you know how dragons like to eat gems/shiny things? maybe the minerals make them gain fast.....or theres some object vore ideas to be had there
maybe a mage/unicorn/dragon bf who can produce all the gems he would want. idk
The dragon was, not by natural design but rather through human intervention, a large and lazy thing.
It started when, back in the dragon's more muscular days, it had saved the kingdom's princess from kidnappers. The king had sent a nice thank you gift, and coincidentally that year the harvest was exceptionally good.
Thus, the superstitious humans decided the more they offered to the dragon the better their kingdom would be. Offerings rolled in: gold, jewels, but mainly livestock. As the dragon's hoard grew, so did its body, until its belly scraped the ground as it waddled and it lost the ability to fly.
Of course, that would soon seem so small in comparison.
"We are proud to offer ten cows, the finest from the local farms!"
The dragon regarded the diplomat with boredom, laying atop a pile of treasure and watching as the profession of offerings was brought in.
"We hope you enjoy them, and see fit to-" the diplomat was cut off by crunching bone and gulping as the dragon made short work of the cows. The most exercise it got these days was lowering its head to snap up dinner.
"Um… well… and the king also sends his mage with a gift!" The diplomat stood aside, allowing a thin man with thick brown hair and a nervous demeanor to step up.
"Um, my gift, your gloriousness…" he said. "Is magic."
"I have plenty of my own magic," the dragon said dismissively.
"Oh, no, I mean the gift is enchanted not-" the mage cleared his throat and lifted up a gleaming gem.
Or rather, several gems, round and purple, gathered together to appear like a bunch of grapes, with emerald leaves.
"Edible treasure," he said. "Because you've grown too heavy to hunt-"
The dragon growled a little, eyes narrowing.
The mage paled. "Um, well- you see- I thought it might make things easier for you if you had a way to make sure you never go hungry." The dragon picked up the gems as the mage continued to explain, and waved the diplomat off, wanting to be alone with this clever and considerate gift giver.
"One gem alone is enough to fill your stomach complet-" the mage paled again as the dragon opened its maw and dropped the whole bunch down its gullet. "Oh… oh no um… that's too much-"
The dragon's stomach gurgled and groaned before starting to rapidly expand.
The dragon let out a surprised sound as its belly swelled, its legs grew thicker and heavier as did its tail. Chins multiplied and its neck thickened so fat it could barely move its head up and down anymore.
At the end, its feet barely touched the ground, its legs pushed wide by the enormous squishy gut that threatened to lift the dragon entirely off the ground. Its wings, which had already been useless at its former weight, looked comically small now.
The mage stared with wide eyes as the dragon struggled with its new weight.
"I'm sorry! I should have warned you faster!" He threw himself into a bow on the ground, only to be startled as he was lifted back up to his feet.
"How soon can you make more?" The dragon asked, flopping onto its side and rubbing its belly happily. "I've never felt so full… I'm going to take a nap, and you're going to enchant the treasure in this cave."
"All of it?" The mage's heart pounded as he looked around at all the treasure.
"All of it." The dragon gave the mage a look that was either lustful or possessive, and honestly the mage liked either option a whole lot.
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oh, this one's getting the rare mature marker- (WIP)
The problem with surrounding yourself with friends who are, who draw, or who stim about fat dragons is odds are almost certain you will turn into one.
This is my day now, 120 tons of scaly dumpling, thanks guys...
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