Blubbery Beating Redux

A full and hearty belch joined the drunken choruses and boastful chatter as it escaped from the maw of a satisfied kitsune seated on a bar stool, with his massive rump covering the seat completely, “Haaaaah, that was good. Another one!” He bellowed before sliding the tankard back to the horse innkeeper, who caught it expertly.

“Yessir.” The horse nodded before going to a barrel containing ale and filling the tankard once more with caramel-colored liquid, “Would you like another round of food as well? And maybe I could just bring the barrel over to you?” He added cheekily.

“Ah…” The kitsune chuckled before pawing the bloated ball of white furred flesh pushing against the bar that was his belly, “Well sure! I’ll eat and drink as much as you’ll spare!” He laughed heartily.

“Coming right up, sir!” The horse nodded eagerly before rolling the partially full barrel of ale to where the fox could reach it and disappearing into the kitchen to get his customer more food.

If it was any indication, this rather corpulent individual guzzling down the barrel’s remaining contents was quite a famous fellow. He was an adventurer by the name of Rauken A. Ricin who was enjoying the spoils of his adventures in relative peace. Over the years he’d earned quite a name for himself, deposing nefarious leaders, helping the poor, and exploring dangerous dungeons, all in a quest to find out more about his past. Admittedly he’d become distracted from that goal due to the glaring light of becoming famous, but all that exploring gave him a deep reserve of stories to entertain people with. And there was one story that he considered a crowning achievement.

Several years back, when he was still relatively fresh in the field of adventuring, he encountered a dragon. To most, this would be rather boring due to the number of dragon slaying stories flowing around. However, this dragon was by many accounts a god… or at the very least hard to kill. During their first fight, Rauken had lost, finding that the dragon’s hide was particularly tough, even for his rare blade, and that the beast could somehow reflect spells back to their caster. It was enough to send the kitsune into a fit of rage that only the words of a kind wolf could bring him out of. It was also because of teamwork with this wolf that he finally bested his foe. In short, he fed the lizard until he popped. And thus he ended the reign of a supposed god and saved the lives and food supply of countless towns.

It was his first major victory and it set him on the path of subsequent quests. And it was the success of these quests that softened out previously rough personality and chubby form... well, it actually further softened up his fat form. Another result of that crown jewel of a story was a fatter kitsune than the one that was present at its start, bloated from a mixture of reflected magic and epic feasting. He did try to slim back down after that adventure, to varying degrees of success. Now though, the adventurer didn’t really mind the blubber that resulted from all the attention he was getting.

The kitsune sitting at the bar was well above average, reaching at over seven and a half feet thanks to magical spells and artifacts found on his journey and boasting a waistline of at least six feet. His arms and legs were decently toned, but the muscles were hidden underneath a layer of blubber. He wore expertly-made leather armor that covered his expanded chest failed to fully cover his quadruple keg sized belly, though still guarding his flabby arms and legs quite well. Jutting out from his bulging rear were four thick tails that wagged in anticipation for the feast, each tipped with platinum coloring and seeming to tingle with magical energy.

Below and his rotund face was what appeared to be a hood. It’s said he forged this armor based on information he’d found out about his parents. Others however dismiss it as the obese fox’s attempts at looking roguish while on an important mission. Either way, from how much he’d been eating and drinking, he might’ve wanted to consider getting it better fitted soon.

For the most part though, it seemed this would be another night of eating free food and drink till Rauken felt like he’d burst or fell out of his stool, the barkeeper being among those so receptive of the gluttonous vulpine because of the business he drew in. That is, until whispers from a nearby table reached his ears through all the other noises.

“Yeah, I heard about that dragon. He’s on his eighth or ninth village right now?” A bear guard asked a wolf across from him.

“That’s what I heard. Some menace claiming to be a god.” The wolf replied.

“Don’t they all claim that?” A shorter cat rogue asked.

“To a degree yeah.” The bear continued, “This one’s a rare sight though: a pink-maned, wingless dragon. Got a bounty on his head that’d set a new adventurer up with the finest armor and weapons.” That caused the rogue to get a grin on his face and the wolf to ponder whether it was possible to slay the dragon.

Pink fur? Wingless? Surely it couldn’t be… No way, I… we popped him so long ago. It can’t be him. The kitsune got up from the stool he sat on, exciting a creak from the wooden furnishing, and joined the trio at their table, “This dragon… could you tell me more about him?”

“Hm?” The bear looked to Rauken before nodding, “Sure thing. From the reports I heard he’s got grey scales and a magenta

belly ‘bout the size of a barn from all the gorging he’s been doing…” He shrugged, “This satisfy your curiosity? I mean, outside of him being wingless and reportedly being invulnerable, there’s not a lot of other stuff I can tell you.”

Rauken shook his fluffy head, “No, believe me you’ve helped out plenty.” It would seem his old foe didn’t go down so easily, “Could you tell me where he’s reportedly been?”

“Yeah sure.” The ursine nodded before telling the kitsune the names of the villages the dragon had decimated. And after getting a rain check from the barkeeper about the feast and such, he left for his room to see if he could trace a path and predict the next village the reptile would strike next.

That said reptile, the one that gave Rauken so much trouble that he went out of his way to get even with him, the one that gave Rauken a major boost to his career, was on his way to eleventh village. This dragon’s name was Centari Klaar. And true to the bear’s description, he possessed a large pinkish-red mane, grey scales, and magenta belly scales stretched over a gut that was… actually larger than a barn. He sported it rather well though, being around fifty feet at the shoulder and around one hundred sixty feet from bloated snout to rounding tail tip. However, it was enough of a weight to cause him to lumber as he made his way to the outskirts of a large village.

True to the story, he thought of himself as a god, even after his supposed ‘death’ at the paws of a mere mortal. In fact, him coming back from such an explosive end must’ve fed into that colossal ego right? No one knew for sure, certainly not the residents of the village. They were sounding the alarm as soon as a guard caught sight of the massive dragon.

Centari meanwhile didn’t care one bit, maintaining a sinister smile on his snout as he walked straight through a storm of arrows that bounced harmlessly off his scales. Foot soldiers were crushed as they ran in to try and chop at the behemoth’s underbelly and wobbling limbs.

“Foolish mortals,” The creature said in a mixture of a snarl and a chuckle, “Do you really think you can best me with mere toothpicks?!” He continued walking straight through the barrage of attacks heading into the village to do as he wished.

As with most dragons, he wasted no time in destroying the buildings as he strolled through the main street. And while he did this, he was busily eating up the food he could find, collecting them from the smashed treasure chests that were the buildings or scooping up the remains of street vendor carts and their delicious contents. Citizens fled from Centari’s rampage while brave guards tried to stop him, only to join the others who were flattened. The only silver lining about the attack was that the bloating dragon was taking his time, given that he’d stop to eat all of a destroyed building’s food supply before moving on. And as he gorged, his belly would gradually smoosh against the ground and expand outward to allow the drake to facilitate some movement while being so engorged.

Within the next few hours, Centari came out the other side of the village, leaving it completely destroyed and its residents in need of aid. He continued to waddle off into the distance, a victorious smile on his snout and another tally marked off on his list of destruction. And before he’d arrive at village number twelve, he’d take a quick nap and perhaps a few detours into the local pastures for snacks.

That would benefit Rauken; for it gave him time to plot out the course of Centari’s pillaging and find the next town he would

likely go to after this latest attack. Within a few days travel, he was walking through the gates of a reasonably large town and plodding down the street toward the castle that lie at its center, overlooking all that the local ruler governed over. From the fact everyone appeared on high alert, the kitsune guessed everyone knew that a dragon was on the way, or at least in the area. His goal was to receive an audience with the king in order to see if he could him to follow his strategy.

The weighty, heavily armored guards tried to stop him as he tried to go through the castle gates, but they soon recognized him as the famous adventurer he was and listened as he announced that he had urgent matters to discuss with the king. The pair were taken aback by the corpulent kitsune’s forwardness, but in the end elected to let the king hear him out, one leaving his post while leaving the other stood guard over the castle entrance. After all, he was pretty famous, and if he said he had urgent news he probably did.

It was a bit of a journey through the winding halls of the massive building, the guard helping him find his way to the king’s chamber. Once there, Rauken was asked to wait outside while they guard went in to announce that the ruler had a rather eager, and a very important visitor. Within a few moments the guard exited the king’s chambers and told him he could go in, standing by the door and watching the kitsune go in.

Inside Rauken found a big-bellied white horse with gold markings on his fur dressed in an extravagant robe and relatively small golden crown seated in a large throne. It looked like this fellow had seen a fair share of feasts and combat. He looked to his visitor with a warm smile,

“Ah, Rauken Ricin, titan of exploration.” The horse rose from the throne with his arms outstretched, and grand gut jostling with

the exertion. He was about as tall as the kitsune, and frankly, even more heavyset.

A hint of red started to grow on Rauken’s cheeks, “Hehe, well I’m glad you’ve heard of me.” His ears flattened.

“Oh but of course. Many from adventurers to merchants have spoken of your exploits.” The horse replied, “Ah, but where are my manners. My name is King Garom Sedal, and I do wish I could welcome you to my section of the kingdom under happier circumstances.”

“I take it you’ve heard of the dragon that’s been pillaging the towns and villages recently?” Rauken inquired, only to be met by a nod from the king.

“Indeed. I’ve placed my guards on high alert because of it, though I have my doubts on their effectiveness against this beast.” Garom explained, “Word has also reached my ears that he is invulnerable to nearly every attack capable of being used by a knight or wizard.”

“Well, what if I told you I had a way of subduing this beast?” Rauken asked, “However, it might sound a little crazy.”

A smile graced the muzzle of the horse though, a good sign he was on board before even hearing the idea, “If you can do that, I’ll throw the biggest feast you’ve ever had, and let you pick a treasure from the royal vault.”

The kistune merely chuckled, rubbing his belly, “I don’t know if you realize how many kings have made and delivered on that kind of offer… but I’m eager to find out if you can live up to that promise.” He coughed, “First thing’s first though; we need to take care of the dragon.”

“Of course. What is your plan?”

“Well…it’s basically to trap him with his own blubber.” Rauken explained, “You see I… heard a story about this one explorer who fed a similar dragon until he exploded, effectively ending his reign of terror.”

“Mhm…” Garom had an amused look on his face, “This explorer… would it be yourself perhaps?” He asked, “Remember, many stories have been told in these halls.”

“….Look don’t tell anyone about it alright?” The kitsune pleaded, flattening his ears, “I thought I got rid of that idiot a long time ago, and it’s embarrassing that he’s back from the dead.” He grumbled.

“That’s fine. There was apparently some merit to your madness.” The equine nodded in agreement, “After all, the likes of the creature wouldn’t be seen again until recently, so at the very least, you incapacitated him.” He bowed his head, “I would relish the chance of helping you subdue him again.”

Rauken perked up, “Really? You’ll accept my strategy?”

“Of course, though it seems you had something else to add to it? You mentioned something about trapping him, not bursting him.”

“Oh right.” The vulpine nodded, “You see, I think the only way to permanently get him to stop pillaging is make it to where he’s so fat he won’t be able to any more.”

“I see…” The horse rubbed his chin as he listened to the strategy they were going to use. What that exactly was… well it was less grand than the first attempt at slaying Centari. That also made it far simpler, even though it required the help and acceptance of every citizen in the town. They were reluctant as first, as Rauken’s

idea seemed too crazy and backwards to work. Still, their king had led them into a time of peace and had their best interests in his big heart. And Rauken was a famous adventurer with monster slaying as only part of his vast reputation. Gradually everyone came around to the idea and vowed to help in this madcap idea in whatever way they could over the ensuing days.

Meanwhile, the subject of this idea, Centari the bulging behemoth of a dragon, was lumbering his way toward the town Rauken was in, eager for a large meal and the chance to crush more diminutive knights and add another stronghold home of weaklings to his tally. His massive form wobbled and jiggled with each step he took and his belly gurgled in anticipation for his next meal. His green eyes fell on his next target. Only instead of being greeted by shouts and guards rushing out to battle him as he approached the entrance… he was met with praise. Cheers even!

“Hail, oh God!” The townspeople shouted with glee--forced glee, but Centari couldn’t tell the difference. They were all gathered outside their homes and businesses, boasting gifts of food, supposedly for the large reptile.

“What sorcery is this?” Centari commented, admittedly confused, “What has made you low-lives finally begin addressing me as I should be addressed?”

“Oh we’ve heard what you’ve done to the other villages you’ve gone through. No weapon can harm you and no spell has an effect on you.” Garom praised the dragon in return, “So, we’ve elected to make you our patron god! As you can see, the title comes with a great many benefits…”

Centari meanwhile looked to ponder over the proposition. He already knew he was a god. He didn’t need some group of giddy

anthros making him a god. Still, between exerting all that effort just to pry open some buildings to get at the food and just letting these idiots bring the food to him, the choice was clear, “Hmf, well I am glad you whelps have finally come around.” He sat down, “You don’t mind bringing your offerings directly to me, correct?” There was a bit of a threatening edge, as if to test the gathered anthros.

“Not at all!” The horse waved his paw and the gathered townsfolk and guards formed a procession that carried the various minor offerings of food to him. They consisted mainly of huge steaks, massive fowls, thick sausages, puffy pastries and many other foods that by themselves were enough to feed a family of four for several days.

The drake gobbled up each and every one of the offerings, his gut extending out further to the sides as the procession looped around for a couple repetitions, the townsfolk still bringing out plus-sized offerings for their ‘god’ to glut himself on. And thankfully, he was too busy belching and making a pig of himself to notice the scowls he was getting. When it was over about half an hour later he was huffing and puffing, rather content with a belly bulging out several cart lengths to the sides. All of that was probably what he would’ve gotten if he’d just decided to pillage the place…. nah, it was actually more than he would’ve gotten pillaging the place. Though a look would show he seemed somewhat disappointed, and perhaps somewhat hopeful, “Is that all?”

“Oh no, of course not.” The kingly steed shook his head. And with the wave of his hand, another wave of food was brought forth, this time coming from carts drawn by cattle. The first cart was well stocked with watermelons the size of the cart’s tires. The second contained assorted meats that were similar in size and feeding proportions to the ones initially offered by the residents. The third was overflowing with sacks of grains and the fourth was bursting at the boards with ultra-fattening pastries, “Please feel free to eat the cattle powering the carts as well.” To his word, the cattle

drawing the carts seemed almost… prepared for him, being very muscular and with bellies dragging along the ground.

“Yeah, you should find these offerings simply bursting with flavor.” One of the guards chuckled.

And Centari did something that was a shock a hooded kitsune in the crowd; he sweated. Beads of sweat ran down his brow as he looked over the multiple carts approaching him, “Err, good! What you offered me was merely an appetizer. I’ve decimated fishing villages with more food than what you started with…” He picked up the cattle of the first cart, snapping off the harness before busily eating the bovine whole. The doughy drake then went to work on the fruity contents of the cart to the tune of his gurgling belly. He repeated this feat with the next cart. And the next. And the next. And the next, giving off the occasional belch from his maw and slight creak from his belly. In fact, after going through several of the carts, he started to sound more like a massive leathery balloon than a menacing creature. And he looked like he’d swallowed a whale or two from all his binging, his gut extending far outward to both sides and even lifting his back legs up slightly.

“Ha…ha…ha…*URP*.” Centari puffed, looking at the seemingly endless line of carts filled with food being pulled by bloated specimen of bovine, “Erf, w-well servants, you’ve certainly… Mmmf, made a feast fit for a god. I-I’ll just go and rest up for the next course…”

However, instead of the submissive reaction the dragon was probably expecting, he instead was jeered and made fun of,

“HAHAHA the fat glutton’s backing down from a feast!” One townsfur commented.

“He’s scared he’ll pop!” Another blurted out.

“Some fearsome dragon. He get’s his belly full of food and then wants to run away and hide.” A third said, joining the chorus of jabs and jokes made about the bloated drake.

A look of utter surprise crossed Centari face, “W-what is the meaning of this?!” He roared before belching again, “You dare mock your new god?!”

“Well, the people here were expecting a bit more from their god of gluttony.” The horse replied.

“God…of WHAT?!” The bloating dragon snarled.

The equine meanwhile shrugged, “What did you expect to be called, with how much you eat and how overweight you are?”

“You’re one to *BELCH* talk! I only eat so much to watch you miserable whelps starve!” Centari shot back, “In fact, after I destroy this miserable excuse of a town, I might just move on to you traitors for my next cou-MMF?!” He was suddenly interrupted by one of the cows getting shoved in his maw… and finding it to be a surprising mawful. That single cow had somehow been fattened up so large that it filled the dragon’s entire maw with its meaty form. Another fattened bovine slammed into the first one, sending it careening down the drake’s throat, a visible bulge being visible in the flabby, wobbling neck and causing the new cattle to replace the swallowed one.

This process was repeated again, causing the dragon to fall on his side as he was assaulted with bloated pieces of beef. And it happened again. And again. And again. And again, each cattle causing a visible bulge as it traveled down to the beast’s belly and said belly to swell outward a noticeable amount and a loudening creak to sound off. At that last bovid, he could swear he felt it expanding even more inside his maw, feeling like it was going to snap his head off if he didn’t swallow--given he couldn’t spit it out.

So with one big gulp, he sighed in a defeated tone as he rolled onto his back , titanic belly looming over him like a mountain and looking like a well-stretched rubber blimp.

“No more…” He panted, “I can’t… I won’t… *URRRRURRRRRRRRRRP*. You… can’t beat me… I’m… a… g*URRRRRRRRP* d.” He looked up to see a swirling vortex of food above him, and proceeded to sweat even more, “N-no. I won’t eat any more- *BELCH*.” And with that one belch, the vortex swirled into his throat, sending all the contents of the remaining carts into the stuffed, blimp-like dragon’s belly and stretching it even further.

“Wrong. I’ve beaten you before, and I’ve beaten you again.” A voice sounded as the kitsune from the crowd walked up to the swollen reptile, “Only this time, you won’t come back again to cause mischief.”

“W-what are you talking about?!” Centari wheezed, feeling his stomach bubble and strain to contain all that he’d been forced to eat, “Y-you can’t defeat me…nggg.” The gurgles of his upset stomach started to drown out his comments. It began to stretch larger and larger, all sorts of straining sounds escaping from it, “No, NO! I will not pop! I can’t be popped!” He roared as his belly gave one final shudder and long *creak*… and he burped.

It was somewhat anticlimactic, but what followed had to have made up for the explosive end that never came. Those that could see the lower part of the dragon’s body would see his legs started to expand and swell with added blubber, his tail becoming thicker than the oldest oaks in a matter of seconds. Each of his toes bloated and swelled, his feet looking like sloshing water sacks. His rear started to look like two incredibly large boulders smooshed together. The growth started to spread up his body, fat bunching up along his back, thick rolls developing as it proceeded to blow up his arms.

“Wh-what’s happening to me?” Centari bellowed as he witnessed his slightly toned arms swell up like ripening fruits. Even his fingers weren’t spared, the flesh bunching up around his claws and beginning to swallow them up, “Nngh, *BURP*, what is this?!” He snarled as his face began rapidly fattening up, his snout disappearing between the growing spheres that were his cheeks and the multiplying number of chins beneath it. His chest almost looked to be developing what anthros referred to as moobs. And last but by no means least, his belly started to sink and splay outward under gravity, though hardly looked to be shrinking. By the end of this rapid digestion, he’d become a literal mountain of blubber.

“Grrr, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!?!” Centari bellowed, causing his immensely overweight form to wobble and jiggle.

“Hey, I can only take part of the credit for accelerating what you would already would’ve done to yourself.” Rauken commented.

“Well you haven’t killed me! I’m still a god!”

“Your half right, at least.” The kitsune continued, “I made the mistake of killing you once, and you came back to cause trouble again. This time, I think I’ve given you a fate reasonably worse than death.”

“Indeed.” Garom nodded, “Like it or not, you’re our god of gluttony now. And we’re going to keep you nice and well fed so you can never leave us.”

“Stop calling me that!” Centari snarled.

“What’s the matter? Your fatass will be fed like the god you claim you are.” One resident shot back.

“Yeah! Though we’ll have to put a sign up to distinguish whether you’re a dragon or a grossly overfed reptile.”

“Or a whale!”

“And you can serve us by being a giant billboard for advertising. You’ll bring such business for us.”

“No! I won’t serve you stupid, unintelligent, snacks!” Centari bellowed.

“Sorry, but you have no choice in the matter.” Garom chuckled. “Unless you wish to starve yourself back to a weight where you can walk.”

All the dragon did was growl, apparently searching for a comeback, but failing to find one. Really, there was no way out of this… and perhaps he was starting to realize this, “How… this can’t be happening!” He shut his eyes trying to ignore all the comments that were flooding in about his immensely bloated form, ranging from variations of ‘fatass’ to ‘overstuffed whale-dragon’, while Garom and Rauken chatted.

“Well, I’m glad to admit it; you were right.” The horse smiled warmly to the vulpine.

“Honestly, I’m a little surprise it worked so well.” Rauken admitted, “I just hope he doesn’t somehow lose all the weight he put on in a month or so. That would really suck…”

“If he does, the people of the world at least have a strategy for him. And if all else fails, we can call on you to come and slow him down once more.” Garom nodded. He then looked back toward the town he presided over, “Now for your reward…”

That night, there was indeed a grand feast held in Rauken’s honor, at which he binged and ate until his stomach felt as tight as Centari’s looked earlier. Speaking of the drake, he didn’t really take part in the feast…though he did begrudgingly munch on some of the foods brought over to him, apparently being at least peckish. And the end of the evening saw the end of the kitsune’s latest adventure and the second beating of a godly dragon through his own gluttony and blubber.

The End