Cliché title. Meh. Shoot me.

This is the first raffle prize in a series of two, for  ReginaldTheWolf

It should be noted that I erred on the last set of paragraphs due to me accidentally putting the page they were on on lockdown in Word. It wasn't reversible, so I had to retype everything that was on it. If there are any inconsistencies, this is why. Besides that, ENJOY!!

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Reginald ©

Manian, Amethyst ©

Story © me.
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Tucked away in his leisure time, Manian had invited his sister - Amethyst the Angel Dragon, over to his home to play some board games, watch WWE Wrestling together while eating red velvet cake and of course, snuggling close to each other for what would be the remainder of that day. Amethyst had engaged in many other fun little activities together with Manian. There was one day where she shrank him down to pint-size and tucked the dragon into her cleavage, the other time she watched from Mani’s shoulder as he had grown into his macro form and was stomping through Charlotte, North Carolina and a slew of other times, including those yet to come, when she shoved massive quantities of red velvet cake down his gullet. Nothing was to interfere with their courses, or in the very least, nothing insignificant.

While Manian was watching a different program with his sister, his attention was redirected to a voice he heard coming from the front entrance to his cave.
“Ding dong.”
“That voice sounded familiar…” Manian switched off the TV and sauntered towards his doorstep. “Excuse me sis, I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
Upon arriving at the entrance to his cave, he was greeted by the face of the person he had expected to find there.
“Hi Reginald,” Manian smiled. “I knew it had to be you with your imitation doorbell sound.”
“Yeah, I botched that one,” Reginald sighed in awkwardness. “Jokes aside, I have an invitation for something, uh… special.”
“Well, that’s coincidental, considering I just invited Amethyst to come over at my place!” Manian said.
From all the way back, Amethyst waved to Reginald. “Hi there, ummm… eeerm…”
“Reginald,” Reginald filled in.
“Can you tell me what you have in store already?!” Manian pushed, impatience already starting to get to him.
“Now now, if you calm down you can follow me,” Reginald said. “Perhaps Amethyst would like to stroll along too?”
“Amethyst? Reginald asks if you want to come with us. He wants to show us something special,” Manian asked to Amethyst, who was busy perusing a magazine back in the living room.
She ditched her paper and excitedly got up from her chair, quickly spurting towards his brother and the wolf at the door. Judging from the pulled-apart corners of her mouth, she was incredibly curious and interested in the deal. As she was now standing beside Manian, as if she awaited orders, Reginald swung his arm forward, ready to take them to the location he had in mind.
“Now come with me, you both. This is something in which your cooperation will be imperative.”
“Follow the leader-leader-leader, follow the leader,” hummed Manian, his sister by his side.

The three had begun walking away from Manian’s home cave, the mountainy landscape slowly transitioning into a verdant flatland.
“My intuition tells me it has something to do with growth,” Manian mumbled as a breeze stroked the top of his snout. Reginald chuckled in response.
“Heh. I’m not going to reveal anything yet, cheeky derg.”
While Manian made his interest in the subject conspicuously known, Amethyst remained silent. She followed from behind, studying the clouds in the sky and thinking of what item their shape most closely resembled. Until her soft voice managed to slip out a phrase.
“Are we getting closer yet?” she asked sheepishly.
“Oh, just this road to the left, and one-hundred feet ahead it is,” Reginald answered. He pointed to a narrow, gravelly detour to his left. “This way, please.”
Manian and Amethyst followed the wolf into the pathway. After a change of perspective, they saw the top of a massive wooden structure up ahead, sticking out above the hill that was in front of it. Upon seeing the construction and the remarkable size of it, Manian felt his suspicions getting closer to confirmed.
“Oh, please let that be a warehouse chock-full of red velvet…” Manian thought, tightly clinging to his hopes.
Both the dragons followed Reginald to the place he had in mind for them, which was presumed to be the structure straight ahead. Their footsteps grinded on the grains of gravel underfoot. It was a satisfying sound as the massive wooden silo became closer in their line of sight with every step.

“We’re aaaaalmost there!” Reginald teased with a smirk. Following that, he kicked his left leg forwards and took a massive seven-foot leap. He then turned around to face Manian and Amethyst, having his back only a few feet away from the structure smack-dab in the middle of the vast hilly meadows. Now even the inattentive Amethyst was assured that whatever Reginald was promising them, it had to do something with the completely out-of-place containment unit in front of them.
“Manian, could you take a step forward?” Reginald asked in a quite serious tone.
“Uh… sure.” The plasma dragon complied with his orders, nervously stepping forward. He was situated among two of his friends, but had his slight share of worries that something might inadvertently malfunction.
Reginald moved his hands behind Manian’s head… and blindfolded him with a dark cloth.
“Heh, that blends in with your natural black color really well, Mani!” Amethyst laughed. “You look as if you’re completely eyeless!”
Manian giggled, as he found his sister would be quite right. “I really do wonder how I would look like to the third person.”
“Heh. I just hope you can’t see through it with your dragon eyes.” Reginald walked over to the wooden structure and began to fidget around with an installation of some sort.

“Ooh Mani, you’re going to-!”
“Shhh, Amethyst!” Reginald said irritably. “Don’t spoil this for him!”
He walked up to Manian, confident as to what he would do would cause an influx of enjoyment.
“Mouth open, please.”
“This is going to be really, really good…” Manian thought as he did just as Reginald told him, opening his maw as widely as possible. What followed next punctually met his expectations. He felt a cylindrical, rubbery object being inserted between his jaws, and then heard the sound Reginald’s footsteps moving away from him. The next step to the program that would set in was virtually palpable for the plasma dragon.
“Start the countdown, Amethyst!” sounded Reginald’s voice from a much farther distance than before.
“Errm, from what number? Three?” the Angel Dragon responded in slight confusion.
“Whatever number you feel comfortable with.”
“You’ll be loving this, Mani! Three, two, one…!”
“My body is ready for this… I think…” Manian thought to himself as he heard the sound of a valve turning.

Suddenly, Manian felt a trademark delectability being shoveled down his throat.
“This… no way.” Manian was completely paralyzed. This was too much of an utopian scenario to be true. The treats that were being delivered to his oral system were his personal favorite above anything else: red velvet cake.
“MMMMMPH!!”
Manian wanted to scream out of delight, but the hose stuck in his mouth along with every inch of the inside of his mouth being occupied by red velvet cakes muffled any and all communication. The least he could do was to gesture a thumbs up towards Reginald, wherever he might be at the time. No question about it - he had found himself in yet another amazing force-feeding-by-pump session. He knew what it meant to him - he would gradually expand into a colossal blob of adipose as long as both ends of the hose remained properly connected and power kept it running. During the first seconds, already he felt himself bloating from within. Fattening processes had become so common for him that the direct beginning of a session already induced a placebo effect.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming closer to him.
“I’m sorry, this isn’t really a ‘surprise’ after all, now is it?” Reginald whispered into his ear following a short chuckle, as he removed Manian’s blindfold. That is where he was able to notice the gigantic rubber hose in his mouth, connected to a valve embedded into the side of the enormous silo forty feet before him.
“Yes Mani, that entire thing is filled to the capacity with red velvet cakes.” Reginald said for the cherry on top. “Don’t ask why, I’m Reginald, remember?”

“Ywr kwnwdnmg!” Manian’s muffled voice permeated Reginald’s eardrums as neck bulge after neck bulge displayed nothing short of the rapid rate in which Manian gobbled up all the red velvet cakes being injected into him. Every second, a new portion reached his mouth as the previous disappeared into his stomach, where it would be converted into a thick layer of pudge. The first results were already noticeable at this point: his four legs were slowly being pushed outwards by his belly swelling into the soil beneath.
Reginald looked at the fattening dragon for a while, but then he realized he had completely forgot about his second guest - Amethyst, the Angel Dragon that had unintentionally come along. He switched his sight over to her for a moment, and entered a new thought process for a potential idea.
“Hmmm, maybe it’s a fluke that I’ve prepared a spare hose…”
Reginald ran towards the valve end of the hose connected to Manian, and grabbed a second hose that he had prepared there. Because God forbid if the only hose broke. He plugged the spare in one of the available slots, firmly pressing it into the socket to make sure it was tightly secured.
“She’s Manian’s sister, so this can’t hurt to try,” Reginald thought as he ran back to Manian, who had gained another swath of tissue on his belly, holding the other end of the hose in his right hand.

“Uh Amethyst, I’m not sure if you’d like this, but, would you want to have a taste as well?”
Reginald approached the Angel Dragon, nervous as to how she would respond. Nerves that were fortunately killed off with Amethyst’s very direct and open response.
“You mean I get to grow into a huge ball of squishiness as well? Of course!” Amethyst replied quite happily. “Mani tells me all the time how fun it is to be huge!” And with her response, she opened her maw wide, ready to have the other hose plugged in.
“Errm, alright, that went quick,” Reginald said to himself, surprised that Amethyst agreed on the offer without any objections. He shrugged and stuck the hose in her mouth, then proceeded to run back to the valves as quick as possible to provide for Amethyst’s wishes. She was quite insistent on it.
Meanwhile, Manian could already see large amounts of his newly gained rolls protruding from his once slick figure. His fat squishing against the earth below him was an amazing experience, as it always was. Literally one-fifth of his original form remained; the rest was all adipose matter sloshing onto the ground.
After a very short trip to the valves again that would allow Amethyst to fatten up as well, Reginald returned. He was pretty amazed to see how abnormally huge Manian had already become.
“Looks like this is another day with plenty of success!” he said proudly, walking up to Manian.
“You are becoming quite the blobdragon again, I see,” he exclaimed, rubbing and kneading one of Manian’s numerous rolls.
“Hmmphmpmh!” Manian released a small series of giggles that almost made him spew out his hose.
“Now Mani, since I know you don’t mind if I do this…” Reginald took a swig of air and pulled some of Mani’s other clots of adipose tissue apart, then climbed into the space between them.
“Aaahh, warm and comfy the way I couldn’t tell from home.”

Reginald had comfortably nestled himself in a space enveloped by Manian’s flab, something he had done in the past, so this situation couldn’t be left out as it called for it louder than an atom bomb experiment gone wrong.
“I wish I could say anything to Amethyst,” Manian thought. It was always a hindrance that he wouldn’t be able to coherently and intelligibly speak to the world around him, to make his profound level of contentment in the situation known.
“Actually,” Manian thought as he took another observant glance at his fat-packed body, of which roughly 86 percent was now nothing but pure, unadulterated lard.
“I don’t like saying this, but I think this is, well… enough. And I have a much better way of getting these red velvet cakes spent…”
Manian took the hose out of his mouth, finally being able to breathe some fresh air.
“Phew, that is a refresher. Not that I didn’t like it or anything.”
And now, Manian felt it was time to act upon his idea.
“Hey sis, what about doubling that fattening spurt?” he shouted down at his tiny sister, as he let the hose he used to be force fed with bounce and tumble off of his almost horizontally flat chest. The feeding system thudded into the soft grass before Amethyst’s face.
“Nice throw…” thought Manian.

Amethyst reacted positively upon realizing the golden opportunity that lay in her wake. She took the other hose that she was originally being fed with out of her mouth for a brief moment to express her agreement.
“Oh yes!” Amethyst yelled upwards, hoping his brother would hear him. She then picked up the second hose that was, luckily, right in front of her. She was already beginning to immobilize. Sticking both hoses in her mouth - one behind each of her cheeks, the rate at which she built up on size was effectively multiplied by two. And the effects were directly noticeable. Very noticeable.
“Whoooooaa!” Amethyst not only saw every asset of her body expanding, but she could now feel it as well. “Mani, I-I’m getting huge!”
“Wonderful, sis!” Manian shouted with joy. “Soon enough you’ll get to join me up here!”
More and more red velvet cakes were pumped into Amethyst’s metabolic system, and all the calories within converted into corporeal matter. It went at such a Mach speed that Amethyst indirectly feared the hoses could explode at any moment, when in actuality, she was the one exploding with newfound adipose on every side of her body. When Amethyst looked upwards, she saw how Manian came closer with every minute of delicious red velvet being injected into her body.
“I can see you’re almost there, sis!” Manian said with a smile on his face, indirectly taunting her with his remark. Amethyst returned the smile, and kept enjoying every moment of her growth spurt. She could already notice her own posture becoming exactly like that of Manian.

In just a mere five minutes, Amethyst had finally risen her physique to the same level as Manian’s. It was a glorious sight, two gargantuan blobs of dragons in an innocuous meadow with nothing but a wooden structure, which was more like a Lego house in comparison to the two. Manian wore the flabfest that was himself like a badge of honor. He couldn’t be any more proud of it.
“So, how do you like this, sis?”
“It’s… well, it’s great from up here! It’s a bit difficult trying to move, but other than that, it’s awesome!” Amethyst answered happily. “But this is reversible, right?”
“Oh yes, it is, don’t you worry,” her brother snickered. “But don’t you think you should be stopping your growth right now? Otherwise you’d outgrow me, not that I’d complain, but I was planning on taking a nice stroll to the urban area together as our nice, huge selves.”
“That sounds like something,” Amethyst nodded at Manian, both their sides squashing against each other like tidal waves. “Oh and by the way, where is Reginald?”
“He’s somewhere in my vast amounts of flab, safely and securely,” the enormous plasma dragon giggled. “Now, onward we go, shall we?” Manian pointed his tiny arm in contrast to the rest of his corpulence forward.
And with quite the struggle, but with progress, the two massive dragon blobs headed for the city zone, creating wide tracks in the grass as they bowled over the landscape.