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Hose Filled

Creak. Groan.

A soft creaking followed Valerie around the house everywhere she went these days. At first it was easy not to notice, or to dismiss as the house shifting on its foundations - as old houses sometimes do. But the heavier the dragon got, the louder the sound became. Now the sound of creaking was loud enough to echo down the halls, competing with the morbidly obese dragoness’s huffing and panting as she made her way, hips brushing the walls, around her own home.

Of course it hadn’t always been like this. Valerie could remember the first time she held her winning lottery ticket in her hand. She remembered cashing it out, the numbers in her bank account rising like she had never seen before. She had been a skinny thing then - well not exactly small, the pink and white dragoness always had a pear shaped figure, but nothing compared to what she was now. And back then she had got it in her head that she wanted to be bigger. With all the money she’d won, a little weight gain was deserved wasn’t it? It was something that Valerie had always wanted to do, but never had the funds to do it. This was a chance she couldn’t let pass her by.

It had started slow. Big meals became bigger meals, which in turn became buffets. She gorged her way from eating more food to making sure her stomach was bulging and stretched every time she finished a meal. When going out became too much of a hassle, there was always delivery and with the money she had in her account the amount of food that arrived at her door would always be enough to last the average person days. Not so for Valerie. Even just the memory of those feasts was enough to make her mouth water and provoke a small gulp.

Creak. THUMP

Valerie came to a stop in her living room. Freed from the confines of the hallway her body seemed to expand to take up the space it had once been denied, stomach flopping heavily on the floor, expanding and retracting with her every panting breath. Yes, while she used to be small it seemed like the slender body that had won the lottery was a lifetime ago. Buried beneath hundreds and hundreds of pounds of panting, heaving, sweating fat. Every inch of her had grown, expanded, bloated like rising dough. Her once slender arms were now swaddled with inches of fat that wobbled with every motion. Her thighs, already sizable thanks to her draconic heritage had ballooned into massive, pillowy things that rubbed together at every opportunity. Her ass followed suit and grew towards the floor with every binge laden day. But by far the biggest part of her was her stomach, a boulder of fat so large that even standing it now rested on the ground. Too heavy to lift, to get anywhere Valerie had to push her stomach across the floor, sloshing and gurgling with every movement. Where her arms had once been able to hang by her side now they rested heavily against the shelf that her gut had become. A bloated, massive testament to her own gluttony. It had grown so much, in such a short time that tending to its needs was becoming a full time job in and of itself. The organ had been so perpetually stretched, just thinking about eating less for a meal was enough to make it grumble and complain. Now as the dragon looked around the living room, her stomach growled hungrily for more.

While not exactly messy, her house had more or less been turned to the function of keeping Valerie comfortable and full. Her living room was no exception, not in the new couches that Valerie had bought which already looked heavily dented under her weight or in the fact that a large hose was snaking through the front door of her house. Outside she could see a large metal tank, far too large to fit inside, with the word ‘lard’ written in bold across its side - newly delivered. The dragon blushed a little, and pushed herself forward, gut sloshing with the motion as it slid along the ground. While excitement rose in her chest, there was also something else. Valerie knew things were starting to get a little out of hand. She loved being bigger, but at the rate she was going it felt like just moving around was starting to become a problem. And she didn’t want to end up immobile or anything - not that she didn’t think she would enjoy it. But all her eating, all the binges and stretching had led up to this hose feeding. She had gorged on everything at her disposal, leaving her with an emptiness in her stomach that needed to be filled. Craved it. Lard was really the only liquid she could buy in such large amounts and if she was honest with herself, Valerie kind of liked it. She could diet tomorrow, she had to do this at least once.

Creak. Thump.

She approached the hose with apprehension that was easily overwhelmed by excitement. Already she could imagine how it would feel, how her stomach would grow in front of her. The dragoness struggled to bend down enough to reach the end of the hose, reaching over her own stomach and squeezing against its churning, gurgling mass until she could finally grip the cool metal of the nozzle. Lifting it, she turned the nozzle over in her fat cushioned hands. It was simple enough - turning the end of the nozzle would start the flow of lard and the automated pump installed by the tank would keep it going. She could pull the hose out of her mouth and turn the end again to turn the flow off. Her tail thumped against the floor and a flutter rose in her chest. The dragon had definitely waited too long. Turning the hose she stuffed the end in her mouth and had to wait only moments before the first rush of lard hit her tongue.

Fatty, greasy and filling, lard was one of those things Valerie thought of as a treat. It might be terrible for her health but it was great at stretching her body and more than that, there was something almost taboo about it. For now though, any doubt or thought of pulling the hose out was washed away in those first few seconds. There was that first mouthful before she gulped, before she pushed the hose further into her mouth until it was pumping directly down her throat. This did two things, it eased her need to swallow and freed up her thoughts to focus on what really mattered. Her stomach.

Looking down, Valerie’s hands instinctively found her sides where massive love handles had bloomed and sloped over her hips. She gripped them, her fingers sinking into soft, pliable fat. The lard was flowing freely down her throat now, filling up a stomach which had moments ago been empty. She could feel it, under her fingers, in her grasp - she could feel herself slowly filling up. More than that, she could hear it, the loud liquid sloshing as the lard began to fill her. And then she could feel herself growing. Valerie might have gasped if her mouth weren’t so occupied by the hose that filled it. The changes were subtle at first, they had to be to get through all the fat that already hung heavy across her frame. But slowly, millimeter by millimeter Valerie saw her stomach start to swell. The top of her gut began to inflate as the hungry organ within started to fill. Soon it would start stretching. The thought made her giddy.

Slosh. Gurgle.

While Valerie’s hands had initially felt give in the plush curves of her love handles, soon that give was disappearing by the second as her stomach, growing, pushed out with every pump of the tank. She groaned. This was it. This was what she had been waiting for. Wanting. To be filled. To inflate like a water balloon. Another moan trickled out of her lips, sensation overwhelming her as she felt her stomach begin to stretch and grow like it had never grown before. It rose before her eyes, now firmly pressed against the floor and pushing outwards. The weight of it was surprising, she’d never eaten enough to get this big. She could feel it pulling her forward, pulling her down. And what was the point of this, if she weren’t allowed to get comfortable? Vallerie allowed herself to slowly slide into a sitting position on her couch - her stomach pushing her legs far apart and now starting to rise above her as it literally inflated with fat.
Creak. Churn.

The rest of the dragon’s body wasn’t far behind, the effects of the fat worked almost mesmerizingly fast. Valerie could see her own cheeks puffing up with blubber, a contrast to the horizon that her stomach was now making. Her chest began to swell in front of her, it nowhere near approached the size of her vast gut but began to meet with a third chin that was quickly forming. Although she couldn’t see much of her legs she could feel them swelling, feel her ass growing against the couch behind her, lifting her tail inch by inch as it too inflated with fat.

Valerie grunted. A streak of sensation flashed across her stomach. She had been full minutes ago, this was something different. This was uncomfortable. Her stomach had pushed her legs far apart now and grew out beyond them, it was a large wobbling lard filled balloon that towered above her. Its growth was so large, it had started creeping over the sides of her legs, wobbling and jiggling with her every tiny motion. This was the fullest she had ever been. The fullest she thought anyone could be. With fullness and stretching giving way to discomfort, she reached up with her hand to pull the hose out of her mouth. No - she tried to reach up with her hand, but her arms had become so laden with blubber she could no longer pull them that high. Her attempts produced a feeble jostling of the fat laden appendage, her upper arm was so large she wasn’t sure she had the range of motion to even reach near her face anymore. She tried to stand, tried to move her legs, but that attempt proved doomed before it began. Her legs were buried by her stomach and it was still growing. With the hose so thoroughly lodged in her mouth, the dragon wasn’t able to spit it out. It just kept pumping liter after liter of lard directly down her throat, directly into her growing, wobbling, sloshing stomach. A sense of panic rose in the dragon - this wasn’t how it was supposed to go! There was a lot of lard in the tank, far more than she ever actually meant to drink. The thought of it left her feeling dizzy and propelled her into more attempts at moving her arms. Eventually the grunts and groans of her trying to reach the hose to dislodge it faded to the sound of pumping and, fuller than she had ever been, Valerie passed into a food coma. The last thing the dragon heard before she slipped entirely from consciousness was the sound of the couch breaking beneath her, cracking and collapsing into the floor.

. . .

Pump. Slosh. Pump.

When Valerie woke up, she did so to a different world. Waking up slowly, her eyelids batting against the light, she realised two things: the first was that she still had some kind of hose lodged firmly in her mouth, noisily pumping some kind of liquid down her throat. The second was that she was massive. Beyond massive. She could feel herself, her head, her arms, her legs, floating in the sea of fat she had now become. The dragon couldn’t perceive much other than the ring of fat that surrounded her own neck and the twin peaks of her breasts as they rose upon her massive stomach, but that wasn’t for lack of trying. And she was hungry. A burning emptiness inside her seemed at odds with the sheer size of the dragoon she saw in front of her, but her stomach gurgled and sloshed loudly with the need to be filled.

Pump. Slosh. Pump.

Immobilized by her own fat, Valerie started to panic. She could feel her breath rise in her chest, nostrils flaring as she panted around the hose for every breath she could get. She tried to move against her own fat, to reach the hose in her mouth but it was even more impossible than it had been before and the motion sent her entire body jiggling, resulting in yet more sloshing and gurgling from her hungry stomach. Although she couldn’t see much beyond the bloat of her cheeks and the hill of her gut, that gut alone had to be approaching the size of a truck! She couldn’t see her ass cheeks, but just one of them alone was larger than she had been at the start of the day. She could feel rings of lard encircle her hands and feet, rendering them little more than dimples in the sea of fat she was becoming.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Hearing something, anything but her own struggling breathing and the sloshing of her body was enough to start to calm her down.

Pump. Slosh. Gurgle.

The voice came from her right, and if Valerie squinted and shifted as hard as she could, she could see a mouse in formal business attire, holding a computer tablet in her hands. The dragon’s cheeks burned red. Not only was she approaching the size of a truck, but being seen like this was almost more than she could bear. How could she have let this happen?! As she transitioned from one panic to the other Valerie could also see somewhat easier, that she was no longer in her home. In fact it looked like she had been moved to some kind of giant warehouse, though how that had happened while she was still unconscious, she didn’t know. Mortified beyond belief, she had to ask, but when she tried to form the words the hose in her mouth was lodged firmly in the way.

“Ah. Yes. You’re probably curious about your condition.” The mouse looked up from her tablet, her glasses flashing in the halflight of the warehouse. “Well, your neighbours called 911 after they heard several crashes coming from your house. The destruction of your furniture and a few walls. We’re still not sure why we found you unconscious and binging lard, but my corporation had its doctors look over you and we brought you here.” She looked back down to her tablet as though the conversation was concluded.

Pump. Slosh. Churn.

Here? Doctors? Valerie mumbled around the hose in her mouth, it was a lot bigger than the one she had installed in the tank by her house. The mouse seemingly couldn’t hear her above the noise of pumping. Had she really gotten so large she destroyed her home? Her cheeks continued to burn bright red with her blush.

If Valerie’s muffled noises didn’t get her attention, the wobbling and sloshing of the dragon did. The mouse looked back up. “Oh. I suppose you’re also wondering about the hose in your mouth. The fact you’re still being filled. Well you see, when we recovered you, you had stretched your stomach to such an absurd degree that if you aren’t continually eating, you will starve.” The words came so matter of factly to the mouse but each of them felt like a physical blow to Valerie. “And again, due to the sheer size you’ve stretched your stomach to, filling it will be no easy task. Indeed, since your body appears to have grown dependant on it, from now on you’re going to spend most of your time eating. We estimate you will continue to grow, too. Hence your new accommodations.”

Valerie’s heart raced. Words formed and died on a tongue that was pressed down with a hose. Had she really done so much damage to herself that this was her life now?

The mouse seemed to be studying Valerie’s reaction now. “I would remove the hose so that you can ask questions, but you’re in the middle of a feeding cycle. This will go on for a few hours, and cannot be interrupted. Indeed you’re going to need a lot of food just to sustain this new body of yours. But don’t worry too much about costs. The only liquid food item that’s easy to buy in such large amounts? Well, that would be lard.”

Pump. Slosh. Pump.