A while later

Ember was watching as Cynder's form swelled even bigger as she munched on the cake and various sweets. She could feel her lions begin to heat up.

"Oh, this is so hot!" She thought to herself,fighting the urge to reach under herself and stroke her hardening clit.

Ember had made piece with the fact that she was attracted to weight gain and stuffing. It was her fetsih, and she could do noting about it except enjoy it.

She also mad price with the fact that she was bisexual. It wasn't something that was crowned upon in dragon society. Ember knew a few dragonesses that liked girls as well. She just never expected that she will be attracted to girls as well.

She wanted to take this desire of hers further, but she wasn't sure if Cynder had the same feelings.

Cynder herself was beginning to fall into a daze. She had times of clarity where she remembered things like training and combat and... other things. But now nearly two thirds of her time awake were spent eating. And it showed.

Cynder was massive. All her limbs were cones of fat that she could only bend halfway at the knees and even less at her hips. The rest of her body looked more like a lumpy yam than a dragoness. Her torso was bloated almost as big around as she had been tall. Both her neck and her tail were tapering cones of adipose that extended out from her middle. Cynders wings even looked smaller as they protruded from her hill of a backside.

Cynder moaned as she slurped up another doughnut and moaned as her body gurgled and sloshed constantly. "Pleashe, Ember," she moaned through apple sized chubby cheeks making her lisp, "No....more..." Cynder groaned and sloshed. And though she weakly begged not to be fed any more calorie heavy food, she still ate everything Ember put in front of her without control.

Ember was getting a strange thrill out of this. She loved stuffing the morbidly obese dragoness, watching her swell bigger with each morsel she consumed. Her burning cunt could give witness to that.

She ignored Cynder's pleading, pretending that they were just having a polite conversation. "I was thinking that we should go somewhere again," she said, "Granted,mobility is hard for you, but I can hire a few porters to carry you around. But first, I think you'll need a bath to wash off all does sticky sweets from your...big body."

Cynder groaned. What was wrong with Ember? Why didn't she listen? More importantly, what was wrong with her? She, like Ember, were aroused too, up to the point where it was painful. She wanted release, but she was far too embarrassed to ask.