Ch 2
Wolfen woke with a start, covered with sweat. He had had and awful nightmare, first of all he was thin. Second, he was being tormented by that Rex guy he had unfortunately met. At its end he could see, off in the far distance, that chubby red dragon he had also met. He was waving one of those white packets he had sold him with his meal. That’s when he woke up.
He jumped out of bed and opened his blinds. The sun was just barely rising. Wolfen pushed open the window and took a breath of the fresh morning sea air. “It was just a stupid dream.” He kept telling himself as he walked outside to collect his mail again. Just before he closed the door when he was back inside, he saw a sleek, jet black car pull up to his new neighbors house. He heard someone say, “I told you I could drive us here without any trouble, start trusting me more!”
Another voice came. “Well I would if you hadn’t broken my favorite chair Furore.”
“Oh Serin, can’t you just let it go already? You’re always playing off that! Don’t you remember how much Greed stuffed down us that day?!” shouted the first voice, apparently owned by Furore.
“Well I would if I could get another one, but is was ONE OF A KIND!” the guy named Serin said.
A different, deeper voice sounded this time. “You guys are acting like a bunch of humans,” Wolfen heard the distinct sounds of two smacks to the head and a duo of ‘ow’s. “Now help me unload.” The sound of an opening trunk was heard.
“Since when did we have luggage?” Serin asked.
“Since Greed brought his new tennis shoes.” Furore sneered.
“Shut up! These are my favorite pair!” yelled the voice of Greed.
“But you don’t even play tennis!” went Serin.
“But I watch it on TV!” retaliated Greed.
“We don’t even wear shoes at all!” said Furore.
“Yeah, were also dragons, yet we drive a car!” bellowed Greed.
“Can’t you just unload it yourself Mr. All powerful?” Serin went.
“You’re the one who told me not to use my powers around humans because they’d freak out or something.” Greed replied.
“Oh yeah, I forgot.”
Wolfen had heard enough and went inside, shuffling through his mail. Approaching the kitchen, he threw the mail in the air which landed in a neat pile on the table thanks to his power. A gallon jug of chocolate milk then floated to him from the fridge as he caught it and walked out onto his back porch. There he sat down in a small padded chair, barely enough room for his rear, and watched the sunrise as he chugged down the jug’s contents.
It didn’t take long before the sun had left the horizon line. It was also the same moment that Wolfen realized he had downed the entire gallon in one sitting. He patted his bloated belly, which let out a low gurgle. Suddenly he remembered he hadn’t picked up the newspaper yet. Tossing the bottle away, which floated neatly into his recycle bin, he walked off his deck, around the house and found his newspaper in the driveway. He had retrieved the paper when he heard a familiar voice shouting to him. He turned to his neighbor’s yard. There he saw, behind a new white fence that he did not see earlier, was the chubby red dragon he had seen at the fat shack the day before.
Wolfen rushed up to him. “Hey! So you’re my new neighbor then?”
“Yeah.” He replied. “I didn’t know you lived here before know. My name’s Estra, sometimes my friends call me Bloodread or Dread though.” He suddenly came closer to Wolfen’s face, “Try not to call me Estra though, you got it!?
“Uhh, sure. I’m Big-Wolfen, call me Wolfen please.”
“Wait, your name’s Wolfen, and you’re a dragon?” Estra asked slightly confused.
“Don’t blame me, it’s my parents fault.” Wolfen answered.
“Well, can’t do much about that then. Sorry I couldn’t see you yesterday, I was getting the place ready for some friends.”
“You mean those guys who pulled up in the black car arguing about their luggage?”
Estra turned off to the side for a moment clenching his fist. “I told Greed not to bring his shoes, it only brings trouble with it!” he said through his clenched teeth.
“Uh, what?” Wolfen asked confused.
“Oh, nothing!” Estra said. A crash was heard from his house. “Uhh, I gotta go. You can come over for dinner if you want, I’ll just need to find a chair big enough for your butt.”
“Sure, but be warned, I can really eat, even when I’m not in the mood.”
“Yeah so can the rest of us. See ya later Wolfen!” With that, Estra dashed back inside. With a smile, Wolfen floated back inside his own home.
Back inside, he made a conga line of milk jugs and boxes of cookies follow him as he made his way down to his basement. The basement floor was just one large, carpeted room with a giant TV, couch, Wii system, bookshelf and a door that lead under the deck. From the bookshelf Wolfen pulled he had lined with notes on his abilities. Along with that, he had created other avenues to use his powers. He called these his Dragon arts, since humans could not do this or dragons without four horns. The main thing he noted was that his power was fueled by his emotions and had to keep them in check and the fact that it takes up almost all his energy to do any Art unless he was in a good or bad enough mood. In other words, don’t upset him.
Through the rest of the day, he spent eating and drinking while reviewing his several ‘Arts’ he had come up that he had written down in his journal, branching from arts such as “The art of Light” of which he could create a simple ball of light, to ridiculous arts like “The art of Dancing potato peelings” which is pretty self-explanatory. The only thing was, none of his art’s involved snapping because he couldn’t snap!
His 6 o’clock bell rang just as he finished the last art form. All the cookies and milk were nowhere to be seen, all you saw was Wolfen’s distended gut. He got worried for a second, “Great, I ate all that and now I’m supposed to go to dinner too? I don’t want to be a letdown for Silic though; I’ll just have to stuff myself more than usual tonight.” Washing his face and wiping the cookie crumbs from his gut, he set out for Silic’s.
He knocked on the door twice and waited. A few moments later Estra answered.
“Hey, you came, great! Come in.” He said gesturing for him to enter. “The guys are upstairs playing Wii.” He turned to him suddenly with a grim look. “Whatever you do, do not go up there. There is a strong possibility that you will not come back.” He warned.
“Ok then…” Wolfen said, slightly freaked out. Even as he said it he heard from upstairs, he couldn’t place the voices though.
“Gaaah! Stop doing that, you know that move is cheap!”
“I know really!” stomping was heard before someone shouted out.
“Come on now, you know that’s my favorite move!” someone else bellowed.
“I SAID STOP IT!!!” there was then a loud crash and lots of thumping as they seemed to be fighting about it.
“Don’t worry, they’re not like that all the time.” Estra assured. He led him into the kitchen. A large, round table was set in the middle of the hardwood flooring. On it, piles of doughnuts and French fries, a pyramid of hamburgers which Wolfen saw as Silic’s colossal burgers, a neat pile of his giant hot dogs and stacks of pizza boxes. Surrounding all of that were several two liter bottles of random sodas.
“Quite an assortment ya got here” Wolfen complimented.
“Thanks, I just go the basics since I didn’t know what you liked.” Just then a bell rang from somewhere in the kitchen whereupon Estra almost flipped out. “Oh no my cake!” and rushed to his oven, almost tore of the door, and without ovenmits retrieved a large 5-layer cake, already decorated with icing, from the oven and plopped it right on a plate in the middle of the table. “Phew, that was close. Any longer and it would have been all crispy.”
“Since when does a cake get crispy?”
“Since I had to start cooking for the posse upstairs! Hot hot hot!” Estra said as his hands started to simmer. He stuck both hands in his mouth and calmed down. After that, he washed his hands and called the others down for dinner. Wolfen heard thumping again as whoever was upstairs came down the stairs.
“Well that was an interesting game.” said an ocean blue dragon as he entered the room. He was pretty tall when compared to humans, about 7’ tall. He was a slightly paler green on his chest, belly and underside of his tail. His horns were fairly short and curved to compliment his green head.
“Yeah, if you like being halfway killed by Greed.” replied a grassy green dragon, rubbing his bruised rump. He was almost a foot taller than the green guy, Wolfen figured. He was a deep navy blue on his chest, belly and underside of his, tail unlike the first guy.
“I told you none of you could beat me at Brawl. I’m the best at all these human games.” said a very tall, deeper-than-blood red dragon. He was the tallest one, almost a half-foot taller than the blue one. He was also bright red on his chest, belly and underside of his tail. His black claws on his hands and feet, along with his strangely manipulative eyes seemed to distract Wolfen for a moment.
Furore turned enough to see Wolfen from the corner of his eye. Then he jumped, “Hey, who are you yellow?” Greed and Serin also turned to see him. “Who’s this Dread?”
“This is my new friend, and my neighbor, Wolfen.” Estra said putting an arm around his shoulder. “He’s a fatty too, and a short one, as you can see.” he said patting Wolfen’s belly. “I’m sure he’s good enough to be with us.” He said directing his voice to Greed.
“Well let’s just see then.” Greed said walking up to face Wolfen. He stared right into his eyes. Wolfen felt some power boring onto his mind. He was trying to control him, he figured, his eyes gleaming with his power. Wolfen, franticly summoning his power, mentally fought off his assault, which created a slight yellow glow about his horns. He broke Greed’s concentration broke and he staggered back, his hand to his head. “Impossible.” He said.
“What? What happened?” Serin asked.
“He,” Greed pointed to Wolfen, “Wolfen fought off my influence.” Serin and Furore adopted horrified expressions before they started mumbling amongst themselves.
Furore took a few steps around him and exclaimed, “Look, he has four horns!”
“Really?” Serin followed Furore’s path to look for himself. “Wow, that’s so cool! He may even be stronger than Greed.” He teased.
“Ha, not as long as I’m still alive!” Greed shouted. He got up and stared into Wolfen’s eyes again, resuming his attack. The pressure came back, this time with a ton of more force and just like before, Wolfen broke off the attack. “How do you keep doing that!” Greed demanded. It was not a question.
“You don’t think I have these four horns for nothing do you. That was a demonstration of my powers. You can break it as easily as I can give up doughnuts.” A single doughnut flew from the stack and landed in Wolfen’s hand, where he took a bite. “And believe me, I don’t plan to.”
“Can you teach us how to do stuff like that?” asked Furore.
“Yeah, can ya?” copied Serin. “All Greed’s stuff is getting kinda old.”
“Maybe later,” Greed snapped. “Right now,” he snapped his black claws, “It’s time to eat and I made my special sauce.” Greed said while a red haze brought in a large cauldron of red sauce and poured it all over the food. Instead of making a big mess, it just saturated the food instead.
“Alright!” Furore and Serin both said before turning to face Wolfen again.
“Hi, I’m Serin.” Said the green dragon.
“I’m Furore.” Went the blue one. “The tall guy is Greed, unofficial god of something only a few dragons care about.”
Greed hit Furore on the back of the head. “Thanks but I can introduce myself. I am Greed, dragon deity of gluttony. Now if you’d be so kind as to open your mind up so I can input my virus into you that would be so nice.” He said with a scowl.
Wolfen had a confused look at Estra when he said, “Oh yeah, the virus thing. Well with us being gluttonous dragons and all, greed was attracted to us and inputted this virus into us that allows us to eat many times our own weight any time of the day, it’s kinda confusing when you think about it for too long. Just let him give it to you.”
Wolfen reluctantly lowered his mind’s walls and allowed Greed’s spell to take its course and infect him. His body went through a cycle of hot, cold, light, heavy, soft and hard before it abruptly ended. Wolfen then put his hands to his head and concentrated. He found the components of the virus in his head and modified them slightly, whispering “Dragon’s art: the art of change”.
“What are you doing messing with my powers!?” asked Greed.
“Just a little change here and there to better fit me.” Wolfen said confidently. “Now can we eat?” He said, suddenly drained of almost all his energy. “Doing all that takes a lot out of me.”
“Yeah, let’s eat before some other thing happens.” Said Furore as he and Serin strolled to the table.
“Yeah calm down Greed, you’re still the gluttony god here, not us.” Went Serin siting down. Greed growled before sitting down with the rest of them. Wolfen was the last to sit down; Furore and Serin had saved a seat between them for him. They must have taken a liking to him. He sat down in the chair (the same chair as everyone else’s if you were wondering) and heard a loud creak as his weight pushed on the chair and his butt squished up against the wood frame. Everything went silent after that as Wolfen blushed.
“Wow, I’ve never gotten to the point where I could do that.” Serin said with a sparkle in his eye.
“Yeah, usually were on the ground ‘cause we wouldn’t fit in the chair.” added Furore with a similar expression.
Greed cleared his throat, quieting the pair. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to bless our food. Or does the new magical fatty want to do it?” Greed mocked.
Wolfen wore a confused look. “Bless the food?” he asked.
“Yes, in my own way.” He stood up and branched his arms outwards. The table was covered in a red haze that soaked into the food and drinks. “There all done.” Wolfen had the same face as before. Greed groaned, “My blessing makes the food have ten times more calories and in fat than its normal form and when it enters your body, it turns immediately to fat if it works with whatever you did.”
“So what are we still talking for, lets dig in!” Shouted Estra. A chorus of ‘yeah!’s erupted from the table as they started stuffing themselves. Wolfen felt uncomfortable as he neatly picked out his food against the other dragons randomly grabbing out and shoving food in their maws. Estra noticed his discomfort and called to him. Greed also noticed.
“Hey, you ok?” Estra asked.
“I’m just not used to all this.” Wolfen gestured to the gorging dragons around him.
“What’s wrong?” Greed half asked half bellowed. “Food not good enough for you!” he got up and hit Wolfen on the head. “Just let yourself go, it’s the only way to keep up.” Wolfen only smiled slightly as he went back to his seat. He looked at Furore and Serin then, with a smile, started eating like them. With rapid movements he stuffed his face with doughnuts and pizza, swallowed them and continued the cycle with whatever his hands found. The one thing he noticed was that no one touched the large cake that sat in the middle of the table. He pushed the thought from his mind as he continued to stuff himself.
Time ran on as the piles of food slowly disappeared. Belching and gurgling became the primary sounds as things started dying down. Still, the cake in the center had been left untouched. Then came the time where there was only one of Estra’s colossal burgers left. Serin, Furore and Estra didn’t seem to want it. Greed however was slowly reaching for it as he stretched across the table. Instead of Greed getting the last bite, the burger adopted a yellow aura and flew from the plate towards Wolfen’s hand. Greed, angered, snapped his claws and the burger was halfway surrounded by his red haze. Wolfen and Greed sat there having a tug of war with the burger as the others watched.
Eventually, Greed belched and accidentally broke his contact and the hamburger and, released from the tension, threw itself at Wolfen. Instead of landing in his hand, it propelled into his face. Only half of it was actually eaten, the rest spattered all over his and Furore’s faces. Laughter came fourth at Wolfen swallowed what was left of it. After that, they all sat there belching, gurgling and moaning in happiness while rubbing their round bellies. Wolfen could see that Furore and Serin both looked like they had swallowed extra-large beach balls, for their guts were big and round. Silic’s stomach was also similarly shaped as he patted it. Then he saw Greed’s belly; it was the most bloated of the four and, when he compared it to himself, he was rivaling Greed for the most stuffed there.
The next few minutes were spent in silence, except for the sound of their food digesting, until Greed stood up holding the sides of his distended front. “I think it’s time for your initiation Wolfen.”
“Initiation?” Wolfen asked after a belch.
“Yes. I am going to present a challenge to you and you must follow through with it. If you do, you’ll officially get to be part of us, but if you don’t…”
Greed was interrupted by Serin, “You’ll get eaten probably.” He turned to face Greed. “I mean he ate me and Furore once before already!” he said, apparently getting angry.
Furore also joined in. Standing and hitting his hands on the table he shouted, “That right, I still can’t believe you ate us! It was lucky you got sick and barfed us up!”
Greed glared at them both, “Well maybe if you hadn’t looked so delicious, i may not have!”
“Then how come you didn’t eat Dread too!” Furore protested.
“Because he’s the one who wrote it all down! Burrrp, Didn’t you read the 6-part story he did on us?!”
“Oh yeah, that was a good one, but still!” retaliated Furore. Greed then held up his hand, threatening a blow. “Ok! Ok, sorry…”
“As I was saying, I have decided you’ll have to eat this entire cake,” he paused dramatically, “by yourself! With no help from others or your powers. And don’t try anything sneaky.” Greed said eyeing him.
“But I just ate like, urrrp, so much. You don’t want me to explode do you, cause that would be disgusting.” Wolfen complained rubbing his belly.
“You want to be one of us?” Greed said, and then pointed at the cake, “Then take a bite then eat the rest.” Wolfen was hesitant at first, then grabbed a scoop of cake in his hands (it was quadruple chocolate cake). He ate it and burped a sigh of relief.
“That wasn’t too bad.” Wolfen half groaned.
“Oh, it gets better.” Greed said as he dawned the cake in his red fog. The vapor soaked into the cake as Wolfen scooped up another chunk and ate it too. This time however, the piece was just as filling as the feast they just had. Wolfen groaned as he gripped his bloated gut.
“Ohhh… how do, urrp, you expect me to eat all this when it’s so filling?” Wolfen complained again.
“It’s either a bad belly ache or you get to join the food I ate.” Greed replied patting his gut.
With a solid groan, Wolfen set out to stuffing himself beyond anything he had done ever. The first layer disappeared and Wolfen had almost given up. He still had four layers to go and each was a half size bigger than the one before. He looked over to Serin and Furore, both wordlessly urging him on, then to Estra who silently replied with a smile, then to Greed who gestured to the cake then to his belly before burping. With a new determination that even shocked Greed, Wolfen started to gorge the cake faster and faster. Everyone was on the edge of their seats as he stuffed himself more and more. It didn’t take long before there was one scoop to go. Wolfen groggily reached for it, picked it up, plopped it in his mouth and swallowed, feeling the constant feeling that the scoop had multiplied in weight. Cheers went off as he licked the chocolate from his face.
Greed also clapped, “Nice job, for a newbie. But you also have to finish your drink.” He said pointing to the two liter bottle of sprite. Wolfen ‘humphed’ and grabbed the jug and started chugging its contents. A similar red glow had enveloped the bottle and fused with the soda. Wolfen instantly felt the change in the drink, it landed heavily in his belly as he continued chugging. Time passed again and it was a long time before Wolfen realized the bottle was not getting any lighter. He stopped his attempt to look at the bottle to see that it had the exact same amount of soda as when he had started drinking. Seeing that Greed was constantly refilling it, he started to suck it down faster and faster, trying to undermine Greed’s attempts to make him lose. Eventually he found the bottle empty before Greed refilled it again. He drank it down and, before Greed had a chance, put it down on the table. Cheers came again as Greed folded his arms and smiled.
“Good job Wolfen, and on your first try too! That was,” Serin paused, “A piece of cake!” a series of groans came from the rest of them. “What, did you all bite of more than you could chew?”
“Greed, make him stop before I lose my lunch. Instead of a floor, you’ll have to skate through butter which I’ll probably have to clean up. ” Furore wined.
“Well, when cleaning up butter, there is little margarine for error!” Serin joked.
“Shut up!” said Greed before slapping Serin’s head. “That was terrible!” Greed then came over beside Wolfen. “Nice job kid, and even when I did everything I could to make you lose. Now I’ve got another reason to like you.” Greed said.
“Another reason, urrrp?” belched Wolfen.
“Besides this.” Greed replied rubbing Wolfen’s inflated gut. “So with that, you passed, were done… for today.”
“Now whose gonna clean this up?” complained Estra.
“I got it.” said Greed snapping. A red haze surrounded a plate and lifted it onto the counter. He was about to get another plate when Wolfen’s yellow aura enveloped everything on the table and neatly stacked it on the counter. Greed looked at Wolfen, hands on his belly and smiling, before saying, “Don’t push your luck kid.”
With that, they all got up, as did Wolfen. To his astonishment, his belly had bloated out enough that is sagged over his legs, he had to widen his stance in order for him to move comfortably now. Every time he took a step, a soft slosh could be heard (and felt) if he listened enough. He finished adjusting himself when Estra approached him.
“Hey, can Serin and Furore stay at your place? They have a problem with sleeping in the same place as Greed.”
“Sure, oh urrrrrp, but…” Wolfen’s sentence was short lived before Estra told the two and they rushed him out the door.
“See ya tomorrow Wolfen!” Estra shouted after him.
Greed appeared by the door and nodded to them leaving. “And have fun with your tennis shoes Greed.” Wolfen teased. He then felt a strong slap to his butt when he finished.
“Yeah and make sure to keep that large rump roast warm for me.” Greed said grabbing his flabby rear. Wolfen smiled slightly as he exited with the bloated green and blue dragons. Back at his house, he asked Serin and Furore why they didn’t want to sleep near Greed.
“Because you don’t know what he’ll do to you during the night, but not anything gross or stupid like a human might do though.” Serin answered seeming to quake with fear.
“Like once we slept over in his cave, lair, castle, place and in the morning we found ourselves lying on a bed of our ourselves on a large paper plate decorated with spices and instead of an apple, an oversized potato was stuck in our mouths. He was about to eat us again!” added Furore. “We were lucky we were barfed up again later. I still feel his teeth in my tail!” he said rubbing his tail.
Wolfen then showed them to the guest room. The room had two beds just big enough for them and a large TV positioned for each of them to watch at the same time. Wolfen said goodnight and returned to his own bed, falling asleep to the sound of his belly gurgling and his own belches (and even to Serin and furors gurgles and belches that he could hear through the walls).










My second chapter (i'm thinking i'm just gonna call it chapters from now on instead of days) and if you don't know who the red dragon was, he's here!
 bloodread  bloodread  bloodread  bloodread
Once for each of his characters used!

I was in a comical mood from watching too much bobobo when i wrote this so i tried to incorperate some comedy.
Bobobo: a funny and stupid anime show that used to come on. http://www.animecrazy.net/bobobo-bo.....-episode-list/

I feel like i'm doing to much repitition here, any help?
Anyway hope you like it!
Comment please, i need feedback here!