The Dragon's Hunger
"May I have some more?" You ask, leaning forward some to reach a bottle. She smirks.
"Of course~!" She hands you a jug.
You eagerly chug its contents, at least a gallon of potion in one sitting. The bottle was a mere cup. You let out a satisfied burp, and pat your once more growing midriff. Shifting into a more comfortable position, you watch as your midsection expands outwards with a series of gurgles and groans from within. But your massive gut isn't the only thing putting on rapid pounds. Your arms grow thicker, and your bum gets a series of layers to accommodate your heavier form.
"Of course~!" She hands you a jug.
You eagerly chug its contents, at least a gallon of potion in one sitting. The bottle was a mere cup. You let out a satisfied burp, and pat your once more growing midriff. Shifting into a more comfortable position, you watch as your midsection expands outwards with a series of gurgles and groans from within. But your massive gut isn't the only thing putting on rapid pounds. Your arms grow thicker, and your bum gets a series of layers to accommodate your heavier form.