Day in, day out. Night after night, week after week, Lexal retains his muscular form by exploiting the supple properties of Callum's heavy one. With each punch, each wobble, the shark grows stronger and the dragon...stays heavily fattened. To Lexal it's a rigorous training regiment, for Callum it's a high-end massage session with the bonus of helping out a friend. His gut rolls and wobbles over Lexal's fists like a warm mass of heavy nickel, rippling generously in a similar fashion to the corded muscles developed along the shark's form. Lexal's grunts and pants of exertion match Callum's chomping and rumbles of pleasure as his belly quivers like a jello-filled punching bag, taking blow after blow into the thick layers of padding. The fit fish drives a hard upper cut into the drake's stomach, sinking a sapphire ventral plate into the folds along with his clenched paw. Callum only grunts. It's a good hard punch, almost effective. The only blow that might truly perturb the derg is a sucker punch. But Lexal's too focused for that.

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