Ember shows up

But Ember thought otherwise. "Hey, Cynder, look at what I brought you.''

Cynder didn't want to look. She knew she shouldn't look. Every remaining ounce of common sense told her to close her eyes and shut it out. But her nose would not be deigned as it followed the smell of delicious baked goods that slowly turned Cynders head to see the treat Ember held.

It was a cake. Three layers, whipped vanilla frosting, topped with caramel, fudge, and strawberries.

Despite her feelings her stomach growled with anticipation.

"Darn it Ember," Cynder muttered biting her lip, "I'm trying to lose weight. Look at me! I can't even go one round of training without collapsing in a sweaty heap. Your treats are amazing, but if this keeps up I won't be able to move, let alone fight."

And yet even as she said it Cynder felt a stirring in her loins. Every night for the last few days she'd had dreams of getting huge off of the sweets.. Sometime she grew so big she was enormous giantess, stomping across the countryside eating whole mountains. Other time she stayed the same height, but grew so thick with blubber she sank into a sea of herself.

"Please Ember," Cynder almost begged even as she allowed the pink dragoness to bring the cake closer and cut her a slice, "You can't keep doing this. I'll... I'll burst."

It wasn't the first time Ember heard this from Cynder and knew how to work around this. She only had to get one crumb into her and the black dragoness will be broken in.

"Come on, Cynder," Ember coaxed, waving the slice of cake before her snout, "Just this one slice, I promise."

Cynder bit her lower lip. Her brain was screaming that this was a trap, but her stomach said calmly that's she should just eat it. She listened to her stomach.