chris screamed at the man ‘I don’t care anymore! I want to die!’ he bellowed like a man possessed. ‘You don’t have the right to stop me!’
The man scowled at him and handed him a package roughly.
“You numbskull.” He replied, on the verge of slapping him. “This fucking thing comes from the police department, your gift, and I’m delivering it.” The situation began to dawn on Chris; he had just insulted the man who had the thing that could change his life. “Do you think I should give it to you NOW?” He came in close enough so Chris could see the strain in his eyes. He nodded hoping he was in a forgiving mood. The man stepped away and shook his head. “You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood.” He spat as he left.

Chris looked longingly at the present; it was his dream come true, and the perfect size. He knew what was inside, and his parents, bless them wherever they may be, had gotten it for him. Paired with his imagination, this was the one thing he needed to keep on living, to continue his life with a form of happiness. Maybe people would call him insane. Some might even say he needs to get laid. But he wouldn’t care; he had the thing he needed. He ripped open the package almost like a man with bloodlust would a helpless victim. Out came the packaging pellets. His parents had specially ordered this! Chris could no longer contain his excitement. At this point, he couldn’t remove the packaging pellets anymore; he reached inside and firmly grasped the item of his dreams. He pulled it out and screamed happily! It was what he always wanted! He was going to live!
It was…!
It was…
Socks.

Chris suffered a sleepless night, he attempted suicide once again by suffocating himself with a pillow, but the failed attempt at hanging himself weakened his morale causing him to give up. Why?! He screamed to the heavens that night. Why?! Were his parents that heartless?! To taunt him with the promise of the thing he wanted so desperately to have, then have it bum rushed into his face as ‘socks’?! Was it their form of a joke?! A sick sick joke?! As he lay outside, cursing his existence, a shooting star passed by. Chris wished upon it that his dream would still come true before it was too late, but it was forced at this point. Chris knew that he couldn’t live with this pain any longer, he needed to think of some way to end it all, a painless way that no one would find out about. He’d kill himself and no one would know. And then he’d live in heaven, finally in peace. He began to plot, and plot. At about eleven PM, he realized the door to his room was being opened. He shared a room with three other orphans, via bunk beds, so whoever was entering, it was a one out of four chance it was for him. Even then, his odds weren’t that great. Of course, it could have been an employee following curfew rulings. However, this door was opening slowly, like it was being cautious in entering. Oh, Chris thought, it’s just some kid who snuck out past curfew and was trying not to get caught. Chris attempted to get back to sleep, about two minutes later; he heard ‘happy birthday’ being whined mechanically and a fast movement trying to get itself out of the room as soon as possible. Chris was up instantly and yelled “VERY FUNNY ASSHOLE!” He attempted to get back to sleep, but ‘happy birthday’ was still being played, in fact, there was a light near his bed as well. He didn’t have a light; the orphanage couldn’t afford reading lights for the orphans. He turned to see what it was. A card with the words ‘happy birthday’ in big whimsical letters. He could only see this because it was attached to a reading light, apparently a gift for him.
Then he noticed the box it was on.
The box was about the same size the box his parents had for his present. Rather then open the box, Chris read the letter attached to the reading light first. It still played ‘happy birthday’ with full enthusiasm, not in any danger of dying out. In one quick motion he tore off the string connecting the reading light to the card and raised the card a bit closer to his face so he could read the writing.

Dear Christopher, started the card,
Today is your birthday! Happy day! Forget your worries and enjoy what you should be enjoying! Live life to the fullest! Always know someone loves you… blah blah blah. Chris thought this himself, a lot of the card was optimistic messages, and then he read who it was from.
From, Mr. Saluwitz
Underneath this was the words ‘president of Salivating Salvages.’ He didn’t know anyone known as Mr. Saluwitz, in fact, his parents didn’t either. He’d never heard of Salivating Salvages either. Weird. Still, a box was a box. Chris began opening the box, removing the packaging pellets and then removed an item from the box without a second thought.
A dragon plushie with deep green eyes returned the glance. He swept everything else away. He turned the reading light off then went to sleep.
Chris spent the rest of his night hugging the plushie, smiling to himself. Whoever this Mr. Saluwitz was, he knew Chris well.

He finally had Tiamat.

The following morning, the other orphans woke up full of energy and left Chris to his slumber. They didn’t pay attention to the box lying by his bed, or the new reading light he had. In fact, the fact that Chris was usually ignored finally aided him. About a half an hour later, Chris woke up with a smile on his face, for the first time in several years. The dragon plushie seemed to be smiling as well. Chris didn’t have enough time to look at the plushie in its full form since the moment he looked into its eyes. He didn’t need more proof, he knew it was her. This was the dragon he dreamed about, the motherly dragon who he always wanted to have not as a pet or a friend, but as a mother. Maybe not his real mother, but a mother who should have been. The dragon’s face was very realistic, like a real dragon, but it was also very cartoony as well. It wasn’t too cartoony, but it was cartoony enough to rob the fact that this dragon was scary, and replace it with friendliness. Two flap-like ears extended from the side of her head along with two soft friendly horns. (If such a thing is possible, Tiamat has achieved it.) A smile was on her face, and it also shimmered in her deep green motherly eyes. Her body was decked in faux red and white scaling (Although you couldn’t completely tell, the scaling was decked with short fur, the same color as the scales.) and a white fluffy mane (It felt like down to Chris.) that extended from between her eyes down to her tail which ended in a large fluffy tuft. Her snout was a bit more stout and plumper then most dragons, continuing the friendly cartoony image. Two long whiskers fell from her snout extending down nearly to her feet. Chris couldn’t help touching them; they were down covered strips of fabric that were as soft as the mane was. Even though she had whiskers, a pair of stout muscular wings extended from her back. The body was longer then most regular European dragons, since, as you can probably tell by now, Tiamat was a mix between a European dragon and an Asian one. She was absolutely perfect, except for one detail.

Chris always wanted to have a fat motherly dragoness as his faux mother. He always loved the idea of being smooshed beneath a ton of flab and being absolutely covered in love. It wasn’t something that sexually aroused him, in fact, he never wanted Tiamat to be his partner, he wanted Tiamat as the mother he never had. He couldn’t care less about anything sexual, even though Tiamat wore no clothes exposing a pair of slightly furred breasts; he never had them there so he could squeeze them. Tiamat and her plump form was all he needed, and now he was robbed of one of the two.

He had Tiamont, but she was thin. Not as thin as Asian dragons are, but she was still thinner then he hoped. Oh well, no one’s perfect. He thought to himself. He hugged her tightly around her stomach and gave her a little peck on the top of her head. Then his stomach growled.
“Oh yeah, breakfast.” Was all Chris could say, he stood up and was about to leave with Tiamat. Then he realized that the others would make fun of him for carrying a stuffed animal around. He looked sadly at the happy dragon and placed her on his uncomfortable bed.
“I’m sorry Ti.” He said, Ti was his nickname for her. “But I can’t take you with me. I’ll come back with some food though, you look really thin.” He chuckled at the thought of feeding a plush as he left. Her mouth wasn’t sown shut as most plushies were, they opened up slightly with help of a living creature’s hands. Chris thought of coming back with the slop he gets served for breakfast and sticking it into her mouth, it’d fit, and sure it’d look silly, but plushies have to eat too. He burst into laughter at this.
He arrived in the cafeteria where everyone had already taken all the seats and were eating their daily supplement of slop. It took Chris’ life altering morning to realize an important thing about the area around him. Everything was grey and dreary, from the food, to the walls, to the orphans themselves. Chris was grey and dreary too! However, after looking into the bright colors sported by Tiamat, he knew this wasn’t a life he was about to return to. He stepped into line and waited for his turn to receive his slop. Once he reached the front of the line, he met an old face. The chef of the cafeteria was his long time foe, ever since he visited the orphanage, this man loathed him for no good reason. Today, Chris had a smile on his face, this upset him.
“Oh would you look at that… we’re out of food! Sorry kid!” Chris looked at the bucket of slop in front of the chef unimpressed. “Fine kid.” He spat. He loaded up Chris’ bowl with slop, and then Chris summoned the courage to ask another question.
“Can I have more please?”
The chef smiled. “Nope.”
“Fine.” Chris sneered and left the chef’s company. On his way back to his room, (Chris found a way to smuggle food back to his room, one of his fellow orphans told him.) Chris grabbed two spoons, one for himself, and one for Ti. He couldn’t help chuckling at the thought. Feeding a plushie, it was really ridiculous.

Chris returned to his room, no one but him was there. Tiamat still sat on his unmade bed, waiting for him to return. Chris sat down next to her, the force of him sitting down caused Tiamat to fall over onto him. He resurrected her original posture and began eating some of his slop. Blarg. He thought. This is always gross. But still, breakfast was breakfast. At one point, he looked into Ti’s longing eyes and then remembered to ‘feed’ her. He smiled and let out one last chuckle. He grabbed the other spoon, got a mess of slop, and looked at her with a broad smile.
“Open wide, Ti!” He said happily, and then slipped the slop into her mouth. A bit of the slop splattered against the top lip of her snout messily. He’d have to clean her later, but it made her seem really realistic if he pretended to feed her. He removed the spoon and chuckled again. Before putting the spoon back into the slop, he had another bite of his then turned back to smile at Tiamat.
The slop on her snout wasn’t there anymore. Chris looked at her strangely then felt the area around the lip. It felt wet, but slop never felt wet. Then he opened her mouth, there wasn’t any slop there either. Finally he looked at the spoon, it was completely licked clean.
“Mur!” Chris heard. He looked up at the plushie. “Mur!” It chirped again. Chris tired turning Ti around to see if she was automated or something. Ti wiggled in his grasp until he couldn’t keep a good grip on her anymore and let go. He jumped onto his chest and began hugging him. Her tail was wagging. “Mur!” She said once more. Chris’ eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. Plushies don’t go ‘mur’ or move around on their own without technology. And Ti didn’t have any technology at all. Was he going mad?
“Mur!” She chirped again, and licked his face. Her tongue was very muscular and wet. It was real, she was real, maybe a plushie, but a real living plushie. Chris did the first thing any normal human should do.
Scream.
“GAAAH!!” He bellowed backing away from the living plushie. Surely it wouldn’t eat him, but who knows what a plushie could do. Ti hopped forward, almost like a rabbit, starting on two legs then jumping towards him with four, then two, then four. Then she sat on his chest.
“Mur?” She asked, turning her head cutely.
Chris knew that the time had come; he knew that one day he’d meet Tiamat and greet her with enthusiasm. He rehearsed it over and over again; he even made up several speeches. At this moment, Chris came up with one of his best: “Don’t hurt me!” Chris would look back upon this with his head in his hands.
“Mur!” She chirped again, not even caring, and licked him. Then after a moment, she hugged him, Chris felt loved. Tiamat was acting like a child, in fact; her eyes were bright, like a child’s was. Was this the Tiamat he dreamed about? No, something was wrong. But still, he had Ti, something he always wanted, so he didn’t mind the fact that she wasn’t at all like a mother or plump and hugged her. “Mur~” She said again. Chris smiled.
“Mur.” He replied, this was catching on.

Chris had to do several chores around the orphanage every day before he could spend the rest of the day by himself. Today he had to rake the lawn and then water the plants on the south side of the orphanage before he was finished. He didn’t see it as fair that the others didn’t even do anything and forced Chris to do all the work for them. It took Chris about seven hours to finish it all, at one point, Chris thought that the other’s were helping, but they only were working to prove that they had done work and ended up stealing all of Chris’ credit. Tonight was stew night, the only night where slop wasn’t on the menu, but still was apparent in the meal. Chris got himself a large bowl and smuggled it back to his room. Ti greeted him enthusiastically.
“Mur!” She exclaimed happily. Her stomach had been growling all day and she needed something to settle it. Chris cooled off the stew a bit before giving Ti a spoonful. She gulped it down with a happy mur, then asked for another. Chris did this for a while until she had her full, then she settled down to wait until Chris was finished with the rest. Chris didn’t exactly enjoy the stew, but it was that or nothing. He handily gulped down the rest, returned it to the cafeteria, then returned to visit with Ti. Ti always settled Chris’ mind, she always absorbed everything he said and always knew the right thing to say. Even if it sounded like mur to everyone else, Chris understood her completely. After an hour of two of talking and crying, the others returned, Ti returned to being a plushie and the two went to sleep. Ti murred in her sleep, but it sounded more like a lullaby then murring. Chris went to sleep around the third verse. The dreams he had were absolutely beautiful, dreams that he was Tiamat’s child, a dragon, and she a large welcoming dragoness who’s form was almost as wide and tall and the cave’s sides. She spoke words of love and acceptance into his ear, Chris said that he loved her and that she was the best mother he ever had. The day continued like in his fantasies. Occasionally, she scolded him, trying to teach him right from wrong like a real mother should, but it was all tough love that Chris loved already. Then, at the end, the two flew off from their cave. Chris, the tiny dragon, and Tiamat, a dragoness with a bigger heart then her chest could have contained. Chris truly believed everything he saw in that dream; it was too good to be a lie. He secretly wished in his mind that one day, this would be what he’d wake up to.

This rotation of work, conversation, and sleep continued for three more days, then on the fifth day, Chris woke up after all the others had left and looked happily at Ti.
“Good morning, Chris.” She said with a smile.
“Good morning, Ti- WAIT? You can talk?!” He inched backwards slightly in surprise.
She nodded. “Of course.”
“But- But what about all those… murs and stuff?!”
She looked at him, a bit confused. “What are you talking about, hun?” She was talking like a mother. “You were muring yesterday, not me.”
“What?! I’ve never mured!... Well, except for once a couple days ago.”
“You’ve been muring for several hundred years, pumpkin, you know that better then I do.” Weird, thought Chris, she thinks I’ve been her child for several hundred years… but that isn’t true, it’s only been five days. “Remember? Last night you were lying down, we cuddled and I told you the story about how I met your father…”
“…Huh?” Chris could distinctly remember that in his dreams… but… Wait, is she the Tiamont from his dreams? But what about the OTHER Ti? The Ti he took care of? The one who spoke ‘mur’ all the time and acted like a child? The one he told everything to?
“You know… I distinctly remember you being a dragon yesterday…” She thought, bringing a hand to her chin. “And I don’t remember being this thin either.” In fact, she looked a lot thinner then she was when he originally got her. Her whiskers looked like they were made out of yarn and the only prominent thing on her body was her bosom, her stomach had shrunken making her chest look muscular. Her thighs and arms had also shrunken too, making her muscles the only thing her fluffy body shaped. She was almost skeletal. This was too confusing for Chris.
“Well… I need to get our breakfast and get started on my chores for the day, Ti. I can’t chat forever…” Ti stopped him from leaving.
“No, no. I’ll get our food. You’re not the parent here…” She jumped over to the window, and opened it, letting in the crisp autumn air. “Stay here, hun, I’ll be right back.” Her wings spread, and she took off. It was a strange sight watching Tiamat take off, it was almost like she was a real dragon… in fact, she looked a lot less like a plush then she did yesterday. She was still the same size though. Tiamont was a size and shape shifter in Chris’ writing, perhaps she had shrunken herself… or maybe she hadn’t. Thirty minutes passed, Chris stayed loyal to his ‘mother’ and sat on his bed, finally, he heard a wooshing sound and turned to the window. Tiamat had a bag with her this time; she seemed to have no trouble carrying it around. She gave it to Chris and he opened it. Inside was a collection of berries and plants. Chris looked at her awkwardly.
“They’re very good for you.” Ti said happily. Chris shrugged. They may not be cooked, but they’re probably better then what the chef was serving. Chris took a bite, the taste exploded in his mouth. No berry had EVER tasted this good. He took a bite of a plant; it was crisp and filling, even if it had no taste. He ate half of it, and then remembered Ti.
“Ti, you want any?” Chris asked. Tiamont shook her head.
“No, I’m going to get my own in a moment, I need you to have your food for the day though, hun.” Chris finished the rest of his food, and then gave Tiamat a great big hug.
“Oh Ti! That was the best breakfast I’ve ever had!” He exclaimed happily. Ti retuned the hug; Chris could hear her heart, which was strange considering that she was a plushie. Then, Chris began to feel his arm being pushed outwards slightly. He looked at Tiamont, she was growing. Her once shrunken stomach now stood out with pride, and her snout rounded out further. Ti’s arms and thighs began swelling to the size of cups, her tail even rounded out slightly. Her neck began filling out, starting a double chin, and her whiskers almost looked like they were full of stuffing as well. She even stood to Chris’ chest now on her hind legs. This was the Tiamont Chris knew, he didn’t know how he did it, but he brought her out.
“Wow!” Ti laughed looking at her fattened self. Her head brushed against the bottom of the bed above Chris’ “That was unexpected!”
Chris couldn’t help chirping happily and hugging her again, she didn’t get any larger this time, but to feel the squishiness of her body around him, it was wonderful. Her fat arms wrapped around his head and squished him into her chest. Chris knew that if he could make her larger again, in a matter of time his whole head would be surrounded by her fluff. At that point he remembered that he had chores to do.
“Sorry Ti, I need to go do my chores now. I’ll be back later!” He got up, the bed sank only with Ti’s girth now, and it was about the amount that Chris by himself could create. Considering that she was a plush, that was a lot.
“Okay, hun!” She replied. “I love you lots!”
“I love you lots too!” He replied, but she was gone. She had flown out the window to get food for herself. Amazing, thought Chris, five days and she’s like my mother now. But he couldn’t dilly dally; he could spend quality time with Ti later.

Chris was shocked to step outside and realize that everyone had been looking up at his window while he was in his room. He asked them why they were looking up there, and they replied that they were waiting for him to get outside. Nothing to do with a dragoness at all. He asked anyways, but they replied with hatred and commanded him to get to work. The day continued with nothing out of the ordinary, Chris was beginning to get used to the way things worked. He constantly looked up at his room, trying to see when Ti was going to return. Finally, as it began to get dark, he saw the window to his room close. Maybe an employee had closed it. He’d find out when he went back to his room.

When he returned, he couldn’t find Ti anywhere, but there was a delicious odor coming from outdoors. He looked out the window and saw Tiamont standing over a cauldron and stirring it, singing something. It had the same melody of the lullaby, in fact, it probably was the lullaby, but this time, it had lyrics. Chris didn’t know the language it was being sung in, it was probably an ancient dragon language, but he could recognize a few of the words being said. It was strange that he could, but he understood them perfectly, like it was part of a second language. He ran down the steps and outside to meet her. The cauldron smelled absolutely heavenly.
“Where’d you find that cauldron, Ti?” Chris asked.
She looked up at him. “I made it.” It was very well made, maybe it did look rushed, but it was sturdy and held liquids.
“Well… what are you making then?”
“Our dinner.” She said with a smile on her face. “It’s your favorite too.”
“…It is?”
“Yep.” Ti nodded. “It’ll be ready in a moment, just sit down.” Chris decided to sit down on a nearby stump. Tiamont seemed perfectly content in stirring the meal as she sang. Chris felt a bit sleepy listening to it, but curiosity kept him awake. Finally, she scooped out a large portion of the stew and poured it into a bowl. Then Ti handed it to him. Chris looked reluctantly at the dish.
“…Isn’t this the stew they serve at the cafeteria?”
“Try it!” She egged him on, “you love it!”
Taking her word for it, Chris took the spoon from the bowl, and brought it to his lips. He blew on it briefly, and then deposited it down his throat.
“So… what do you think?” Ti asked, kept in suspense. Chris replied by smiling and taking a few more deep gulps of the substance. “See?! I told you that you loved it!” She laughed, and then poured another portion for herself. Chris and Tiamat spent the rest of the night chatting and laughing over day by day events. Once the two were almost blanketed in complete darkness, the only light supplied by a dying fire underneath the cauldron, Chris knew it was time to go.
“Well… I need to get to bed, Ti… You can sleep with me again if you shrink.”
“No, I have a better idea.” Ti smiled. “You can sleep down here with me.”
“What? I’d freeze to death!” Chris exclaimed.
“Oh come on, hun… you won’t, just snuggle in next to me just like in the old days… You’ve never been afraid to sleep with me before.” No, I wasn’t, Chris assured himself, but it just didn’t seem right, he wasn’t a dragon he was a human… However, as he stood out there, just looking at Tiamat, Chris knew it was the right thing, to lie there right next to her. She’d keep him warm. Chris knew that she would, she had his trust… Suddenly, the chill of the outdoors disappeared, and sleeping with Ti would be the best decision he made that day. Without changing into different clothing, he lied down next to Ti’s form, almost like a dragon did. As he laid there, Ti swelled until she was twice Chris’ size. She hugged him and pushed him closer to her stomach, almost as he had dreamed, he was absolutely smooshed by her belly, except for his face so he could breathe. Her wing extended over Chris, it was much chubbier now, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to use her wing to protect her ‘son’ from the elements forever, but for now it would do. Chris subconsciously purred, it sounded almost draconic, before slipping into a daze. Ti began singing him the lullaby he always loved to hear, and Chris found himself completely asleep.

The next morning, Chris was still wrapped in Ti’s grasp, he stretched, it was almost like pushing against six different blankets at once. He stretched every bit of him, even his tail, then he stepped outside to see what the day was like. It was a beautiful day, and Ti was beautiful as well, she actually had gained a couple hundred pounds overnight for some reason, she didn’t look like a plushie at all anymore. Since he was a bit curious, Chris slowly walked up to Tiamat and squished his head against her chest. He heard a heartbeat, he stepped over to her gut, and the sloshing of her internal organs was heard. She wasn’t a plushie anymore; she was real… but how? And why was he walking on four legs? He was a human, not a dragon… Or was he? He looked down at himself, he looked exactly like the dragon in his dreams, the dragon he was… and Ti had grown as big as she was in his dreams. Her whiskers had plumped up excessively and now were the size of his arm… well, his human arm. Her wings had chubbed out and were practically useless. Her legs were almost being swallowed by her stomach which had grown out impressively. Her arms had grown a bit longer but were overwhelmed by flab as well. Her breasts still protruded out slightly over her stomach, but they seemed to be fighting over which would stick out the most. It was amazing to see how much she had grown overnight. Yesterday she was thin and a quarter of his size. Today, not only could she give a sumo wrestler a run for his money, but she was three times the size he was now. She looked absolutely content in her current posture. After a moment, her eyes flicked open and she let out a large yawn.
“Good morning, hun.” She said with a smile. Her breath smelled like food, a lot of food. Had she been gorging herself overnight? “Why are you acting like a dragon, hun? You’re not a dragon…” Chris looked at himself. He had returned to normal, and now he looked silly. Chris stood up and walked over to Ti to give her a great big hug. Although it looked like a terrific effort, she pushed herself off the ground and sat on her hindquarters so Chris could hug her. She was half the height of the building when she sat. Chris dove into her stomach and gave her the biggest hug he could. It was difficult, seeing as he completely sank into her, but it still felt like a hug to him. He didn’t worry about the fact that he couldn’t breathe in her stomach, he just kept hugging her, it was a dream come true. Strangely enough, as he hugged, more lard piled up over him, he felt the pressure that it created on his frame. Finally, he couldn’t breathe so he began pushing her folds away until he reached the surface. Once he resurfaced, he couldn’t help but smile.
“Thank you, Ti… that was my dream come true, to be completely covered in fat.” Chris looked at her lovingly.
“Of course, my loving son.” She smiled. “And I’ll always get bigger too; now then, you should get to your chores.”
“But Ti…” Completely forgetting she called him her son. “What are you going to do? You’ve gotten so big; you can’t fit in my room anymore. And if you stay out here, someone will see you!”
“I can make myself invisible, they won’t find me.”
“They could run into you though.”
“They won’t, trust me.” Her sharp ears heard the clock tower ringing at the center of town. “You should get going; you need to have your breakfast.”
“You mean… you’re not going to get breakfast for me?” Ti tried to stand up, but she fell over. Chris thought he’d feel a mighty tremor, but something had canceled it out. Tiamat kept getting more and more curious.
“I’m very sorry dear… but I can’t. Tomorrow I will, I promise.” Tomorrow she may get bigger, thought Chris, I hope I’m not handicapping her because I like her so fat… As soon as Chris was out of earshot and sight, Tiamat began rummaging through her folds. In almost no time at all, she pulled out a small note, even smaller now in her gigantic form. She knew that she couldn’t tell Chris what was on that note… if he knew… She quickly put it away so she wouldn’t have to think about it. As she did, she began turning invisible to all other eyes. No one saw her.
Except for one person.

The next day, Chris woke up the same way he did yesterday, he wasn’t a dragon this time, but he felt like one. He pushed away Ti’s immense stomach then got a breath of fresh air. It felt particularly good for his tail… Tail?! Chris turned around and was greeted by a thick tail that was the same color his skin was. Part of his mind said that he had it his whole life; a more overwhelming part said he didn’t. It flicked around excitedly. Chris looked around in horror. Did anyone see him? He quickly stuffed his tail into his pants, it looked incredibly silly and it felt uncomfortable, but it was the best he could do.
“I assume you don’t like your tail.” Chris turned around and found himself face to face with Tiamont.
“Ti… I’m not a dragon… I’m a human.”
Tiamat laughed. “No you’re not… you’re my little hatchling… You’re just shedding your human form finally…”
“What?! No! I’ve been a human my whole life! I’ve never once had a tail or anything!”
“Then why do you keep saying that three days ago you cared for me? Every day after you came out of that egg, you were so cute; I was the one who cared for you.” Chris began to back up.
“My real mom’s dead! My real dad’s dead!” He replied, almost shouting. “They were mutilated in their home!”
“Yes, I did do that… They were planning on using your memories of me to insult you.”
“I never had memories of you! I made you up!”
She laughed again like it was so funny to her. “No you didn’t, those were just your hatchling memories. They must have come back to you.”
“The only time I’ve been a dragon was in my dreams! And that only happened a couple days ago!”
“Those memories must have come to you after I sang you your favorite lullaby.”
Chris began backing up, she must have been crazy. He was a human! Not a dragon! And she had convinced herself that she was his true mother. And now she was trying to turn him into a dragon, and from the way he’s feeling, he knows she’s succeeding. He ran back to his room, blocking out thoughts to return to his ‘mother’ and rummaged through the box that Ti had come in. Finally, he pulled out a card explaining where ‘Salivating Salvages’ was located. It wasn’t too far from here, if he ran, he could probably make it. He left his room, sprinted down the hall and then made it outside. Ti was waiting for him.
“Where are you going my hatchling?” She asked coolly.
“Away from you. I’m not your hatchling! I’m a human being and I’m going to stay that way!” He screamed, then passed Ti and ran down the street.
“Chris! Come back! Your mother wants you back! COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!”
Despite all the urges Chris had to turn tail and return to her, he ignored them and kept running. The dragon inside him whined for its mother, Chris knew he couldn’t let it get its wish.

Chris arrived at Salivating Salvages about five minutes later, his legs ached terribly not only from all the running he did, but from the transformation it was going through. From the orphanage to the store, his legs became digigrade and his pants were beginning to tear. His face was beginning to ache terribly as well. He knew a snout was coming and unless he hurried he wouldn’t be able to stop it. He entered the shop, it was dimly lit and seemed to have all sorts of… well, it had just about everything really. Well, anything an occult type would have liked. Mr. Saluwitz, as said on his name tag, was standing behind a counter. He resembled an stereotypical elderly shopkeeper almost to a ‘t.’
“Hello and welcome to-“
“Are you the Mr. Saluwitz who sent me a gift about five days back?!”
“Who are you?”
“Chris.”
“OH! Yes! I knew you’d like her… what do you think?”
Chris reached into the back of his pants and pulled out his tail, it was beginning to grow scaling.
“She’s trying to turn me into her young!”
“Well… she is your mother, and you are her child. I thought you’d know that after reading that card.”
“What?! The one with all those optimistic messages?!”
“No! The other one! It was in the box!”
“There was no other one!”
Mr. Saluwitz brought his hand to his chin. “Oh dear. I didn’t think she’d go that far…”
“What?! What are you saying?!” Chris was nearly screaming.
“Well… I don’t think you can handle it… Are you sure you didn’t read the card?”
“Yes! I’m sure!”
“Fine, fine. Calm down.” He began to think. It was a minute before either of them said anything. “Well… I assume she took it so you wouldn’t have hated her for what she did…”
“What?”
“She killed your parents, I’m afraid. Your fake ones.”
“…huh?”
“Many years ago… a group of bandits wanted to take your mother’s best treasure, a jeweled necklace she was going to give to you for your next hatchday. However, she stopped them and commanded them to never come again. Thinking they could defeat her if her resolve was weakened, they stole you one night and turned you into a human. They robbed your memories and gave you to a pair of humans who were paid to make your life miserable. Before long, Tiamat gave in and handed over the necklace, in exchange for you. Then, they tried to kill her and kept you with that pair of humans. She destroyed them then came after you in a rage.” He shook his head. “I tried to stop her… I told her you didn’t understand. I was too late… It took all my power to contain her.” He looked sadly at Chris. “She is right… even if your human mind doesn’t understand it, your dragon one does. She loved you more then she loved life itself, you were her life, Chris. I hoped by gradually introducing her back into your life you’d be able to forgive her and take her as your real mother again, but she missed you dearly, and she hated that you resembled the leader of the bandit’s organization. So she probably spiced your food, hoping it would bring out your dragon self to destroy your human shell.” Chris felt his mouth beginning to elongate, he tried to hold it back, but it was too painful. Finally, it flew out and he looked like a crocodile man. He felt completely embarrassed. It was so much, Chris began to cry.
“Please, I don’t want to be a dragon… I want to stay human!”
“But… Tiam-“
“I don’t care about her! She did this to me! I want her out of my life!” Chris’ entire body was beginning to feel funny; it was only a matter of time now. Unless he hurried, he was going to turn full dragon that day. “Turn me back to normal! Please!” He sobbed.
“…There’s nothing I can do, Chris. The only person who can keep you from becoming a dragon, is your mother.” Those words struck Chris’ brain like a thousand bullets against a single plane of glass. The sadness was exchanged with rage, rage at the person he once loved now loathed. He turned and ran.
“Where are you going?!” Mr. Saluwitz asked.
Chris turned around, his brown eyes filled with hate. “To slay a dragon.”

Chris rampaged down the street, people looked at him in strange ways, but he completely ignored him. His rage was against his mother, he’d assault her swollen body until she was forced to return him to normal, and if not, he’d obliterate her. He laughed cynically at the thought, he couldn’t wait. However, his mother was faster. The moment he turned the corner, he found himself meeting a mountain of flab. This was Tiamont. Chris was completely smothered by the flab. He spat swears at his mother, clawing at the soft stomach hoping to pierce it. Tiamont winced a few times, but didn’t puncture in the slightest.
“Return me to my human form, mother!” Screamed Chris. “I will not become one of you!”
“Calm down my hatchling… Let me sing you your favorite lullaby.” Chris knew if he heard that lullaby, it was over.
“NO YOU BITCH!” He screamed. “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!”
She began singing, he screamed and kicked and did everything to drown her out, but her loving powerful voice was overwhelming. After a minute, Chris finally stopped and fell asleep. Ti rubbed her stomach lovingly then pulled Chris out of it. He was beginning to look more and more like her little hatchling, not that human she hated so much. Then she felt something pierce the thick flab around her shoulder and puncture it completely. She turned around and saw…

The chef. Wearing the jeweled necklace he stole from her so many years ago.

“Well, Tiamat… we meet again.” The large man hissed, the gun he had fired at her was in his hand.
“You little… I assume your food is what’s keeping my hatchling’s body so unstable?”
“You mean stable…” The bandit leader smiled, he began to reload. “He enjoys being a human, you ignorant worm. You should let him stay that way.”
“If you don’t return him to normal, I’ll-“
“You’ll WHAT?” He was holding the barrel of the gun against the necklace. “This is what keeps you and your son happy, correct? One little flinch… and you won’t be so happy anymore.” Tiamont bit her lip. The necklace represented the eternal love she had for her son, but not only because of that, but because it signified their power. Many years ago, a wizard tried to steal her valuables by trapping their power within that necklace and blackmailing her with it. Despite her friend’s best attempts, they couldn’t stop him. Although the wizard’s gone now, she still tries to find a way to stop the curse of the necklace. And if she broke it, the curse would never be lifted and she’d lose her powers forever. Her hatchling would never get to learn of his powers either. She did the only thing she could, she stood still. The bandit leader aimed his gun away from the necklace and at her son.
“Choose. Your power… or your son.” He laughed evily. She chose.
She grew to the size of a skyscraper, then even larger. Her flab began piling out as she grew bigger and bigger. It seemed almost uncomfortable to be that large, but she didn’t feel a thing, it only made her feel more powerful. As she grew, the bandit leader tried to retreat, but he couldn’t, the fat was growing faster then he could run. Finally, she grew so large, she blocked out the sun. Her head was almost engulfed by her large neck, her legs and arms couldn’t even be seen since her stomach made up almost ninety percent of her body. Her tail had completely retracted itself back into Tiamont’s hindquarters and her wings could only be seen as two bits of skin that was pressed against her back. She opened her mouth, which required as much energy as running half a mile.
“YOU WILL HARM US NO LONGER!” She shouted, or at least, everyone thought she shouted. The fat muffled a lot of what she said. Then, she raised one foot into the air, very slowly. The bandit leader had gotten himself out of Tiamont’s plump stomach and was now attempting to run away. He still hadn’t caught his breath yet though. Finally, his lungs couldn’t take anymore, and he needed to rest. That’s when the foot fell. A large mound of fat that completely engulfed his entire body and even poured into his exposed mouth. After five seconds, the bandit leader was no more. Tiamont slowly returned to her normal size and looked at the bandit leader’s body. It had swelled a few inches trying to contain Ti’s foot, but because of this lost its ability to breathe. Ti slowly leaned over to grab the necklace from the corpse then looked at Chris. He was now completely a dragon, the hatchling he once was and now always will be. She smiled.
“Come on, my hatchling, let’s get you home…”

Chris’ eyes slowly flickered open. Basic dragon instincts flooded his brain. They all mured in different ways, some with anger, others with joy. Chris knew that he wasn’t a human anymore, and he didn’t care, he would be living with his mother for the remainder of their lives. It was the thing he always wanted. Not only that, but he was no longer a part of that dreadful orphanage.
“Chris… my little hatchling… it’s time for breakfast.” Chris stood up onto all four legs. Every instinct began muring one thing, it was time for breakfast and they were hungry. Chris ran out to the mouth of the cave where his mother was finishing making breakfast. She had returned to the same size Chris remembered her, large, but lovable. She turned around and smiled.
“I’m making your favorite!”
“Mur!” Chris chirped. Maybe he was a little old to mur now, after all, he was around seven hundred and his hatchday was seven days ago. But still, it brought back memories, memories that would continue to exist to this day. He dug into his breakfast and his mother rubbed his back lovingly. Chris loved his mother, and she loved him. Just like always. After he finished, he let out a large belch, mured again, then walked towards the mouth of the cave. He settled down and looked into the distance, something was on his mind. Ti approached him.
“…you wish to see how your old human partners are doing aren’t you?” He sighed loudly, and then nodded. “Well, we have all day… let’s go take our morning flight then!” Ti shrunk slightly so her wings could hold her rotund form then took a running start. She leapt out the mouth of the cave, leaving only an afterimage in her wake. Chris backed up, took a running start, and flew after her.

To Ti, Chris was always her little hatchling.