(The minor is for smalltime stuff inbetween the writing, not the disgusting shit that still perverts Fur Affinity every once in a while).

It's been a bit since I've last been around, but that's mostly because I get distracted too easily. Maybe the commission asked by my friend, DraconicSpeaker, might get me back on track as for my longer stuff!

That's if Destiny 2 doesn't force me to gravitate towards its amazing story again.

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“So you're seriously considering it?”

“The options aren't exactly open are they?”

“No, but-”

“Eh.” Void shrugged, unable to quite put some distance between him and one questboard. He quietly shuffles a piece of parchment paper off the wooden board, folding it and then sliding it deep within his pockets. “Not like there's much else to pick from.”

“Maybe you could wait a bit? Try seeing tomorrow's ventures?”

“And risk losing my house?”

“It'll only be a day.”

One day too many. The person he has reigning over him with that particular power could easily throw him to the curve given less reasoning, considering the last dragon who lived under that roof was tossed just for owning a bird who he kept relatively quiet. If he was late or behind a couple silver pieces in payment, he might find himself on the broad side of a foot up his own ass and sitting right on the streets before he can muster up any words towards that idiot holding the tavern in such a vice. “At least it'll be easy for ya!” The draconian happily yips, going under the desk for a moment. His claw holds up a bag. “Got something for you.”

“Should be useful!”

Useful? “Is it a weapon?” From the head shaking, no. “Perhaps a shield? A magic accessory that’ll make my journey over there a ton more easier?”

Another no. “Artifact?” Surely right? That’s the only other thing that would give him anything worth holding another bag around. Another no. Then… Void sighs. “... Is it food?”

“Of course~”

It can never be anything else. Not a sword, maybe even a shield to prevent some damage, just… His claws wrap around the baggage and his eyes give way to the inside as he unwraps the straps. “You-” Void chuckles. Was he supposed to be surprised? This was that massive orange scaled idiot afterall. “You really think you're slick huh?”

“Wouldn't have the slightest idea!~”

Yeah yeah, of course they don't. Packing what felt like sixty days worth of supplies for a journey that wasn't more than, to what he felt like, a day trip back and forth. If he could reject this offering without feeling like he might actually starve in the middle of it all, he would, without question. “... Next time, let me treat you to something nice.” But that's all he'll say. The amber orange scaled dumbass knows exactly what he's doing, no need for him to actually say it out loud. His feet pivot, turning towards the door behind him.

“Watch yourself hun. I don’t like it much when you get bruises over your body.”

“Dude, I got it.”

A raised eyebrow told him all Void needed to know. “Seriously. I’ll even bring back lunch. It’s not supposed to be difficult from what I can see.” Plus he can always just back off if need be, if the details once he arrives is too much for him to handle. “Promise!”

“Well… It’s not that I’m worried.”

“Then?”

“I just wanna see my derg when he eventually wedges himself~”

Seriously? If it wasn't one thing, it was another. As the doors open and he quickly stretches out his wings, he raises them into the air, muscles flexing, before loosening at the last second to lift himself into the open skies. He felt the wind brush across his scales as his body soared among the sky and as he reached the clouds, poking into what little moisture they may have sported and stood just above the multitude of white specks- He found himself slowly levitating over to where his destination was. He breathes in. He breathes out. Up here, though a bit tight for his chest, there was freedom to be had. The breeze was wondrous, the sky shining a nice orange, with the air filled with naught but those with wings akin to his own. Why, had he'd been given the chance, he would've spent all of today just exploring, seeing what clouds today had to offer, what he could run his hands through; what he could run his body through.

It was certainly an experience, if that was all he could call it. The best part? He could do it at any time, any day, at any moment during even the slightest duress, without having to rely so much on other conventional ways of movement. Wings was just one of them, magic included. Though as obvious as it was to him as it was surely to others-

Not every race was gifted with such ‘presents’. He was lucky to be born as a dragonborn, hell, he was lucky to have wings accessible to him five years into his lifespan, despite his parents having been both avid fliers back when he used to soar the beautiful skies with them. It was less than five percent- No, wait, ten percent even despite both parents having the recessive gene, for him to build the proper extensive nature of his back musculature and even less for the damn things to properly form, something about his people being ‘corrupted malforms of their more ancient counterparts’ being apart of the equation. He could transport himself through the dimensional tears his eyes could see, allowing for faster movement across the plains, but it was draining for him as it would be for someone lesser than him.

He huffs. Might’ve fact, it would likely kill someone below his species. Of course there were workarounds like dimensional doors or maybe transport circles, but that required little to no activation on either parts nor mana, as simply finding two doors and linking them was all that was truly needed, albeit difficult depending on what doors exactly they were wishing to join together. Actual teleportation required not only the mind, but an enormous pool of which not everyone had in quick supply to, despite the air around being full of the necessary components to clap them into another place entirely and haste wasn’t applicable unless someone had already a ridiculous pool of stamina to go along with the added speed powering up the legs. To both these issues, people had to find ways to get back and forth, without having to expend their days upon weeks traversing dirt, mud or even magma at times nor the mana or energy needed in the case that they needed to fight yet another enemy ready to pounce at them. Given this and some pieces of history in regards to more ancient practices, they mostly came to a rather…

Creative solution.

Looking to his right as he slowly made his way through a gray cloud, he could see a number of ‘victims’ subjected to helium based movement. Round, perpetuated only by the slightest breeze given by a bit of wind magic for omnidirectional control, as well as a pilot sitting at the top, they slowly floated to whatever location they wished to set themselves within, using their own bodies as a means of transportation. They weighed themselves down by either their own bodily mass or through the usage of something heavier than themselves, much like the anvil one Dwarf had thought to use or a significantly hefty tree branch like the Kobold. He huffs, taking in the stretched scales bending around their body, enjoying the sight. While not entirely practical by any means, every party, no matter whom, has to have at least one member of the party stretchy enough to expand into an almost perfect orb, without so much as a creak. After all, revival scrolls were expensive and those with the holy power to bring back the living was in so little quantity, so knowing the limits of your duo, triple, quad or quintuple party member is key in getting back home safe and sound, with the blimp in question.

Helium or air was the way to go about it, with helium being lighter and significantly easier to prop someone up above the clouds, with air being cheaper and easier to acquire. There were cons though… “Uh, you might wanna stop juggling that fireball.” Such as the situation that was happening just in front of him. He slowed himself down a bit, keeping an earnest distance away from the poor Naga currently in usage of the helium previously mentioned before, eyes nervous as they watched their scantily clothed dark elf, caution throne in the metaphorical wind, as they quickly passed a lit ball of warmth back and forth between two hands. They heard him, ears twitching and head twisting as they scowled at him, ignoring his warning, emotion quickly turning to panic as it reached the poor reptile's mouth. “PUT IT OUT-”
A hiss and then an erupting boom.

He covered his face as scraps and scales decorated the air, a stupidly malignant elf now falling to their doom. He sighs, finger and thumb squeezing the top portion of his nostrils. This was one of the issues with helium. Despite being light and unneeded in such a massive amount of quantity to get anything above the ground, it was highly flammable and just about anything could spark it if the ‘holes’, regarding the mouth or ass, weren’t covered, plugged or stuffed with something to prevent the tiny bits of escape each breath left these immobile carriers gave out. Even then there were risks, thunder being the more likely thing to set these guys and gals off the radar for a couple weeks straight until they could be properly brought back into life, with it being especially definite if the person riding had a particular kink with the more explosive side of this magical experience.

Though perhaps he shouldn’t blame them much for it, as at least they weren’t as bad with inflation as were the idiots next to his left side. The thing with air was that it was heavy, not nearly as light as its counterpart. As such, there was more to pump, more to stretch given a number of circumstances, each one leading to one more size to bounce up into. Did they have tools? Was it a group or a duo? Did they recently collect a haul? How much did each person weigh? Given that most adventures ending in at least one party member becoming immobile or becoming an armed explosive, it was almost a requirement for the blimp to be EXTREME when it came to bodily expansion. They were using a sun covering avian as a way of getting around, furry hide ominous in its noise as pressure continued to build, body attempting to deal with the increase by stretching what little rubbering the mortal body could provide. It didn’t take half a second to realize what was going to happen next, considering what sounds were emanating off of what they thought was their partner on top, not giving a rats ass whether or not this would end badly.

Luckily for him, he didn’t have to be around. His destination was close. He began to descend below the clouds, using the cover as a means of noise suppressant as the birds feathers drifted next to him, descending laughter following behind and then ahead of him, the partner in question falling just as the elf did. As he pops the ears and lands down on the floor, he brushes himself dow, ignoring the sound of ascending noises of pleasure as he makes his way to a cave entrance.


His claws dip into the parchment from before.“Through the bushes,” He pushes aside some greenery, “Passed a carved tree,” With a name hearting another no less, ”And just passed a boulder and its sibling is the entrance to a dungeon.”

At least it was easy to find. The place was wide, rocks slightly chipped from what was likely a previous party entering and exit, with an almost perfect width comparable to most of the veterans in this field. His eyes go to the paper once more. The requirement of him today has him exploring the depths of this unusual dungeon location for, funnily enough, a specific cake golem and the buddies it roamed around with that has ‘constantly been on the move and immobilizing the newbies coming here to refine their skills.’ Today, his job wouldn't be so much as for slaying the creatures surrounding the adventurers as it would be for him to save them. The difficulty marked it as intermediate, but considering the fact that the hole hasn't changed in size as of yet nor has any major breakage nearing the top, bottom and middle portions where the cave starts?

Many who went in most definitely didn't come out. That raises the difficulty, because that means- “Alot of victims to teleport.” Made the purple dragon smile. More gold equals less work for him to be bothered with in the future, as the difficulty had essentially jumped from intermediate to advanced. “Let's get this started.”

Especially since it was going to be a long day. First, the entrance. As soon as he went past a certain distance, the entrance behind him came to a reality warping close, barriers now preventing him from ever leaving until the boss was defeated. Par for the course. What wasn't was the body in front of him. “Seriously?” There was a reason seasoned adventurers left this place to some of the more beginning members of their enlarging society. This was one. “How did you manage to lose to the slimes?”

It had to be intentional. Slimes were the runts of what someone would clear on this level and this kobold, lo and behold, was not only unable to likely slay any, but from the moaning, intentionally threw themselves at the bulbous creatures. He didn't have to be told, he had eyes. No flab, with the belly bulging out and covering the main entryway, scales stretching over the red marks on the skin, with arms dangling, barely noticeable from the way they were sucked in. The tail behind was thrashing about and seeing how the chest was relatively untouched save for some slight sag and green glow? He grimaced. “Look man, if you're looking for pleasure, there's devices out there specifically to give it without you… clogging up the entrance like this.”

All he got in return was a burp before he dug his hand deep into their navel. There- God, he could barely push in, squealing creaks and some slight movement from the Kobold being the only thing giving him any push back. Meaning… “Alright, damn it-” He snaps the fingers on his left hand and slowly, but surely, brings the deathly close to exploding scalie down enough pegs for him to then quickly push back into a portal. He growls as he begins moving forward, feeling the belt around his waistline tighten, pants no different. “One down…”

“Many more to go.”

Alright, second level. Crystals lined the walls, decorating in a multitude of beautiful colors, reflecting off of one another in dancing lights, refracting off of a single white beauty above his head showing off a rainbow. Felt almost like a rave, without such colorful eye benders twisting and spinning around. “Heuuuuurllo?” Of course this wasn't the reason he was here. “Somebody there?”

“Yes yes, hello.”

Big cat, massive pus- Kitty. This one didn't look too bad. Good sweltering ass, sweat building, tail straight as stone, with the shirt ripped and without the total blobification that he'd usually see among any cake golem victims? Why, he might actually hug the bastard in front of him… Well, “Hmm?” Something was odd. There was something in front of the feline. He walks around and immediately slaps his face, dragging his claws down. Mirrors- Reflecting not only the light between the crystals, but anything that would've otherwise stood right up front, such was the result of the two additional masses jiggling around, flab dancing aside the sharpened pickling that drew blood whenever they so much as moved. “Anyone wanna explain how you managed to lose to a golem?”

“Not- Particularly nouuu.”

“... Yeah, let's just get you out of here.”

One, two, three. Three taps, suckling in a bit of mass, to make it easier to transport the masses across the dimensional barrier keeping them all inside, another inch dragging him down- And another belch to keep his tucked clothing from exploding off. “Two down-”

“Eight to go.”

What was this now? Three? No, four. Four people and counting and he was already feeling like the coat he wore was showing some stretch, especially around the backside- His tail thrashes a bit, slamming into a stalagmite and smashing it to bits. He breathes in. It doesn’t matter. Luckily, there were ways to get rid of the weight given some gold he’ll gain from these small ventures. So a little extra on his backside shouldn’t matter that much.

At least he thinks so. Third floor wasn’t much different save for the look of shining potential jewelry covering the walls and decorating the floor like he was a part of some child’s dreams for riches. Supposedly one could go out of their way to mine the ore out, as it's constantly replacing itself on a constant basis, as noted by Gerald after he had thrown himself deep inside here with a pickaxe and a grabbag ready to fill up. Too bad though- He feels something crunch under his feet and going to check it, he sees a bug, covered in emerald green. He had never seen anybody so wide bodied that it took five floors before their concordia of a body finally stopped, jiggling included. Placed is trapped up, with a wide variety of insects ready to use any soul they capture as vats-

Such was the case for a hot bellied dragonborn much like himself.

Floor four, five, six and seven followed each other, mimicking parts of floor one, two and three, with some minor changes as to how the creatures functioned, bouncing, both metaphorically and literally, between the different types of expansion that he’d come to know as he got older, though with how many birthday candles and pieces of chocolate cake he could see splotched upon some faces, as well as the torn apparels and lacking pants suited for those with or without a pair, he could say he was getting closer- Well, as close as he could waddling. “God damn it.” While he could enjoy some minor growths here and there and maybe get away with something major if he had the mind to push back when it counted, lipomancy isn’t exactly the most refined art when it comes to pushing weight off of one’s self. There was a reason he appointed himself stretchy covering robe below the waist and a beautifully matching hood to match, but even that had limits, as shown before his ass was bare for everyone to see.

Speaking of limits- The belt was clean off already, belly seeping below the waist like melted purple marshmallows, with the fur to match- His thighs were creasing against one another, before causing no issues, now becoming such a necessity to spread his stance to prevent further scratching and his chest felt like they were billowing; blowing up and pushing further out. If he had a choice in the matter, he’d blow all this weight onto someone to get more limber, but teleportation magic was ick when it came to transporting large quantities of any mass, non organic or otherwise. Whole reason he was pulling and pushing pounds off of these idiots-

Gurgles emanated from his paunch, rumbling within the sound collecting cavern he was now within. Dark-Vision allowed him to see further down the cave, enhanced by draconic blood, as the sound shot forward and returned with rolling balls in which he could recognize, stop and proceed down the steps of what to do with victims before going further down.

Between the tail or his neck, he didn’t know what got worse. The neck, as he walked down, kept climbing up, padding the line between his chin and the curvature that was his organic breathing apparatus, going in and out four times; waves of adipose preventing his vision from reaching any further than sixty five degrees and then there was the matter of the tail- His pants were long ripped, torn down the middle, exposing the bare double pumped up blue bombs that threatened to smack into anything even a whole five feet away, with how much it swayed side to side. But even that didn't compare to the tail.

Most of the time, whenever he didn't use magic, he'd just swing his obtuse body around and slam his log sized whipper like a battering ram, the first time being when he had to make room to get through the ever thinning entrances to the floors below, the second when he had to, unintentionally, sideswipe a underweight side kick he could’ve had, knocking them out and forcing him to expend yet another inch of stamina just to transport them back to the tavern. If his globular cheeks bouncing up and down wasn’t enough, maybe the extra centimeters on the fingers, palm and wrist would prevent him from lifting above the chest would prove to him that perhaps he should’ve come a bit more prepared for the journey and read the damn paper again before arriving here.

“Just a few-” He clasps his maw as he burps, gray smoke blowing out the nose. “More steps-”

He could smell it from the ninth floor. Sugar replacing sweat, frosting replacing rock- He could feel his feet sink into the marshmallow ground. The exit into the tenth floor was just before him, his eyes beaming towards the delights in front of him, from the chocolate underground river to the candified Kobolds roaming the surrounding orbs. The last of the many he’d have to add to his own, to saunter along the stone with. He rubbed his legs, giving the extra cushioning he was provided with during the duration of days of travel some much needed help. His ankles felt damaged to the bone, thickets of lard coating beneath the velvety fur, with his toes and fingers no different than the sausages he had for breakfast. Moving felt like he was on a swing, moobs shakily dancing alongside the caken dance floor that was his stomach, ass dropping to the floor before he could even think to sit down, if such bulbous asscheeks touching the floor already was to be counted for such an action. Laborious? More like anchoring.

“Huh?” An anchor of which was preventing any more movement. “What the hell?!-”

Was it the people? Maybe the food he ingested over the course of what felt like ten days of traveling? Whatever was the case, whatever could’ve been, was pushed aside into the next of his mind, right behind slight panic. His tail thrashed, slamming into the exit, ass joining in the swinging as pieces of candy cane began to fall. He was big, sure, perhaps even a hog in comparison to how much he was forced to pack on, though surely the orbs behind him, acting as parachutes with how much it was pulling him backwards, taunting his every throttling swing left and right.

His ears could hear panic as he tried to wedge the entrance a tad bit wider, dozens of citizens living below ground now meeting the odd end of a hardy red and white piece goodness, running around, leaving those who couldn't move to their own-

“THE EARTH IS SHAKING!”

“THE SKY IS FALLING!”

“THE AIR IS TREMBLING!”

“FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

He… didn't know why that one Kobold cursed. But the shadow looming over him wouldn't give him time to properly understand the situation ahead of him. “Oh fu-”

. . . . .

“Ha. Called it.”

Soon as that dragon decided to grab hold of that specific parchment, he figured he’d be seeing his purple derg soon enough. “I’m surprised! Fifty people this time around, with some of them looking quite small!” The orange beast pressed a claw into the stretched scales of Void, gingerly giving this new body of theirs a proper squeeze. A good belch exited their mouth, space like stars following the gargantuan scale in front of him. “Nearly the height of my roof!~”

“S-shut up.”

Adorable. Really, it was! Here Camble was, waltzing around this staircase of warmth, checking in the details he knew Void was going to get himself into. Best part? It was fat… Palpable. “HEY!” Squeezable. “Come on man-” Bountiful. “Grr-”

Fat. Another belch. “Smells like cake. Don’t suppose you read the fine print when it is mentioned below right?” From the way their cheeks flopped to the right, eyes diverted? No. “Golem, cake golem might I add. Did you seriously not think twice before you got yourself stuck by the tenth level?”

No answer. “Not an ounce of clothing to your name, besides the hood which is barely able to hold your nips back.” If he could reach, he’d give them a proper squeeze and maybe a twist. “Looking like breasts from how supple they are. Bet I could get some milk out of these things yeah?~”

No answer. “Did you really think I accidentally lowered the difficulty again?” No answer. Camble smiled. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.” He pats their tail, dragging a hand down the table smasher. “I was… expecting you to become this.”

“And seeing as you’re quite literally too big to enter your own home, I suppose I could make some room for you within my domicile while I… Somehow press that weight away.”

“J-just geuuu-et me a lipomancer!”

“You know how expensive that is?”

“Then someone so I can transfer all of… all of… this!”

“Oh come on, it won’t be that bad! After all~”

“You’re with me honey~”

Void's face turned white, the shade of purple dipping out as the blob began to be rolled off. He tried to flap, but naught did it when their bodily portions were above a house.“I’ll make sure all your stuff is well paid off! Room, servicing and food of course will be available for you until I can secure the funds necessary to pull your weight down!” Camble chuckled. “Of course, until then, you’ll live with me.”

“God damn it-”


“Oh shoosh, it won’t be too bad. I’ll get some drapes and a privatized shower by the basement area.”

Void’s eyes ducked theirs, though… “Big boys like you need proper pampering~” That swishing tail tossing the chairs around was more than enough to get them going. “Month is gonna be fun, I’ll show you…”

“And I think you’ll begin to like it soon enough~”