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A plump little dragon thinks stealing some sweet pastries will be a harmless endeavor, but might find his gluttony gets the best of him.
Silly little short story w/ Zag
It was just too easy.
Zag peered into the warehouse, his nose up to the very small window, looking in at the dozens of crates of prepackaged pastries. He was very hungry, and they looked very good. It was like bringing a magnet to metal. He passed by this place on his walks sometimes, but had never looked inside before, except that the window had been left open a crack and he could smell baked goods inside. It seemed like a storage area for the food before being boxed and sent to stores. Zag couldn’t believe there was no one around; he’d definitely buy some from here if it were for sale.
He paused to think. If no one was around, would anyone even notice if he snuck in and took a few?
Zag was a gray dragon on the chunky side, with a bit of a potbelly, pudgy thighs, and soft, wide shoulders, emphasizing his chubby frame. He was certainly no stranger to pastries, of any variety. He rubbed a paw behind his straight, black horns. If he were daring enough, he could probably slip in straight through the window and take some of the pastries for himself, with no one the wiser.
He was feeling a bit daring.
Zag gently prodded the space where the window was open a tiny crack, letting the scent waft out from inside. He hooked his claws under it and pulled, feeling it slide up more easily than expected. The window was a bit of a small square, but Zag was pretty sure he could slide through as long as he sucked in and wriggled a bit. He carefully pushed himself up, his shoulders passing through when he turned diagonally, and the rolls of pudge on his middle squished through until he reached his chunky hips. Twisting sideways in the square helped again, his rump sliding out a second later. Just like that, he was in.
There were all sorts of crates and boxes, and he didn’t waste any time pulling open a few to see their contents. Muffins, cinnamon rolls, boxed donuts, cupcakes, et cetera—he lost track of new things to find. He began grabbing stuff up, although quickly realized that he didn’t have enough paws for everything he wanted. He looked down at the plastic packaging in his paws, wondering if he could just graze while gathering things to bring home. He was already technically stealing, so it wasn’t like there were any rules around that. Zag was fully aware that what he was doing was ‘wrong’, but no one would notice or care. He wasn’t hurting anyone. What was the worst that could happen? He’d gain a pound or two?
He began stuffing things into his maw as he worked his way down lines of boxes, munching on sugary sweet pastries that made his mouth water. It prompted him to grab up snacks even faster, binging on anything available at his fingertips while also accumulating a pile of things he could carry, in a way that would make both his arms full and his belly full on his way home tonight. As it was, his stomach was already feeling a little stuffed, as he overestimated his capacity for so much dense, doughy food. The bulge of pudge on his front being more bloated than usual made him move slowly with the extra weight. It was only a short while later that he was tired out, so stuffed with pastries that he was practically in a food coma already.
He rested a paw on his belly and panted. He’d gathered a good armful of snacks to bring back with him out the window anyway, so there was no point in sticking around. He picked everything up and carried it to the window, dropping it onto the ground outside. He just had to be careful not to land on anything after he wriggled back through. He pushed his palms against the sill to hoist himself up, feeling more slow and ponderous than before with the dense weight in his gut.
“Hey!”
Zag startled, losing his balance for a moment to turn around. A security guard was running toward him through the warehouse. Zag could see over his shoulder that the front door was open behind him; he must have just come in. Zag had been so distracted snarfing up pastries that he hadn’t even heard the guard enter.
“Stop! Freeze!”
Zag had no intention of doing either of those things. I’m going to be in so much trouble. Would there be a way to see how much Zag had stolen? There was plenty of evidence in the packages on the ground outside, but the overabundant bloating of Zag’s gut would also be a hint. He wasn’t about to get caught. He hoisted himself onto the window sill again, sliding back through the square. Everything went as expected, until his padded shoulders were through, and he made it to the widest part of his middle. What had simply squished through before, was now round and bulging, more firm with the weight of the baked goods packed inside. Zag hadn’t really considered the problem, although it seemed obvious now. To be fair, he also hadn’t anticipated needing to hurry. He took a deep breath to suck in, put both paws on the walls on either side of him, and shoved.
The top bulge of his gut slowly began to slide through. The window squeezed him tightly, his belly still drooping low on the other side. He was bloated enough that his pudgy love handles also bunched up around the frame, resisting the force of his pushing and straining. He kicked and wriggled, jostling the flab, but it didn’t release him. The blubber of his paunch continued to squish against the wall, trapping him inside.
Shit.
He tried to suck in harder, although the amount was negligible. He was too wide, having gorged himself on dough and sugar.
He yelped as he felt someone suddenly grab his thighs. He heard the voice of the guard say something inside, although it was muffled by the way Zag’s body plugged the opening. It startled him just enough to give the guy a kick, which added extra leverage to Zag’s pushing, which helped him slide through just a little more. Now the upper roll of his belly had definitely passed to the outside, giving him a hint of hope. But all progress stopped after that; the edges of the window dug too deeply into the swollen adipose around his midsection.
Zag yelped and flailed again to feel the security guard grab him and yank to pull him back into the warehouse, but he discovered a new problem; he’d finally forced himself too far through to go backward, either, the pudge only bunching up around his doughy chest. He was stuck firmly in the middle. His gut filled the window like a cork in a bottle.
He realized that he couldn’t sense anything the security guard was doing, only to find himself face to face with him a minute later when the stern-looking dragon came around to the window outside. Zag flattened his ears, his head lowered, while the taller, red dragon scowled at him and put his paws on his hips. “Thought you’d break in and help yourself?” He smirked at the sight of the fat dragon plugging the window. “Well, look at you now.”
“I didn’t think anyone would notice,” Zag said sheepishly.
“Well, karma noticed.” The other dragon gestured at him. “What do you plan to do now? Still thinking of running?”
When Zag didn’t reply, he walked up to the window. Zag didn’t move as the guard poked one of his finger’s into Zag’s doughy chest. “It’s going to take some work to get you out of here. We’ll have to decide what to do then.”
“What are you going to do right now?” Zag asked. He knew he wasn’t escaping either way.
“Well, I think getting trapped by greed is a pretty fitting punishment,” the guard smirked again. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of Zag’s flab, although Zag tried not to startle. He squirmed, unable to shy away. On the other side of the window, he could still feel the rest of his potbelly smushing up against the opposite wall, jiggling as he moved. The window frame was trapping him on all sides, digging into his pudge.
“Hang on, I have an idea.” The guard suddenly let go, bending over to pick up the packaged pastries on the ground under the window. He quickly began unwrapping them. “You risked everything to stuff your greedy ass with treats; now I’m going to make you eat every last one.”
“H-how does that help?” Zag said nervously.
The taller dragon shrugged. “Help? It doesn’t. But it’ll keep you from going anywhere for a while.” He poked a finger into the side of Zag’s belly again, making him jolt, shaking all the blubber. “It seems fitting. No pun intended.” He suddenly reached out with one of the pastries, a sugary glazed cinnamon bun.
Zag tried to turn his head away, one of his round cheeks bulging up against the flab between his second chin and his shoulder, but the guard grabbed hold of his snout and forced the pastry inside. Zag tried pushing his paws away, but the other dragon was stronger, and made Zag gulp it down. He was immediately unwrapping another, shoving that into Zag’s mouth next while the stuck dragon frantically struggled. He could feel the window tightening around his belly, trapping him further. The guard continued to shovel treats into Zag’s maw as his doughy gut continued bloating on both the inside and outside of the warehouse. With each bite of each pastry, it was becoming more hopeless to escape. He kicked with his feet and wriggled, but it did little more than bounce him around in place.
It seemed a while later that the guard ran out of snacks on the ground outside, giving Zag a break to catch his breath. He panted at the overfull feeling, his gut stuffed to max capacity, helplessly stuck. The guard leaned back and crossed his arms, satisfied with his work. “That’ll keep you in there for a while. And even when you finally digest those pastries, you’ll have to wait to lose all that extra weight.”
Zag’s heart sank. “You can’t just leave me here!” He’d been worried about being arrested this whole time. It hadn’t occurred to him that not being arrested might be a worse option. He kicked with his chubby legs again, but was so stuffed that he couldn’t move an inch.
The dragon grinned. “Sure I can.” He dusted extra crumbs off his paws. “I’ll be back in the morning to check on you. Then we’ll see about getting you out. Or not,” he chuckled. “Once you’ve digested a bit, we could see how many more pastries fit into that gut.”
Zag flattened his ears as he watched the guard turn to go. He was right, though; Zag couldn’t do anything to escape now. The bloated dragon would have to wait until his body turned all of the sugar and carbs into new flab, at which point it would still probably be hard to escape. And then the guard would fill him up again. Zag pictured himself becoming a monumental window decoration over the course of several feedings.
He tried twisting again, feeling the way the rolls of his belly bunched up around the edges of the window, too fat to move in either direction. The larger bulge of his pot belly drooped on the inner side of the wall, refusing to squish through even another inch, while the lard bunching up around the window outside didn’t allow him to push his way back inside, either. He was thoroughly trapped.
He sighed, realizing he had to accept that he’d be here for a while. At least he’d never go hungry, every time the guard came around.
Silly little short story w/ Zag
It was just too easy.
Zag peered into the warehouse, his nose up to the very small window, looking in at the dozens of crates of prepackaged pastries. He was very hungry, and they looked very good. It was like bringing a magnet to metal. He passed by this place on his walks sometimes, but had never looked inside before, except that the window had been left open a crack and he could smell baked goods inside. It seemed like a storage area for the food before being boxed and sent to stores. Zag couldn’t believe there was no one around; he’d definitely buy some from here if it were for sale.
He paused to think. If no one was around, would anyone even notice if he snuck in and took a few?
Zag was a gray dragon on the chunky side, with a bit of a potbelly, pudgy thighs, and soft, wide shoulders, emphasizing his chubby frame. He was certainly no stranger to pastries, of any variety. He rubbed a paw behind his straight, black horns. If he were daring enough, he could probably slip in straight through the window and take some of the pastries for himself, with no one the wiser.
He was feeling a bit daring.
Zag gently prodded the space where the window was open a tiny crack, letting the scent waft out from inside. He hooked his claws under it and pulled, feeling it slide up more easily than expected. The window was a bit of a small square, but Zag was pretty sure he could slide through as long as he sucked in and wriggled a bit. He carefully pushed himself up, his shoulders passing through when he turned diagonally, and the rolls of pudge on his middle squished through until he reached his chunky hips. Twisting sideways in the square helped again, his rump sliding out a second later. Just like that, he was in.
There were all sorts of crates and boxes, and he didn’t waste any time pulling open a few to see their contents. Muffins, cinnamon rolls, boxed donuts, cupcakes, et cetera—he lost track of new things to find. He began grabbing stuff up, although quickly realized that he didn’t have enough paws for everything he wanted. He looked down at the plastic packaging in his paws, wondering if he could just graze while gathering things to bring home. He was already technically stealing, so it wasn’t like there were any rules around that. Zag was fully aware that what he was doing was ‘wrong’, but no one would notice or care. He wasn’t hurting anyone. What was the worst that could happen? He’d gain a pound or two?
He began stuffing things into his maw as he worked his way down lines of boxes, munching on sugary sweet pastries that made his mouth water. It prompted him to grab up snacks even faster, binging on anything available at his fingertips while also accumulating a pile of things he could carry, in a way that would make both his arms full and his belly full on his way home tonight. As it was, his stomach was already feeling a little stuffed, as he overestimated his capacity for so much dense, doughy food. The bulge of pudge on his front being more bloated than usual made him move slowly with the extra weight. It was only a short while later that he was tired out, so stuffed with pastries that he was practically in a food coma already.
He rested a paw on his belly and panted. He’d gathered a good armful of snacks to bring back with him out the window anyway, so there was no point in sticking around. He picked everything up and carried it to the window, dropping it onto the ground outside. He just had to be careful not to land on anything after he wriggled back through. He pushed his palms against the sill to hoist himself up, feeling more slow and ponderous than before with the dense weight in his gut.
“Hey!”
Zag startled, losing his balance for a moment to turn around. A security guard was running toward him through the warehouse. Zag could see over his shoulder that the front door was open behind him; he must have just come in. Zag had been so distracted snarfing up pastries that he hadn’t even heard the guard enter.
“Stop! Freeze!”
Zag had no intention of doing either of those things. I’m going to be in so much trouble. Would there be a way to see how much Zag had stolen? There was plenty of evidence in the packages on the ground outside, but the overabundant bloating of Zag’s gut would also be a hint. He wasn’t about to get caught. He hoisted himself onto the window sill again, sliding back through the square. Everything went as expected, until his padded shoulders were through, and he made it to the widest part of his middle. What had simply squished through before, was now round and bulging, more firm with the weight of the baked goods packed inside. Zag hadn’t really considered the problem, although it seemed obvious now. To be fair, he also hadn’t anticipated needing to hurry. He took a deep breath to suck in, put both paws on the walls on either side of him, and shoved.
The top bulge of his gut slowly began to slide through. The window squeezed him tightly, his belly still drooping low on the other side. He was bloated enough that his pudgy love handles also bunched up around the frame, resisting the force of his pushing and straining. He kicked and wriggled, jostling the flab, but it didn’t release him. The blubber of his paunch continued to squish against the wall, trapping him inside.
Shit.
He tried to suck in harder, although the amount was negligible. He was too wide, having gorged himself on dough and sugar.
He yelped as he felt someone suddenly grab his thighs. He heard the voice of the guard say something inside, although it was muffled by the way Zag’s body plugged the opening. It startled him just enough to give the guy a kick, which added extra leverage to Zag’s pushing, which helped him slide through just a little more. Now the upper roll of his belly had definitely passed to the outside, giving him a hint of hope. But all progress stopped after that; the edges of the window dug too deeply into the swollen adipose around his midsection.
Zag yelped and flailed again to feel the security guard grab him and yank to pull him back into the warehouse, but he discovered a new problem; he’d finally forced himself too far through to go backward, either, the pudge only bunching up around his doughy chest. He was stuck firmly in the middle. His gut filled the window like a cork in a bottle.
He realized that he couldn’t sense anything the security guard was doing, only to find himself face to face with him a minute later when the stern-looking dragon came around to the window outside. Zag flattened his ears, his head lowered, while the taller, red dragon scowled at him and put his paws on his hips. “Thought you’d break in and help yourself?” He smirked at the sight of the fat dragon plugging the window. “Well, look at you now.”
“I didn’t think anyone would notice,” Zag said sheepishly.
“Well, karma noticed.” The other dragon gestured at him. “What do you plan to do now? Still thinking of running?”
When Zag didn’t reply, he walked up to the window. Zag didn’t move as the guard poked one of his finger’s into Zag’s doughy chest. “It’s going to take some work to get you out of here. We’ll have to decide what to do then.”
“What are you going to do right now?” Zag asked. He knew he wasn’t escaping either way.
“Well, I think getting trapped by greed is a pretty fitting punishment,” the guard smirked again. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of Zag’s flab, although Zag tried not to startle. He squirmed, unable to shy away. On the other side of the window, he could still feel the rest of his potbelly smushing up against the opposite wall, jiggling as he moved. The window frame was trapping him on all sides, digging into his pudge.
“Hang on, I have an idea.” The guard suddenly let go, bending over to pick up the packaged pastries on the ground under the window. He quickly began unwrapping them. “You risked everything to stuff your greedy ass with treats; now I’m going to make you eat every last one.”
“H-how does that help?” Zag said nervously.
The taller dragon shrugged. “Help? It doesn’t. But it’ll keep you from going anywhere for a while.” He poked a finger into the side of Zag’s belly again, making him jolt, shaking all the blubber. “It seems fitting. No pun intended.” He suddenly reached out with one of the pastries, a sugary glazed cinnamon bun.
Zag tried to turn his head away, one of his round cheeks bulging up against the flab between his second chin and his shoulder, but the guard grabbed hold of his snout and forced the pastry inside. Zag tried pushing his paws away, but the other dragon was stronger, and made Zag gulp it down. He was immediately unwrapping another, shoving that into Zag’s mouth next while the stuck dragon frantically struggled. He could feel the window tightening around his belly, trapping him further. The guard continued to shovel treats into Zag’s maw as his doughy gut continued bloating on both the inside and outside of the warehouse. With each bite of each pastry, it was becoming more hopeless to escape. He kicked with his feet and wriggled, but it did little more than bounce him around in place.
It seemed a while later that the guard ran out of snacks on the ground outside, giving Zag a break to catch his breath. He panted at the overfull feeling, his gut stuffed to max capacity, helplessly stuck. The guard leaned back and crossed his arms, satisfied with his work. “That’ll keep you in there for a while. And even when you finally digest those pastries, you’ll have to wait to lose all that extra weight.”
Zag’s heart sank. “You can’t just leave me here!” He’d been worried about being arrested this whole time. It hadn’t occurred to him that not being arrested might be a worse option. He kicked with his chubby legs again, but was so stuffed that he couldn’t move an inch.
The dragon grinned. “Sure I can.” He dusted extra crumbs off his paws. “I’ll be back in the morning to check on you. Then we’ll see about getting you out. Or not,” he chuckled. “Once you’ve digested a bit, we could see how many more pastries fit into that gut.”
Zag flattened his ears as he watched the guard turn to go. He was right, though; Zag couldn’t do anything to escape now. The bloated dragon would have to wait until his body turned all of the sugar and carbs into new flab, at which point it would still probably be hard to escape. And then the guard would fill him up again. Zag pictured himself becoming a monumental window decoration over the course of several feedings.
He tried twisting again, feeling the way the rolls of his belly bunched up around the edges of the window, too fat to move in either direction. The larger bulge of his pot belly drooped on the inner side of the wall, refusing to squish through even another inch, while the lard bunching up around the window outside didn’t allow him to push his way back inside, either. He was thoroughly trapped.
He sighed, realizing he had to accept that he’d be here for a while. At least he’d never go hungry, every time the guard came around.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Dragon (Other)
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File Size 28.1 kB
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