“W-Wait…you’re not listening!” The strained, hopeless voice managed to call out once more before it was silenced by a long, satisfied swallow that filled the air and sent a chill down the spines of those around to view the scene unfolding before them.

Durge was quite large, and thanks to his build he really never had to take ‘no’ for an answer, especially when he spotted something that he wanted. He came to the instructed building, waited around, exchanged in /very/ brief conversation, and was promised free snacks all the while for his troubles. What he did not foresee was the delay in the photo shoot, which had the large, beast of a dragon standing there waiting for his prize(s) as the workers fumbled around and argued with one another. Perhaps the associates assigned to work with ‘the talent’ were generally inept, or perhaps ill prepared, but rather than ask the first one he spotted walking past him, Durge decided that the stagehand would do well enough to make up for the free food he had been promised.

There was a struggle, if one could call it that, but the dragon effortlessly plucked up the smaller, much more frantic form and casually began to feed it past his waiting lips with a satisfied rumbling. No words were given, save for a few ones that the dragon’s prey offered up in protest, but they fell deaf on the scaled predator’s ears who just wanted to add to the already impressive gut that adorned itself so masterfully in the center of his muscular body. Durge simply swallowed, showing no signs of strain or hesitation while he let his prey drop down into his gullet, claiming it down his esophagus like just another simple meal, only this one wiggled about, which of course made things far more interesting for the towering brute. His powerful, reptilian jaws and gullet were perfect in aiding him claim his snack, one lewd, wet gulp at a time that began to showcase a light bulge swelling in his muscular throat and chest. By the time he had taken his last swallow, it seemed that the photographers had found their inspiration to hasten their efforts and organize themselves for the shoot, same with the other staff. They made a point to avoid getting too close to ‘the talent’ of course though, even as he finished off his snack.

Just as the dragon’s lips had sealed up, another one joined the small crowd in the secluded portion of the large, open room, looking and sounding a bit embarrassed. “Hey, sorry I’m late, but I was told to come here an-”

“Shh! Quiet on set, and since you’re late stay out of the way. Now is not the best time to talk, we need to finish up and get to work,” a stern voice hushed the intern who was clad in only a bathrobe. It seemed that the one who was eager to assist had no idea that he had been selected to provide /as/ a snack for the dragon they were entertaining for the evening, but due to tardiness Durge took it upon himself to partake in whatever was within an arm’s reach.

Even as the cameras flashed and the weight in his stomach helplessly offered weak squirms and nudges from within his gut, the dragon calmly stroked over his mid-section and cleaned off his lips. Perhaps the large fellow had room for an intern or two, and the hungry gaze he fed the photographers made them think twice before sending off the robe-clad one so quickly.

“On second thought…hang around; we’re probably still going to need you before this is done.”
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Oh dear, it seems that  DurgeTakanawa , this month's guest, is helping himself to whatever he wants, but thankfully we here at Bulge have a large, delectable generous staff that is always willing to go the extra mile for our projects and our guests!

Lines by  Byser Color by  NikyKita Text by  Jizzal