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She paced relentlessly in the "hotel" room, as the teenage girl had called it. They had other activities they wanted to do at this event, which they had called "AnthroCon." While Adriana didn't have as much schooling as lords and ladies of the various manors of her time, she still had enough grasp to realize 'anthro' was part of some word, likely 'anthropology,' though she knew little of the actual subject.
But she knew it couldn't possibly involve dressing up in animal costumes.
Still, the oddity of it was nothing compared to the rising stress concerning her circumstance: these people (who called themselves "furries") thought she was one of the costumers, as she regularly got attention in the form of variations on "your dragon suit looks great!" Nobody, not even the band of humans that had scooped her up to go to the convention, knew she wasn't wearing a suit and was actually a dragon.
Adriana's stomach growled, reminding her of her continued lack of nourishment. She had been searching for new hunting grounds before... all this. In the hotel room, thankfully, there was a variety of food items that one of the girls of the group said she was free to partake of at her leisure. Her claw dug into the bowl of orange, cheese-flavored, puffed cornmeal and shoved them into her muzzle, seemingly of its own accord. Even as she chewed and reached for the plate of cream-filled balls, she didn't notice the flavors. Her stress only had served to exacerbate her hunger, pushing her to eat more!
Upon chugging down a gratuitous amount of lime-flavored, bubbly liquid, the reasonable part of her stopped the greedy feasting. 'What am I doing? Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins!' Adriana sighed, reigning in the control over herself and straightened up...
*pa-thump*
"Nnnggg! What the...? Oh sard..."
The very instant Adriana asked "what," she discovered the culprit for the sudden tug downwards from her chest. It wasn't a trap as she had feared, but rather her own body. More specifically, it had been her bosom.
At some point during her feeding frenzy, her bust had grown significantly. As she stood there gazing at the orbs of her chest, she tentatively reached a paw up to pull at the stretched-out collar of her tunic. Her fingers brushed over the expanded surface of her breasts, tickling the enlarged gourds. She fought her best to ignore the mind-numbingly-good sensation thronging from that small touch alone, and continued her admittedly-vain attempt to make her deepened cleavage a little more modest. But, alas, her tunic and undershirt were far too strained as it was to even think of pulling up and over her proportions any more.
Sighing in defeat, she turned to the beds and sat down, almost squeaking in fright when she felt her posterior had grown as well. But she suppressed the urge and laid back, her breasts flopping and bouncing with the force of the motion. With an idle paw, she found another bowl of pastries, miniature muffins, just within arm's reach. She nibbled at the food as she pondered this new development, a surprising calm beginning to wash away the fright of discovering her body's enlarged state.
Adriana lost track of how long she sat there, munching on the many foods available around her. But a distended pressure had been steadily building up to accompany the mental maelstrom. Questions of what she should do upon being discovered to actually be a dragoness instead of just a costume, among other things, plagued her repeatedly. As the discomfort of an overstuffed belly reached a noticeable apex, Adriana was already beginning to drift to sleep. Curling up on the mattress, she allowed the fatigue to take her away into a world of dreams...
Since Adriana's going to have a full-fledged story, soon, I thought I'd practice more-serious fetish writing. What'd you all think so far?
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She paced relentlessly in the "hotel" room, as the teenage girl had called it. They had other activities they wanted to do at this event, which they had called "AnthroCon." While Adriana didn't have as much schooling as lords and ladies of the various manors of her time, she still had enough grasp to realize 'anthro' was part of some word, likely 'anthropology,' though she knew little of the actual subject.
But she knew it couldn't possibly involve dressing up in animal costumes.
Still, the oddity of it was nothing compared to the rising stress concerning her circumstance: these people (who called themselves "furries") thought she was one of the costumers, as she regularly got attention in the form of variations on "your dragon suit looks great!" Nobody, not even the band of humans that had scooped her up to go to the convention, knew she wasn't wearing a suit and was actually a dragon.
Adriana's stomach growled, reminding her of her continued lack of nourishment. She had been searching for new hunting grounds before... all this. In the hotel room, thankfully, there was a variety of food items that one of the girls of the group said she was free to partake of at her leisure. Her claw dug into the bowl of orange, cheese-flavored, puffed cornmeal and shoved them into her muzzle, seemingly of its own accord. Even as she chewed and reached for the plate of cream-filled balls, she didn't notice the flavors. Her stress only had served to exacerbate her hunger, pushing her to eat more!
Upon chugging down a gratuitous amount of lime-flavored, bubbly liquid, the reasonable part of her stopped the greedy feasting. 'What am I doing? Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins!' Adriana sighed, reigning in the control over herself and straightened up...
*pa-thump*
"Nnnggg! What the...? Oh sard..."
The very instant Adriana asked "what," she discovered the culprit for the sudden tug downwards from her chest. It wasn't a trap as she had feared, but rather her own body. More specifically, it had been her bosom.
At some point during her feeding frenzy, her bust had grown significantly. As she stood there gazing at the orbs of her chest, she tentatively reached a paw up to pull at the stretched-out collar of her tunic. Her fingers brushed over the expanded surface of her breasts, tickling the enlarged gourds. She fought her best to ignore the mind-numbingly-good sensation thronging from that small touch alone, and continued her admittedly-vain attempt to make her deepened cleavage a little more modest. But, alas, her tunic and undershirt were far too strained as it was to even think of pulling up and over her proportions any more.
Sighing in defeat, she turned to the beds and sat down, almost squeaking in fright when she felt her posterior had grown as well. But she suppressed the urge and laid back, her breasts flopping and bouncing with the force of the motion. With an idle paw, she found another bowl of pastries, miniature muffins, just within arm's reach. She nibbled at the food as she pondered this new development, a surprising calm beginning to wash away the fright of discovering her body's enlarged state.
Adriana lost track of how long she sat there, munching on the many foods available around her. But a distended pressure had been steadily building up to accompany the mental maelstrom. Questions of what she should do upon being discovered to actually be a dragoness instead of just a costume, among other things, plagued her repeatedly. As the discomfort of an overstuffed belly reached a noticeable apex, Adriana was already beginning to drift to sleep. Curling up on the mattress, she allowed the fatigue to take her away into a world of dreams...
Since Adriana's going to have a full-fledged story, soon, I thought I'd practice more-serious fetish writing. What'd you all think so far?
Art ©
PI9O
Category All / Hyper
Species Eastern Dragon
Size 1000 x 1000px
File Size 334.8 kB
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