linkclx is better known as Verdori, or, in this case, Verdoughy. But he goes to Larbordale! And meets an interesting fat- I mean fate!

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Glory to Verdori
By Tyrex Kyuris

“This has got to be a record.” The feral dragon grumbled and wobbled slightly. The blue anthro dragon poking at his sides seemed to be a little too fascinated with him. “I mean, on my first day, Lexal and I ended up with some extra pounds, but nothing like this.” He sunk his arm into the thick, deep blubber of Verdori’s sides up to his elbow. “And it took us a couple hours. You’ve been in town maybe ten minutes!” He sighed and gave the bloated dragon another poke. “So all of it, then?”
“Yes, Tyrex, all of it.” Verdori grunted and wobbled, but mobility was far beyond him. Tyrex nodded Verdori felt something clamping onto a section of his fattened form.
“I have to ask… how? Did you even leave town?”
“No…” Verdori jiggled a bit. The process was slightly ticklish. “I was just… minding my own business and someone cast a spell on me!”
“Verdori, you don’t have to lie. It’s Larbordale, everyone eventually ends up breeching half a ton.” He poked the sides of the feral dragon. “Some do it several times in a row.”
“Well I set a record and you didn’t, so…” Verdori grinned smugly.
“Yeah, what really happened, though?”
“Fine.” Verdori rolled his eyes but began to giggle. “I saw a little bunny outside a cafe , she had something shiny. I wanted it so I growled a little and let off a little steam. She flipped out and cast some spells and one of them caused me to put on a few and I laughed and said something along the lines of ‘hit me with your best shot.’” He giggled again. “Oh the look on her face was good, though. Even as I started to bloat up it was pretty good.”
“Did she have one brown ear and one white?”
“Yeah…” Said Verdori. “Why?”
“That’s Madam Benargh.” Said Tyrex. “She’s the best adipose mage in Iberis.” Tyrex sighed. “So this fat is just evaporating, not turning into crystals. Magic only.” He poked Verdori’s shrinking side and the sound of clattering crystals caused him to jump.
“I also may have raided all the bakeries I could since I knew I would be getting rid of the fat anyways.” Verdori chuckled. “This thing tickles!”
“Well get used to it cuz there’s still probably a full ton in here, magic and legit fat combined.” Tyrex sloshed Verdori’s side and sat down next to him, opening up a book. “It’ll take some time.”
Indeed, it was over an hour before the device was done with Verdori, and the transformation was phenomenal. A previously blimp-like forest green stomach has been sucked inwards to a lean arched one. His primary dark, jet black color was much more prominent now that his appearance wasn’t dominated by a colossal underbelly. The feral dragon took a moment to admire his lithe form and sighed. This never lasted long, so he should enjoy it while he had it.
“Well, when taking your size into account…” Tyrex looked over the crystals. “Even scaled down for an anthro, that’s still a heck of a lot of blubber. Congratulations.”
“Hey you’re gonna pay me for this, right?” Asked Verdori.
“Yep.” Tyrex offered him a pouch of coins. “Um… where do you want me to put them.” The dark dragon scowled and took the pouch with his forepaw.
“I’m not a clumsy feral oaf I can hold a pouch of coins by myself.” He wrapped his claws delicately around the pouch. “See? I can do it myself.” He looked down to see Tyrex affixing another device to his neck. “What, did you miss some flab?!”
“No, the Crystalardzer removes every last bit of non-vital fat. It always leaves just enough for basic vital functions.” He looked up. “Digital backpack. Just put the coin in here and you don’t have to carry it around.”
“Oh, um… thanks.” Verdori nudges Tyrex out of the way with his shoulder. “But it’s time for an adventure, so… move it unless you want to come with.” Tyrex shook his head. “Your loss.” And with that, he took off for the skies, seeking his very own adventure.

Tyrex heard a characteristic THUMP as someone was teleported back to town with the EMT spell. He had a pretty good idea who it was from the small tremor of a thud and the sight of dark green scales dominating a retreating area of black dragon. “Did you miss me, Verdori?” He turned a page in his book and looked out the window to see the feral dragon staring back in. “Red Velvet Tower again?”
“I almost made it this time! I finally beat that stupid frosting golem, but then I found the treasure room and it ended up to be a fake treasure room…” Verdori grumbled. “Still haven’t found the real one.”
“Don’t worry, you’re making plenty of bankroll just by selling fat. You’ve been here, like, two weeks and you have to have made almost a thousand gold doing this.” Tyrex shut the window and stepped outside with the crystalardzer in his scaly hand. “Well, after this one.”
“Gold is awesome but I can get that anywhere. I want treasure. Big shiny awesome treasure.” Verdori’s eyes glittered.
“Well at this rate, if you ever find the owner of that tower, you’ll be able to buy it from him.” Tyrex plopped the device on Verdori’s stomach. “This is good, we were low on crystals, too. For some reason people aren’t selling it as much as they used to.” He paused. “Oh but you don’t care about that crap. Tell me more about the Red Velvet Tower!”
After being shrunk down yet again, Verdori decided to take the rest of the day off. After all, Red Velvet Tower disappeared when the sun began to set. The entire building would just be stale crumbs by now. He could try to go to Slimestone Cavern. It was night, and the slime tide must have receded enough to enter for the night and search for treasure… but maybe, just maybe, Verdori was a little fed up with not having found treasure yet. Besides, he had earned a little break, right?
He curled up on one of the side paths around the area, stretching and yawning. While it wasn’t exactly his problem if he was blocking anyone’s way, he was less likely to be bothered by someone back here.
Unfortunately, being bothered just seemed to be Verdori’s destiny that night, as he awoke to find himself being coiled up by something. Still struggling to awaken from his dreams, he opened the vents along his back and let out an enormous burst of hot steam. “Take that cannellini monster!” He cried out, blasting his attacker. The coils around him seemed to just melt away with a loud hiss.
“How rude!” Verdori opened his eyes to a pair of acidic green ones. “I jusssst wanted to talk!”
“Who’s there?”
“Ssssomeone who’ssss been very impressssed with you.” Said the glowing green eyes. They seemed to be attached to nothing in the darkness. “Ssssselling that much fat… did you not think anyone would notice?”
“Hey I thought that was supposed to be private!” Said Verdori. “Did Tyrex tell you?”
“Nobody needssss to tell me anything.” The eyes bounced as a touch of laughter rung out from the cloyingly sweet voice. “Only mortals need to hear things to know them.” A glimmer shot out for the eyes, hinting for just a second at the coils of a truly massive serpent, strewn about the rooftops and the alley around Verdori.
“What do you want?”
“Oh, just congratulating you.” The serpent chuckled. “It’s sssso rare I sssee ssssomeone fluctuate in fatnessss ssso rapidly without any extra… encouragement.”
“Hey I just want treasure. The fat stuff is just part of the job.”
“A part you do well.” Said the serpent. “Better than finding treassssure. Can’t help but notice no treasssure, but lotssss and lotsss of blubber ssssold.”
“Is there a point to this?”
“Jusssst giving you my blessssing.” The serpent chuckled. “Take it assss you will.”
Verdori winced as the serpent lunged forward. It hit his chest with a splat and suddenly the night air was clear. He sat up and pawed at his chest, but all that was there was a small discoloration. Bright and almost neon green, glowing in the shape of a tiny coiled serpent. He scratched at it to no avail. It was just… discolored scales.
“That can’t be good…” He scratched at it a bit and yawned loudly. “I’ll deal with it in the morning…”
Rainfall woke the dragon up this time. He growled at the interruption, wishing he had curled up under a canopy, but sighed and let the droplets fall into the mechanism on his back, refueling the reserves. Well… might as well go get some breakfast. Red Velvet Tower wasn’t going to be there today.
However, the market with lots of supplies to take on the tower would be open for sure. As much as he didn’t want to spend any of his hard earned gold… he supposed he might just need a few potions to quickly shed the excess pounds so he’d stop falling through the floor in the tower.
A brief long reclining stretch and the green dragon was off to the market. In the early morning very few were up and about but as he strode down the hill to the main market district. A certain smell caught his snout and he turned around to see a morning jogger; a very odd sight in the land of elastic waistbands.
“On your left!” Verdori looked over to see a very well-toned shark jogging by him. “Hey, weren’t you sleeping outside my house last night?”
“Possibly. What’s it to you?” Asked the dragon.
“Thought I recognized that voice.” Said the shark, slowing his pace to jog alongside the dragon. “I woke up in the middle of the night and it was like a sauna. What’s with the steam?”
“Just having a bad dream. What’s with the jogging? Why don’t you just have the fat sucked out of you?”
“Muscles don’t stay firm without exercise. And the really good bakeries sell out super fast.” The shark said and increased his pace, disappearing into the morning streets. Verdori rolled his eyes and found an apothecary to park his rear outside of until it opened.
“Hey there, ssssstranger…” Verdori whipped around to see a hyena looking at him with interest. The canine’s eyes were very squarely on the small spot of discoloration on his chest. “You’ve been chossssen by our masssster.”
“Your master?” Said Verdori. “Are you talking about that giant snake?”
“Yes, I am.” The hyena’s eyes widened. “I mean, uh… yessssss, I am.”
“Please stop doing that thing with the ‘s’ sounds. I’m pretty sure even he just does it for fun.”
“Alright. I ssssuppose… sorry, sorry!” The hyena shrugged, as if not having to elongtate his ‘s’ sounds was in fact a huge relief. “Force of habit. I’m a member of a unique group. We’ve all been blessed by the serpent of gorging, in one way or another. Sort of like a fan club.” He stepped forward and pointed to the symbol on Verdori’s chest. “We’ve never had anyone directly blessed by him before.” The Hyena scratched the back of his neck casually. “And we’d love to have someone so fortunate as a guest of honor.”
“You want a dragon as your guest of honor?”
“To be honest, if that brand is real, we’d even accept a baked potato as the guest of honor.” The hyena tried to stifle a cackling laugh. “Sorry, not everyone appreciates a yelping laugh this early in the morning. But yes, we’d love to hear about your encounter with the great serpent.”
“Sorry. I’m trying to get some potions to take on Red Vel-” A rumbling thunderpeal suggested rain, interrupting the dragon’s thought process. “Well, it’s not appearing today. I might come.”
“Oh, we insist! We’ll have a feast, in yours and his honor!”
“A feast, you say?” Verdori licked his lips. “Are you sure it’ll be enough for a dragon of my appetite?”
“Please, friend.” The hyena proudly placed a hand on Verdori’s forearm and began to walk him off down the streets. “We’ll raid every restaurant in the city if we have to; we’ve done it before for our feasts and we’ll do it again.”
“Sounds good.”
“My friend, you have no idea.”

Grandiose did not really even begin to describe the manor to which Verdori was brought, but it was the closest that came to mind. The extra wide, massive doors could have fit a crowd all at once pouring in at once to host a feast, and had a dining room massive enough to fit all of them. He began to suspect that either his newfound friend was very rich, or very well connected.
Not long after they arrived, they were joined in the colossal dining room by several other self proclaimed members. Verdori could spot them by the way they elongated their S sounds despite only one of them actually being a serpent. But he didn’t really have time to do much socializing with the group before servants came in from every door he thought a room could even have, wheeling carts covered in chafing dishes, but he had little time to try and count them before lids were removed and his senses were assaulted with a spread fit for kings. Kings, plural. He looked around excitedly, understanding immediately why many of these members bore such large paunches, many of them needing reinforced chairs and several of them having servants place the dishes directly on their large, splayed bellies to spare them the embarrassment of having to reach over such cumbersome obstacles to get at the food; as if they would have reached all the way over their own stomachs without quite a lot of help. And from the encouragement and jovialness of both the hyena and several other new members, they were eager for Verdori to join them in stuffing themselves down the path of obesity.
He relented and began to gorge, devouring whole hams greedily and chasing them with entire sirloins of roast beef. It was a wonderful sort of hedonism, stuffing himself silly while servants massaged his ballooning stomach; while it was beginning to hang down in a spherical orb it was nowhere near full and with food this delicious, he wasn’t going to stop until it was. He slurped down an entire roast naga, chomping down at the tenderly smoked head and slurping the body down like a massive sausage, feeling his stomach distend and take on a lumpy squish to it as the delicious serpent meat curled up in his belly. He stopped only to bury his muzzle in troughs of ale and cider, draining them in head-fuzzying gulps, or to cry ‘hail the serpent’ along with the rest of the gluttons as servants coerced massively stuffed belches from any stomach that still had air in them.
The steam dragon’s frame quickly acquired a massive orb of belly, enough to raise his hind legs in the air as he leaned forward to continue his gorging, but the massaging and coaxing was beginning to take its toll as well. Flab began to emerge all over the dragon’s body; of no surprise to anyone, of course.
And then with the sound of a loud gong, Verdori wrinkled his nose as the strong smell of mint as a powerfully infused chocolate was placed upon his tongue, signalling the end of the meal. Odd. He could have kept going… but this had been quite an opulent meal.
Except… come to think of it, aside from delicious, he couldn’t remember any particular flavors. Just ‘good’. That could be all the booze talking, though… He staggered a bit before realizing he was unlikely to go anywhere seeing as he was currently beached on his own belly, at least for a little while.
“Brotherssss!” One of the members wobbled to their feet unsteadily. He looked a bit like a dingo, but then again he could have been one of many types of dog; with soft pudgy features it was difficult to tell what his exact species was. Verdori winced and tried to block out the elongated letter. “Tonight we welcome some new souls into the Followers of the Coil!” Several belches rang out as if calling roll throughout the hallway. “We gather here to celebrate the abundance and generosity that are His gifts to us. And if our newcomers enjoyed what our group has to offer, they are welcome to join our ranks as permanent members! Just let one of the servants know and we’ll assist you in the process of becoming pledges.”
“How do you like it?” An elbow nudged into the side of Verdori’s stomach and he craned his neck over to see the Hyena at his side.
“Everything was delicious.” Said the dragon.
“Would you consider joining the ranks?” He asked. “We would be honored to have you.”
“Why not?” Said Verdori. “This isn’t going to put a damper on my treasure hunting, is it?”
“I’m sure we can make sure you get your paws on plenty of treasure.”
“Well I like finding it myself. Just being handed treasure is boring.”
“Hrm…” The hyena paused. “Why don’t you think on it? You know where the manor is, you’re welcome back anytime, and please, when you decide this is for you, don’t waist any time.”
“Will do.” Verdori wriggled in place. “I’m going to drag my ass out of here and go take a nap, will anyone object to that?”
“Oh we insist! It’s the proper thing after a big meal! Are you sure you wouldn’t want to sleep here?” Asked the Hyena. Verdori yawned and shook his head. “Well I won’t try to change your mind, but come back when you’re ready. And my name is Benjamin in case I’m not here when you decide to make the right choice.”
It took him awhile to waddle out of the manor, and of course the whole time his every possible whim was attended to, including the continued massage of his stomach vigorously until he was entirely outside the doors. That part was just a little creepy. If it wasn’t obvious to them, Verdori not only was used to this sort of weight, but needed nobody’s help converting massive meals to soft blubber. While his stomach had begun to recede from a tightly rounded, ground dragging orb to a deeply swaying pendulum, his other features had taken on the relieved weight. His arms looked more like dark overfilled tubes of cookie dough, his hindquarters widened with his legs to account for the extra weight hanging off them. His usually lithe neck looked more like a plump sausage and connected to his head via a ring of double-chin. But of course, Verdori had done this before.
He hummed to himself as he waddled back up towards Tyrex’s office. Verdori’s taking a break for the evening. Verdoughy will be overfilling in for him in the meantime…
Verdoughy plopped himself outside the office. The sign stated that unless it was an emergency, all fat reduction services could wait until the morning. In more recent paint, someone had added on ‘someone better by dying, or someone will be dying’ underneath the emergency part. The tubby dragon chuckled. That sounded like Tyrex alright.
A slight commotion woke the dragon up from his curled position. It sounded like an argument and it was getting closer. He didn’t want to sit up or get involved and just remained still.
“Please, brother. The crystalarzder is an abomination to our ways.” Verdoughy rolled his eyes under close eyelids. “It stands for everything wrong with this town!” Religious nuts… did they want to add in a couple doomsday prophecies too? “Who are we to refuse His gifts to us?” Verdori’s ear twitched. His gifts? “Brother, take one more step and you will be shunned by the Followers of the Coil.” Aw, crap…
“You can take the Coil and shove it up your butt!” Said a much more annoyed voice. “You had such an awesome club idea and then you had to go and turn it into a cult with rules and ‘forbidden taboos’. Like losing ten pounds would do any permanent damage to ANY of you!” A sudden pressure hit his belly as someone leaned against it. Someone who was also quite squishy and flabby. “Maybe you lost touch cooped up in that manor with a bunch of fat-crazed rich lunatics, but some of us have bills to pay and this belly will keep my lights on for two months. Now get out of here before you wake someone up.”

As morning came, Verdoughy looked over at the frustrated fur who had slept against him. It was one of the others from the banquet the previous night, he was certain of it, but then again he hasn’t been paying too much attention to everyone else. Only the food, really.
A few others had waddled up during the night for morning flab removal, he recognized several of them as a door hinge creaked open.
“Crazy night?” He looked over to see Tyrex coming over to unlock the office. “Damn Verdori. I’m starting to think you’re fattening yourself up just to spend more time with me.”
“Well, you know. I like people who make me feel handsome by comparison.” Tyrex flinched.
“Ow, good one.” He unlocked the door. “You sure you haven’t just been able to fit in with anyone else around here?”
“Hardy har har.” Verdoughy laughed sarcastically. Tyrex came out with a clipboard and several of the devices.
“I’m gonna let the others go first so they can get on with their day. They don’t have as much fat to sell as you do.”
“Fantastic.” Verdoughy watched Tyrex go between banquet attendees and other bloated furs, recording a few details before plopping a device onto their bellies and collecting the crystals falling out. It seemed fairly standard until cries to stop came from down the hill. Both the dragons turned to the sight of several of the club members approaching up the hill.
“Stop in the name of the Coil!” Tyrex disregarded them as they approached one of the banquet stuffed furs. Benjamin approached the bloated panda and put his hands together in a plea. “Please, don’t do this. It’s an offense to the Coil.”
“I’m sorry, who are you?” Tyrex approached the hyena.
“Benjamin, Follower of the Coil. What you’re doing here is an abomination until the eyes of His Lordship.”
“Yeah, funny thing about that.” Tyrex shrugged in an exasperated manner. “Your ‘Lordship’ isn’t the one who makes the laws in this town. Take your cult members and get off the property.”
“What is he offering you for your fatness?” Said Benjamin to the bear.
“40 gold…” The panda shrugged.
“I’ll pay you 50 to not sell it and come with us back to the manor.” The bear hesitated and looked up at Tyrex, who maintained solid, cold eye contact with the hyena.
“Um… yeah I, uh, changed my mind about selling it.” He wobbled to his feet and several of the group broke off to help escort him back into down.
“Do you have a stupid bargain for anyone else here?” Asked Tyrex.
“You have no right to claim these gifts he bestows upon our members.” Said Benjamin.
“Again, and I cannot stress this enough. Your cult’s stupid rules only apply to your cult. Not the whole town. I do not care what you think.” Tyrex crossed his arms. “And my patience is running out.”
“Brother!” Verdoughy winced as he was recognized by Benjamin. “Brother, how could you?! When you’re chosen by the serpent himself!! Every single wobble and jiggle is a blessing! How could you give that up!”
Verdoughy groaned. “Look your club is cool-”
“Cult.” Interrupted Tyrex. There was a touch of ice on his tongue and daggers in his eyes.
“Whatever. Your club is cool but I’m an adventurer. It’s not easy adventuring while dragging along almost a whole extra Verdoughy’s worth of weight.”
“How much is he paying you?” Asked Benjamin.
“I dunno… probably about the normal amount? A hundred and forty?”
“I’ll pay you two hundred to not do it.” Said Ben.
“That’s not the point I can’t go on adventures like this. I can’t go treasure hunting and I can’t-”
“Five hundred.” Verdoughy coughed and his next words were forgotten.
“Five hundred?” He looked over at Tyrex, and back to Ben. “Just to go back to the manor?”
“Five hundred gold.” Said Ben. “I don’t think beanpole here can top that.”
“No, I can’t. Then again I’m not trying to.” Tyrex looked up at Verdoughy. “If you want to go with them, it seems like a horrible idea, but it’s your choice, Verdori.”
“Five hundred gold?” Verdoughy whined. “Oh…. okay…” Benjamin’s face brightened tremendously as the rest of the group rejoiced at having ‘the chosen one’ back.

After Verdoughy waddled back into the manor, he was led into an incredible jumbo bedroom. He turned around excitedly. “Where’s my five hundred gold?”
Benjamin nodded and servants entered, carrying sacks and sacks of gold in offerings for the dragon. “All for you, chosen one.”
“Okay what’s with the chosen one business? I just wanted treasure.”
“His Lordship has never marked anyone else before.” Ben put a fuzzy finger on the mark on Verdoughy’s chest. The serpent mark appeared to have gained about as much weight as Verdori himself, coils rippling over itself with layers and layers of fat. “You are His chosen one, and will serve as a beacon to those who have lost their way in His faith.”
“Oh… kay…” Said Verdoughy. He noticed that the servants had stopped bringing in gold and were now bringing in more food.
“Please, eat up, chosen one.” Said Ben. “You’ve been blessed and all we want to do is obey his blessing.” Verdoughy hesitated but eventually buried his snout in a tureen of stew and began to drink it down. A clinking sound caused him to pull his head up to see servants moving the bags of gold away from him.
“Hey, what is this?”
“We’re just moving them aside to make room for the feast.” Said Ben. Servants were wheeling in more and more food and Verdoughy went back to eating. It didn’t feel as natural when he was the only one gorging himself, under all these eyes. Another clinking sound caught his attention, along with a sudden tug on his tail. Verdoughy looked back to see chains attached to his legs.
“What the hell is this?!” He cried, tugging at them fiercely. But his viciousness had been dampened by pudge at this point, his tugging sluggish and weak from fatness.
“I’m sorry, but we believe the siren’s call of the Crystalardzer still tempts you. Until we are sure you no longer feel the urge to succumb to its temptations, it’s a necessary precaution.” Said Ben. Verdoughy wriggled and the cult watched as fatigue began to overcome the bloated dragon, before beginning to feed him. “There’s also the matter of your dues to His glory.” Some of the servants broke off, taking the gold from the room. “It will be about five hundred gold to His glory.” Said Benamin, an awful gleam in his eye as he watched his cult stuff food into the steam dragon’s mouth. His back began to rise off the ground, elevated up again by a belly no longer round from pure mass of food. Verdoughy felt a third chin plop into existence and wriggled weakly in his chains. He let out a muffled groan of protest as he saw a chute and a conveyor belt being wheeled in by cult members; despite his weak struggling, the chute was pushed into his mouth, and the conveyor belt lined up. The fancy silver chafing dishes disappeared, replaced by pure food. Roasts, pies, cakes began to lead down the belt and fall into the steam dragon’s mouth. He swallowed them purely to prevent suffocation, but they just kept coming… and coming… and coming…
A smell hit his snout; something that wasn’t food. Something bitter, potion-like It poured past his tongue, but as it did, the feeling of fullness seemed to fade away into something new. Something felt very tight around Verdoughy’s rear ankles as something else began to press into the sides of his stomach. The chains around his legs were now too small for his rear legs and lard flowed over and under them like dough failing to fit the mold. The pressure on his sides was the trolleys of food around him being knocked over by his stomach as it expanded outwards, fatter and fatter. And yet… Verdoughy felt weak, and hungry, as if he had been starved. Against the protests of his mind he leaned forward, eagerly gulping down the food instead of merely swallowing it as it packed in. Appetite enhancement, rapid digestion, hard-frozen metabolism… The sounds of trolleys being knocked over by expanding dragon blubber rang out, but Verdoughy’s ears were deaf to everything but the roaring of his stomach, demanding more.
He gorged, trying to devour the chute and conveyor impatiently while waiting for more food to reach his mouth, even though he felt his fourth chin squishing on the ground below it. Something pressed into the steam dragons back. It was the ceiling; he had bloated to fill the room ceiling to floor, and from the state of his sides they would soon be smushed against the walls. Nevermind; he felt his sides smushing curtains and the walls behind them as this massive room was quickly being filled with scales and blubber.
The chute was pulled free with a thick ‘PLOP’ and Verdoughy’s mouth snapped shut, too weighted down with lard to stay open without something propping it. He smacked his lips, feeling wobbles running through a veritable ocean of blubber from just that tiny motion, before letting out a belch that might have shattered windows, if this room had any.
Benjamin stepped forward, grinning with maniacal pleasure, and poked an arm into the squishy bloated insignia of the serpent on Verdoughy’s chest. “Such potential…” He laughed. “No wonder you are the chosen one.”
Verdoughy let out a much weaker belch in response. Part of him wanted to kill this Benjamin but the much stronger, potion-controlled part of him was in control at the moment. “More…”
“In time, chosen one. First we need to enlarge your room, but we need no longer fear you leaving, do we?” He laughed and squished into the dragon blubber, sinking up to his shoulders. “But don’t you fret. There will be lots more…”