Amazing Story By:  hdalby33

Napther belongs to:  CROUTON

Lrekinan belong to me:  Lrekinan

======================================

The Festival Of Dragons

Lrekinan had been looking forward to the Festival of Dragons for months. The annual honoring of the scaly beasts drew in tremendous crowds, mostly consisting of furs who wanted to look upon the hundred or so dragons who came each year. This would be Lrekinan’s first time entering the fray. At forty-five feet from head to tail, he struck a fairly imposing figure. His back and legs were coated in scales dark as night, matching the frames of his wings. By stark contrast, his underbelly and the lower half of his neck and face were colored a fiery orange to match the webbings of his wings. The sharply divided colors made him stand out rather nicely from the other dragons as he flapped in to land on the enormous field outside festival grounds. A dozen other dergs were already landing in other spots and making their way in.

Maz, a chubby, green anthro dragon attendant dressed in a bright orange vest with glowing cones guided Lrekinan to a landing zone. The attendant’s curly hair whipped around as Lrekinan’s powerful wings beat twice and then folded against his body.

“Welcome to the Festival of Dragons,” Maz called up to him. “Is this your first time here?”

Lrekinan nodded. His long nose could detect the scent of roasted meat blowing in from the festival. His considerable stomach rumbled at the smells which Maz seemed to notice.

“I’ll put that down as a yes,” the anthro derg chuckled, marking it on his clipboard. He reached out and softly patted Lrekinan’s chubby, orange middle, making the enormous reptile rumble with pleasure. “Well if you’re looking for the eating section, just follow this main path up about a hundred yards and take a right. There’s a big tent with all sorts of smoked meat for you fellas to enjoy. We’ll also be hosting a little competition in an hour if you want to take part.”

“Competition?”

Maz nodded. “An eating competition. Everyone knows dragons have one of the most prodigious appetites on earth and they love to see you guys put it away. Want me to mark you down for that too?”

Lrekinan nodded happily. “That would be most kind. Would you also mind putting down my friend? His name is Napther. He’s twice my size, yellow belly, navy scales, enormous.”

“Is that him there?” Maz asked.

Lrekinan turned to see where the small derg was looking only to be completely flattened under the belly of a giant, scaly monster.

Napther laughed triumphantly as he pinned one massive paw in the middle of Lreki’s belly, making the smaller dragon yelp and wriggle.

“Lrekinan, you pudgy demon! How could you let me pounce on you like that?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” the black derg huffed as he wrapped his paws around the larger dragon’s leg. “Maybe I wasn’t expecting to be pounced on at a festival?”

“Ahh, you’re fine,” Napther said. He lifted his paw up and helped the chubby derg to their feet.

As Lrekinan righted himself, the colossal kaiju derg bumped him playfully, sending both their bellies wobbling.

“Seems like I’m rubbing off on yah a little there. Someone being preying a little harder on the damsels this year?”

Lrekinan’s coal-black cheeks glowed. “Maybe! At least my belly doesn’t drag along the ground when I walk!”

“No, but it should,” Napther growled. He nodded in the same direction Maz had pointed. “I’ll bet you can’t eat more than me in the competition.”

“Oh, you’re on!”

Together, the pair lumbered down the wide, grassy lane alongside numerous other dragons. Maz was left stunned for a moment before sighing and guiding the next dragon in. What ridiculous creatures.

When they arrived at the tent, Lreki found a veritable feast had been laid out for them. He could barely contain himself as more and more dragons arrived. The only thing that kept him from gorging himself then and there was Napther. The colossal dragon pointed out how all the other dragons were waiting patiently as a crowd of anthros steadily grew around them.

“The two leggeds provided this for us on the terms that we give them a show,” he explained. “And in about… five minutes, we will.”

Lrekinan understood, but those five minutes crawled by unbearably slow. When at long last the countdown ended, a tall wolf stepped up before the rest of the crowd and shouted, “Begin!”

With that, all hell broke loose.

Seized by hunger pangs, Lrekinan dove forward and began shoveling whole sides of beef into his mouth. His incisors made short work of the delicious meat, which seemed to have been seasoned as well as roasted. He began to lose himself in the greed and gluttony spreading throughout the crowd. Delicious slabs of meat filled his maw and poured down his throat, spilling into his wobbling middle at a ravenous rate. Before long, the derg had consumed what would have ordinarily resulted in him being comfortably full, but the taste of the meat coupled with Napther’s giant gut bouncing off his and the cheering from the onlooking furs made it so he only wanted more.

And so Lrekinan continued to eat.

And eat.

And eat.

And eat.

The changes to his figure came gradually and wonderfully. Lrekinan’s orange belly slowly bowed out under his legs like a prize pumpkin ripening for Halloween. It sagged from his spine and sloshed against his legs, pouring rolls of fiery scales and glowing lard up against his powerful legs. With every minute that passed, the dragon’s stance had to widen ever so slightly to accommodate the growing bulge of his stomach. His back legs plowed into the dirt, scooping up giant pawfuls of grass as they struggled to remain earthbound. His knees squished deeply into the mounting curve of his underbelly as it spilled over them and flattened the thick meadow grass beneath. Lrekinan’s chest also blimped up with lard, with two ovoid moobs pouring out between his front legs and more fat rising along his back. His spine became swaddled in midnight rolls, which jiggled about against his wings as they grew ever more useless. The dragon’s tail sagged lower and lower against his colossal haunches as additional flab poured onto it and his hind legs grew rather curvy as they blimped with fat. Even his neck was beginning to feel difficult to slog around as blubbery coils of lard snaked their way around it, adorning Lrekinan’s once proud profile in a series of bloated collars. Every time he lunged forward to snag another bite of meat, his chins would jiggle up through his neck rolls which in turn wobbled down through his voluminous belly.

It wasn’t until the black dragon had become well and truly beached that he paused to take a breath. Swallowing a roast boar large enough to feed a family for months in one titanic gulp, the sloshing saurian lifted his head drearily to assess the competition. He noted that more than half the original number of dragons had dropped out. Either waddling away to other parts of the fair with proud midriffs or rolled over on their backs where they nursed blimped bellies. Some of the onlooking furs had bravely approached these stranded dragons and taken to climbing onto their scaly guts, where they rubbed and played with them.

Digging his paws into his plush stomach, Lrekinan gently massaged his aching gut around for a moment while looking over to check how Napther had fared.

The kaiju seemed to be doing pretty well. Being one of the largest dragons present, he had far more room to tuck all that meat away. But it was definitely beginning to show. That proud, yellow-plated belly was hanging dangerously close to the ground now and, though it hadn’t bulged out to the sides as much as Lrekinan’s, it did make some serious creaking noises that were all too familiar to the black blimp’s ears. Napther’s neck, legs and tail were also swelling up with extra calories. His sides resembled an overfilled hay bale wrapped in armor. When Lrekinan leaned over to poke the kaiju’s colossal gut, he could feel the immense internal pressure of several tons of meat bulging back against his paw pad.

Lrekinan wondered if he felt like that. Glancing back at his enormous middle, he figured it probably did.

He rather liked the sensation.

Giving a soft pant, the heavily stuffed derg decided to push ahead and really test his limits. Either he’d beat Napther or burst trying.

Forging onward, Lrekinan continued to nom piles and slabs and steaks of delicious meat as though he’d been starved for decades. His belly made all sorts of grumbles and groans as it was forced to contend with the dangerous amount of blubber and food stretching it outward. But Lrekinan paid it no heed. Instead he ate and ate until he blimped up to a size where he couldn’t reach the meat anymore. By that point, his stomach was rubbing up against Napther’s and the kaiju had slowed down considerably as his own middle sloshed around with all that meat.

When the larger derg felt his companion bump up against him, the towering reptile paused long enough to lay a massive paw on Lrekinan’s lard-laden side and give it a squeeze.

“I’ll hand it to yah, bud,” the kaiju panted softly. “You’re putting away some serious poundage for a first timer. You keep going like this and you just might outclass me. Lord knows you’ve bested plenty of the competition.”

He nodded to the field where the number of dragons beached in the field had doubled since Lrekinan last looked. The dark doughball blushed as he wiggled his legs against his pillowy underbelly, which now dominated the rest of his figure to such an extent that his limbs were barely even visible within the massive rolls of flab.

“Well I’d love to keep going,” he giggled, “but I think I might’ve beached myself. Everything’s out of reach.”

Napther considered his friend’s dilemma for a moment before resting his enormous, blue claws on the smaller dragon’s side. “I’ll only do this once, fatty. Since your greed is so impressive. After this, you’re on your own, got it?”

Lrekinan nodded slowly, his multiple chins wobbling and dancing against his chest rolls.

Grunting, Napther tightened his grip on the doughball’s gut, he heaved himself forward and sent Lrekinan rolling head first into the nearest pile of meat. Rumbling happily, the black-and-orange blubber ball resumed stuffing himself.

*****
Two Hours Later
*****

As Maz made his way through the festival, cleaning up after the patrons, he stumbled across a rather peculiar sight. At first, he thought he was looking at a lovely sunset along the surrounding fields. But then it moved ever so slightly and jiggled in the afternoon light. He realized it was a positively enormous, orange belly that had to rise at least fifty feet in the air.

Curled up beside it was a very soft-looking mound of blue and yellow scales who appeared to be dipping his front paws into the orange mass’s stomach, resulting in quite a bit of quivering.

The attendant smiled and continued to work.

It was quite evident who’d won the contest.