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Chapter 12 by gite gite

What does Ember do?

She agrees

"S-sure," said Ember, blushing, a hunt if glee in her voice

Cynder gave a soft 'urp' as Ember placed her claws on her belly, the threat of some food coming back up there for a moment, but Cynder kept it down and found her stomach relaxed as Ember worked it over and around in her claws. Though she tried to stay awake, sleep suddenly hit Cynder like a ten ton hammer and the black dragoness was soon snoring away.

For a moment Ember considered stopping the belly rub, but then an idea occurred to her. She'd been casting her magic on food she cooked and then served to Cynder, but she was beginning to suspect there were side effects. Cynder had been looking a little different after her last couple meals. What if Ember cast the spell on the food still in Cynders stomach before it fully digested?

Despite concerns, curiosity won out and Ember began casting the spell as her clawed hands rubbed and rolled over Cynder's large dome of a belly.

"Well," she theorized, "not much. The spell only enhances the foods flavor. The most that can come out of it is that the food in her belly might digest faster."

Cynder seemed to experience some discomfort from her packed belly, judging by the grimaces she made in her sleep. She decided to cast it in order to relieve some pain, but little did she know she was half right about her theory.

The moment she casted the spell, it altered her stomach and taste buds as well. It did make the food digest faster, her body switching it immediately over to fat, but it also made her stomach harder to full with its rapid digestion.

Any type of food also tasted delicious to her, regardless its quality. Unintentionally, Ember had created a nonstop eating machine!

In fact even as she slept Cynder was dreaming about consuming more and more food. As her body softened and thickened with new layers of digested foodstuffs in the real world, in her dream she sprawled on a bed, consuming delicious cakes, whole roasts, buckets of buttery mashed potatoes and gravy, and loads more. It all floated to her mouth on after another in the dream and she swallowed it just as fast.

Some part of her wondered what she was doing, but in the usual sense of dream logic she was only mildly concerned as she wondered about her expanding body. Her figure grew and thickened, limbs lengthened and her neck and tail stretched, but even as they did they couldn't keep up with her body which swelled into a massive hill of black and red scales. Her limbs were thickening into cones of fat as she seemed to just balloon in all directions. And still she had to have more....

What happens next?

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