The Story

You know, Naven’s never been tall, not for his entire life. Which for him, is pretty damn frustrating as a dragon. Well, dragon people. Like many kemonomimi, his clan are essentially human-bodied but with horns and a tail. That, and the incredibly long lifespan. But coming from a long line of tall and strong dragons, whether you were looking at the women or the men, it was clear that he should have inherited those same traits, you know? Because damn, they were all HOT.

Not just fire-breathing hot, either, that part was obvious. No, they were all buff, chiseled guys, or fit curvy women. No one was just skinny and wimpy, or nerdy, or fat. Most importantly, none of them were SHORT. Naven? Nah, he hits what he likes to call “the loser jackpot.” Where he was the scrawny nerdy dragon of the family, couldn’t seem to build any muscle for the life of him, and damn if he would ever dare to enjoy too much food. Then he’d still be short, but chubby, too, so that didn’t work out.

So, as a sulking short dragon would do, this one finds himself being a broody 5’3” dragon as always. Kicking random cans or other trash, his bare feet softly padding onto the grass as he turns a corner to walk up a hill, hoping to find a place to just plop down and brood. Like dragons do. He’s only a few paces in, still kicking away: grass, small rocks, nothing, and then…

“Ow! What the hell?” Naven cries out, stubbing his town on something.

Kneeling down to take a closer look, he could only see a small glimpse of metal buried in a small mound of dirt. Or so that’s what he could see. With a brush of his fingers, it looks more like a brass ring or.. is it a handle? With furrowed eyebrows, Naven hooks a finer inside it and tries to pull. It doesn’t budge.

“What..?” he mutters to himself, going to pull it a little hard this time. A little movement this time! “Alright, come on, show me what the hell I almost stepped on.”

Deciding on a proper yank this time, the mysterious objects finally slipping free from the ground. But too easily this time, the at which Naven pulled sending him flying backwards. He sees the oil lamp in his hand, his hooked finger apparently having kept a decent grip on the handle, spinning a couple times before flying off. Landing on his back, his head impacting the soft ground and grass as the old lamp lands nearby.

“Ow! Geez…” he mutters, rubbing the back of his head, though it doesn’t hurt and looking around him before finally spotting the bronze oil lamp. “Huh. You look like you’re from that one movie, with the--”

“With the blue genie, yes,” comes a voice behind him, causing Naven to jump with surprise.

“What the fuck!” he shouts, trying to turn to find the source of the voice. Instead only to find himself flopped onto his back again from moving too quickly and losing his balance.

“Hahaha. Here, let me help you up, small one,” the voice comes again, a bronze-toned hand extended towards him, his skin seemingly glowing.

Pushing the hand aside, Naven immediately scrambles back to his feet, feeling indignant at his words. “I’m not sh--, you know what, just who do you think you are to… to…. tall…” His words seem to fail him as he finally looks up to see the person the voice and the hand is attached to. Standing before him is a very tall, and very fit handsome man smiling down at the short dragon kemonomimi. His mustache glistening, perfect teeth almost shining, with a trimmed goatee and black hair pulled back into a ponytail. A single small golden ring is looped through one of his earlobes. The man’s skin is subtly glowing, making him look as magical as he is handsome.

The handsome stranger crosses his arms across his bare chest, golden shiny bracelets shaky slightly as they settle together. The only clothing the man seems to be wearing doesn't appear to be foreign to Naven’s home, though, just some white slacks with a simple black leather belt securing it around the waist.

However, all of this didn’t matter to Naven, at this moment. No, instead it’s the most outstanding fact about him: his height. More specifically, he would have to guess that his man appears to be standing just over nine feet tall!

“H-how.. um… jeez, you’re tall…” the dragon can’t seem to help but fumble his words, his jealous and possible attraction causing him to blush.

“No worries,” the man says with a kind and warming smile, “I am a genie. That lamp is a portable version of my home, if you will. When someone finds it, they summon me, and I will grant them one wish of their choosing.”

A wish? Truly? Naven’s finding this a little hard to believe, but then again when his eyes meet the visage before him and his kind brown eyes, any feeling of doubt only seems to wash away. In its place is a feeling of comfort and warmth… and an indescribable feeling of strength. And while he is not quite sure if this is a dream, he certainly didn’t want it to be.

A wish, huh?

“Oh! A-a-a wish. W-well… should I make this wish now?” the short dragon asks, still feeling the heat on his cheeks.

“If you would like,” the genie replies patiently, his gaze still holding its warm and inviting expression.

“O-oka, good. Um… I… want to be bigger. No no, I want to be the biggest dragon in my clan!” Naven practically shouts these words, a feeling of pride and accomplishment welling up inside him. Finally, he’d no longer be so short, or the runt of the family. He would finally be…, uh be… wait.

“Wish granted,” the genie replies, his smile still warm but ever so subtly looking a little devious now. Not evil, no. More like… a game.

That same feeling of being filled so much, the one Naven had only assumed to be that he made the right choice, keeps building. Getting stronger, more intense. Pulsing, moving through his body, making his skin, muscles, even down to his very BONES tingle with energy.

“Yes, yes, oh god, this is-- uh, wait. W-what’s going on?” the short dragon looks down to himself, feeling so incredibly good and powerful. Waiting any moment now to start growing taller, more muscular. Instead, as some of the energy welling up inside his body begins to focus around his stomach, his hand moves to touch it just as…

“A-am I… wait, am I getting fatter?” the words leave him just as he feels his stomach start to push out against his hand, his chest softening and bulging around the shoulders. His pants grow snug, then tight as his thighs and butt begin to expand with their own fat. The entire time, that same feeling, that same energy is still building up inside of him as his entire body tingles and skin stretches. Strangely, at least for Naven, it doesn’t hurt.

His clothes grow tight, beginning to rip and shred as his body continues to expand bigger and heavier, unimpeded by mere fabrics and buttons. The buttons on his shirt pull tight and tighter, pale pink flesh bulging through the gaps. Every one of them straining more and more as the fabric pulls further and further apart, his pants stretching thinner as the pounds pile on.

“Why, yes. Yes you are, short one,” the genie answers, his warm smile settling into a proper grin now. Naven still doesn’t feel any malice coming from the handsome being before him at all, looking into his eyes and only seeing a sense of playfulness.

The short dragon man opens his mouth to speak but is simply cut short as his shirt busts apart, exposing his jiggling flabby gut and softened chest for all to see. Naven’s cheeks grow hot from the embarrassment, his hands futilely trying to cover his exposed body, even as his stomach and chest continue to puff out fatter and fuller. His pants straining more as small rips and tears start to sound out, Naven’s belly puffing out larger and larger.

The now 600lbs dragon, his newly obtained weight too much to bear, finds himself falling down onto… a chair?

Blinking, he looks around, finding himself suddenly seated on a wide and cushioned chair. In front of him is a large banquet-length table piled with food, and not just any food either. From end to end, every inch that had room there was some kind of fattening, sweet, or salty food to be consumed. Chickens roasted and covered with thick honey glaze, much like the several hams dotting the table. Several fried foods, too, including fries, chicken tenders, tater tots, battered fish. The unmistakable aroma of many different pastas all mixed in with the rest.

At one end of the table, as if to not get lost in the vast array covering the rest of it, sit a massive pile of desserts. Ranging from single layer to massive cakes of various flavors, gallons of ice creams, donuts, donut holes, cinnamon rolls, and over a dozen other pastries. Frozen custards, milkshakes, syrup, chocolate milk and candies. The view of it all is incredibly imposing, almost intimidating, to the point where no one could fault you for thinking the table’s being weighed down by it all.

And for any other table, it would. It’d probably even flip over.

“Ah, that is better,” the genie speaks up, having allowed the obese dragon time to take everything in. “As fun as it is to watch you explode out of your clothes to grow – as you asked for – bigger, I thought we could change things up a bit.”

“W-wait, this isn’t what I meant when--” Naven tries to protest but the handsome genie simply raises a hand, silencing him mid-sentence. Not in a magical sense either.

“It’s no problem, you don’t need to thank me. I’m just fulfilling your wish, after all,” he says, a great sense of pride on his face and in his voice as he continues, “You wished to be the biggest dragon in your clan, and you will be. In fact, by the end of this, you will probably be the fattest dragon in the world. Now, let’s celebrate your amazing progress so far with this massive feast I decided to prepare for you!”

“Wait, wha--” Naven didn’t get to finish, as a large pan of pasta immediately floats off the table and straight over to him. An overpowering aroma reaches him, steam rising, a sure sign it’s hot and fresh. Much to his surprise, though, as the pan tips over and the contents begin to pour into his mouth, it’s not too hot at all. And while in the back of his mind he knows it’s because of the genie’s magic, the pasta’s at just the perfect temperature.

Which makes it all the more incredibly delicious, and as much as he wishes to fight against it, to fight against becoming even fatter, it quickly becomes clear he’s fighting a losing battle. So clear that he simply opens his mouth again when the next pan came up and began to dump it’s delicious contents into him. Same with the chickens and hams as they tear pieces off of themselves to feed him. Quickly chewing and swallowing, the fattening dragon briefly gets to enjoy each flavor as they pass through his lips, over his tongue and down into his stomach where it immediately digests into more fat to pile onto his growing frame.

And grow he does. Bite after bite, swallow after swallow, his clothes rip and shred apart. First his shirt, then his pants and underwear. His huge body spread bigger and wider, more and more space taken up in the chair, his belly surging forward and outwards Covering his knees, past them, and quickly inching down as he continues to grow fatter and fatter. Without needing to do a single thing, move any part of his body except to chew, swallow, and open wide for more food to be shoved in to be consumed to make him even bigger.

700 pounds, 800 pounds, 900! The onslaught of food is as intense as it is massive, as every bit of food seemingly queues up in a line to feed themselves to the now immobile dragon, to feed his expansion. His sides spread wider in the chair, his ass raising him higher as it grew bigger and bigger. Naven’s arms, having unmoved from his sides ever since he was sat in the chair and feast began, softened and been piling on their own fat as they’re now more akin to pillows than limbs.

The most impressive, expansive even, is his massive belly. As the fattening continues, the table soon nearly empty save for desserts, his belly hits the ground and swells larger and further in front of him. The food served to him, forcibly fed, brings the dragon to over 1,500 lbs of adipose. Each movement, breath, chew and swallow shaking his body just ever so slightly, his skin glistening in the midday sun with a light sheen of sweat.

As the feeding soon winds down, all that’s left now are the desserts, and a 2,200 lb ball of lard. Panting, heavy, impossibly stuck in a chair that refuses to break and simply overflowing with his massive immobile body.

“Oh fuck. I can’t believe I did this again,” he manages to mutter through his heavy cheeks. The genie smiles at him, a kind and genuine laugh emanating from his chest as he hears those words.

“Again? Small one, I’m sorry to hear that I misunderstood your wish, but it’s already made. Now, how about some dessert?”