this one is much happier and funnier and stuff
Warning: contains gas! I should have told Greed that *snickers*
read teh story to find out why!


Ch4

Wolfen sluggishly opened his eyes to his dimly lit room. He sighed as he tried to lift himself out of bed using his power, but nothing happened. His power dictates that whenever in use, anything he does with it must be felt in, and powered by, his mind and heart. As the power comes from his heart and the directional flow of his power is maintained and controlled by his mind, anything he comes into contact with will be felt in those places. This is why he has to keep his emotions in check, for his powers can be bolstered or frozen based on his feelings. When he was angry last night, his powers had increased exponentially, that is why whenever Rex tried to hit him, his attack was repelled. His punches did land, however, in his psyche, however, in his rage, his will had overpowered and repelled any damage received. After he fell into his deep depression, his power was drained through his many tears. Like most sources of energy, his was not inexhaustible, but it was regenerative. As for now, his powers are gone.
Slowly he climbed out of bed and went and opened the shades, flooding the room in a joyous light, already he felt better. Smiling, he headed downstairs to meet Greed. He was sitting on the couch reading the paper.
“Morning!” Wolfen called out.
“Hey kid. You seem happy.” Replied Greed. Wolfen stopped as he was opening the fridge.
“They told you?” he asked. Greed turned around.
“You kidding? If their mouths had rails they’d never use them. They talk almost as often as they eat, and believe me that’s a lot.” He got up and walked toward him. “Anyway, I can probably help with your question.”
Wolfen perked up, “Really? Then why are people so bad?!” he asked expectantly.
“Because humans and dragons are greedy and have become stupid in many of their ways.” He answered.
Wolfen thought it over before asking, “Because of greedy people?”
“Yes! Where do you think I get my power from, Wal-Mart?” He sat down on the counter. “No. Humans are the greediest things I’ve ever seen, they’ve even based their economics off of it, I can barely believe that they’ve lived on this planet for more than 2000 years.”
“Then how come their so evil?” he asked.
“Well from what I know, not all humans and dragons are, just most of them. Why? Even I don’t know.” Wolfen thought it over while he retrieved a jug of chocolate milk from his fridge. “Now hurry up and finish your pondering so we can get down to business.” Wolfen looked up at him from drinking the milk with a question on his mind. Before he could ask, Greed answered. “You didn’t think that the cake was the only challenge for you did you?” Wolfen shook his head. “It’s simple.” he said as Wolfen finished chugging his milk.
Greed strolled out onto Wolfen’s back porch where he sat down and started chanting something he didn’t understand. He could see that his hands seemed to be holding an invisible force as his red haze swirled around between his hands. There he sat chanting for a while before Wolfen left. He ate the rest of his breakfast, cleaned himself up and practiced on his violin. He periodically checked up on Greed but every time he did, he had not moved or stopped chanting. It was when he was practicing when Serin, Furore and Erstra knocked on his door.
Wolfen got up and answered the door and was greeted with a “Happy Birthday!” from Serin and Furore as they came through the door with an enormous cake, much bigger than the one he ate at Erstra’s.
“It’s not my birthday guys.” Wolfen chuckled.
“I told you!” went Erstra.
“But you said we should get him a cake for his birthday!” retaliated Serin.
“No, I said we should get him a cake for his ‘bad’ day!” corrected Erstra shaking a finger.
“But didn’t it happen at night though?” asked Serin.
“Oh well,” said Furore, “cake can make any day feel like your birthday.” He turned to Wolfen. “Are you feeling better?” he asked, putting a hand around his shoulder which left Serin to hold the cake himself. “Come on, let’s go watch you eat your cake!” he said, leading him in the kitchen.
“What’s Greed doin’? asked Erstra seeing him on the back porch.
“I don’t know, something about another one of his challenges for me or something.” answered Wolfen.
“Then you can have his piece.” Furore said patting Wolfen’s belly. “Come on, this cake’s not gonna eat itself.” He said sitting him down. Serin had just put down the cake and stood up, cracking his back before he retrieved a large knife from the kitchen. He had to stand on the table to cut it and as he went, almost fell in several times. It was during the cutting when he noticed a mark on Furore’s rear.
“Hey, Furore. Where’d you get that mark?” he asked. He turned to him with a grim look.
“Don’t call me mark!” he said gravely. Wolfen then remembered when he first saw him, he was rubbing his rump when he came downstairs from playing Brawl. Serin finished and jumped down from the table and patted him on the back.
“Well, it’s all yours boy, and there’s something in it from all of us too!” he said. Wolfen happily dug in as the cake disappeared down his gullet. His stomach grew with each handful as his gorging increased in speed until he just stuck his head in and continued to eat. It wasn’t long before the cake had disappeared down the bloated dragon’s mouth. He sorted through the chunks left and found a small box. He opened it and was overjoyed to find a solid gold ring handsomely decorated with a large aquamarine stone. On one side of the band was his face, perfectly accented with gold and silver, on the other was an F and D both fancily interlaced. He knew that it stood for ‘Fat Dragon’ as soon as he saw it. Inside was an engraving that read, ‘For a Fat Dragon, and a fabulous friend’. Wolfen was at a loss for words as he eyed the magnificent stone.
“This is… beautiful. The brilliant cut refracts the light perfectly as the weight ratio of the stone and the ring is perfect for each other!” He finally said before he realized this was the same ring from his dream from that night before.
“Well, we don’t have a clue what you just said,” Erstra said scratching his head, “but it’s just a token of our friendship.”
“We all have one ‘cause were all friends here.” Added Serin. Wolfen stood up and bowed as he gave them his deepest thanks when Greed walked in.
“Whoa! I think I’m turning into a werewolf!” He said grabbing his enlarged rear. “Anyway, here you go.” He set a shiny orange ball on the table. He picked it up and found it squishy. Holding it up to the light, it reflected several beams of light.
“What is it?” He asked.
“Well, it’s an old trick of mine. This will serve as your second challenge.” He replied.
“If it’s so old, how come it’s so shiny?” Serin asked.
“A little glitter can make anything look new.” Greed said with a grin. “Just eat it and I’ll tell you the rest.” Throwing away his caution, Wolfen swallowed the shiny orb, relishing in the way it slid smoothly down his throat. They all waited for something to happen until Greed spoke up.
“Now the fun begins.” He said and snapped his black claws. There was a loud gurgle and groan from Wolfen’s stomach. Soon his belly began to grow, as did his rear. They both blew up like balloons, rapidly inflating as they all watched him grow bigger. His belly touched the floor before Greed snapped again and the bloating stopped… for his belly. His rear, however, continued to swell, enveloping the bottom of his tail and ballooning over his thighs as it went. It had blown up to the size of an extra-large truck tire by the time Greed stopped its growth. Feeling around again, his belly was not soft as he had hoped but like a ball filled with air, the same went for his butt which moved slowly up and down.
“What’s this?” Wolfen asked still feeling his stretched belly.
“Well since I got sued once for using helium, I decided to make you air-filled. This test will see if you can really handle being that big.” He said while he bent down, feeling Wolfen’s puffed-up butt. “Nice.” He commented to himself.
“But if this is air, then that means…” he trailed off as a low gurgle sounded from his swollen abdomen. He clutched his gut as Erstra started to back away with Serin and Furore.
“Greed, you might want to not be there.” Erstra said as he pointed to Wolfen’s rear.
“Why’s that?” he asked still surveying his handiwork. His answer came as Wolfen closed his eyes and released a burst of gas, right in Greed’s unsuspecting face. Greed sniffed the air and recoiled as if he had been struck, covering his snout as his eyes watered. “Ohh! Ooo! That is just, whoo! Man that reeks! Awww!” he said, stumbling around while waving his other hand in front of his face. They all backed away as Wolfen struggled to unsuccessfully contain his buildup of gas. After a few more farts, he managed to stop them, only to start constantly burping loudly.
“Greed, urrrrp... do, blurrrp… something! Burrrrp!” Wolfen belched.
“Sure!” Greed said through a closed nose. He enveloped himself in his red haze and disappeared.
“That’s burrrrp.. not what, oh urrrrp… I meant! Burrrp!” He looked toward the three dragons left. They were all holding their noses before Serin ran into the kitchen and threw wooden clothes pins to the rest of them. They all franticly used them to squeeze their noses shut, but it didn’t work.
“Why arnt’ these working? They work on TV!” Serin shouted.
“That’s because all you watch are the human’s cartoons!” Furore retaliated covering his nose.
“Then do, ow urrrrrp… something, blurrrp… else! Burrrrp! And, rrrrrrp… hurr, burrrp, uhg borrrrrp urrrrrrp, Hurry!” He burped. Back in the kitchen, Serin threw Furore a roll of duct tape. Furore then jumped at Wolfen and rounded his snout several times with it, shutting it off. Furore let out a sigh as Wolfen tried desperately to take it off.
“Well that did it.” Furore said relieved.
“Not entirely.” Erstra pointed out. Wolfen’s cheeks bloated with air as the burps continued to try and escape. He had to swallow each of them back before another one tried again. Then came a similar gurgle as Wolfen turned his attention to his inflated rear and squinted his eyes as he frowned. Again his flatulence flowed from his behind, filling the room with a putrid odor.
“It was easier to breathe the other way!” Serin said half gagged as he rushed over and ripped of the tape.
As he tore of the final layer, Wolfen exclaimed “Ow! Don’t do that ever again!” Then he looked down to find that he had deflated quite a bit from the start. This gave him an idea, also making a twinkle in his eye.
“Hey, I saw that twinkle! What are you thinking?” asked Erstra.
“You’ll see, urrrp… in just, burrrrrp... wait and, blorrrp… watch, urrrrp!” he said gesturing to his gut. “Just make sure to hold your nose! Burrrrrp!” They obeyed as Wolfen expelled the gas from his body, sometimes in small frequent belches and others in long, loud burps. Occasionally his gassiness would return as his farts invaded the air. As he did, his belly and rear deflated down back to his original bloated form from after he had eaten the cake. He finished his final belches and sighed. “Ahh, that’s better.” He said rubbing his cake filled belly.
“Are you sure?” asked Furore as he came up and put the side of his face to his belly. He stayed there listening until Serin pulled him away.
“Be careful, he could blow at any minute.” He joked.
“Guys, come on, I’m fine now.” He assured. A final noisy fart escaped him. He blushed as he waved it away and scratched his butt. Then they all turned to the window as they heard Greed knocking on the window.
“Is it safe to come in?” they heard him ask through the glass. They nodded and he appeared in his red haze. “Ok then… since this little incident happened, you’ll have to do it all over again.” He said. His pronouncement was immediately rejected by Serin and Furore as they protested harshly. Greed only shook his head and reinstated that he had to go through it again. This was when Serin and Furore both tackled him, forcing him to the floor, squishing him under their bellies.
“No more of that whatever it was!” they told him in unison.
“Now normally I’d be enjoying this situation,” Greed said with a devious smile as he gripped their soft guts, “but not now!” He struggled to get up, as his own belly added to the total weight on him. Summoning his red haze, he lifted them off his body. “Don’t do that again,” he told them, “unless I say so.” he finished with a smile.
He came to Wolfen and patted his shoulder. “Nice job again today kid, I think… Not many actually get through it as easily as you. In fact, this is the first time that this has happened. Anyway, we’ll do something different tomorrow so make sure you’re up for it.” Greed moved to grip his flabby rear, “And make sure this is ready to handle it.” He said with a big grin as Wolfen smiled back. Erstra came up and intervened, removing Greed’s hand.
“Hey, save some for the rest of us will ya?” Erstra turned to face Wolfen. “Just try to hold it in better next time you have any gas, ok?” He nodded. “Ok then, see ya tomorrow.” He said as he and Greed exited his house. Wolfen had just realized that it was night time.
“K, goodnight!” he yelled back. Rubbing his bloated gut, he retrieved his gift and waddled upstairs with the two other overweight dragons. Putting the ring in a small box on his dresser, he fell asleep with the tingly feeling of his digesting cake, happy and content.



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