A while later

Cynder found herself in a vicious cycle of eating, arousal, and self-loathing (less so the latter). She felt good despite being so big but her mind couldn't reconcile the idea. Being big seemed wrong and so it came off as a guilty pleasure which made her wonder if there was something wrong with her. This depressed her so she ate whatever was offered which only fueled her growth and in turn fueled the cognitive dissonance of both liking and hating her size.

Everything Ember offered her now Cynder mindlessly swallowed. Or tried to. Sometimes now she was so packed with food it was like that day at the restaurant (Cynder couldn't recall how long ago that was) where the food packed into her so tight it filled her stomach and throat to capacity. The tightly packed mass inched along as she digested it, but she might as well have been hose fed all the food stuffed into her.

As a matter of fact, Ember had figured out a way to do just that. Well, sort of. She had figured out how to make food levitate and fly up the the immobile dragonesses maw, who ate them without hesitation.

It left her only to watch as Cynder swelled bigger, her lions still aching. She decided to stop it for now and give Cynder her daily massage. Ember flew up to the black dragoness' massive buttcheeks and began to rub and knead them, causing Cynder to moan.

"You know, Cynder, it mustn't be fun to be stuck like this all the time," she said, "Why don't I get something that will make you mobile for a while."

Cynder responded with ulp as she fought off the urge to fall into a food coma, like she did so many times before. Ember had an idea with a spell, and after returning back to her dorm with a spell books, she managed to cast it.

Cynder body began to shake, and to the black dragoness' amazement she stood up! Granted very clumsily, but she could actually walk again!

Though, she seemed like a black whale that had grown legs.

It was less true walking or even waddling though as Cynder's belly refused to leave the ground by even so much as an inch. But the friction under her was greatly reduced and her legs had popped and cracked, extending out just long enough she could press her fat claws to the ground and push herself along.

The term 'seal-like' might have been the best way to describe her movements.