Warning: this story contains a fart.

Waking up in a daze, the Charizard finds himself sitting in (what appears to be) a gingerbread house. With the furniture and general decor composed of many colorful sweets - at first, Chowdama is delighted... Only to find his wrists strapped to the armrests of the candy cane chair he's seated in. Struggling to bust out, the dragon doesn't realize he's being observed by various hidden cameras. Since the place seems fairly meltable, Charizard decides to do what he knows best - burn it down.

Inhaling a big huff of air for a flamethrower, white gloved hands extend down from the ceiling. Their arms are designed with peppermint swirled patterns, but they sound entirely mechanical. Just as Chowdama's about to spew fire, a set of hands grab his upper and lower maw and hold it wide open. Wriggling his tongue around wildly, another hand appears with a canister of whipped cream. PSSSH! Unloading a vast amount of sweet-cloud into his mouth, the hands clamp his muzzle shut, raise his snout straight up and let the stuff sink down his esophagus.

Despite the lovely taste, Charizard gags on it while steam blows from his nostrils. The whipped cream affectively extinguished his flamethrower. Gently, a hand rubs Chowdama's throat - forcing him to swallow. Grrr... Growls his stomach. Hunger sensors in the room detect and home-in on the dragon. The table in front of Chowdama opens at the center, raising a platform with a fudge-filled ice cream cake. With only a moment to see it, once again, his mouth is spread open.

SHPLURT! The whole dessert is rammed into his mouth. With great intensity, the hands make Charizard's jaw work overtime and have him chomp the treat into mush. Clamping his muzzle shut, the dragons cheeks are swollen like two dairy balloons as his head's tilted back towards the ceiling. Another hand gently whirs over, once again pressing into his throat to make sure the captive ingests the entirety of the food. As time went on, Chowdama only grew more nervous while his belly gets its fill...

With Charizard well passed satisfied, it seems the feeder can't destinguish the difference between the need for sustainence and a belly ache - so it keeps going. Force-feasting infinitely, the poor creature could no longer see his own feet. Looking down with his head constantly shifting between forward and upward, Chowdama whimpers at the sight of his inflating food-stuffed balloon belly. The system perpetually scans the ever-changing size of Charizard, so the table keeps shifting further away to allow him space for growth.

URP, URP, URP! Belches the dragon between each bite, needing to relieve himself somehow. Suddenly, a plastic tube is placed in Chowdama's mouth and is clamped shut. It's a nice break for his jaw, but what Charizard sees worries him... Chocolate-banana tofu pudding, cold and thick, sloshing its way through the tube. The dragon is already so fat, he couldn't bare to eat anymore. Looking pregnant with two of himself, his navel bulges out from the sheer lack of room.

Finally, the liquid meets his throat. With a tired, pained expression on his face, he gulps uncontrollably. That near-bursting feeling looms within, just around the corner. Swaying his tail slowly, a miracle happens. PFFFT! Chowdama rips a harsh fart, igniting his flame. The high fiber in the pudding gave him the boost necessary to not only escape this chair, but destroy the whole building in the process... Laying on his wings, the wreckage consists only of sweets and machinery among a forest. The morbidly bloated dragon falls asleep, quite similar to a Snorlax. THE END