A Dragon's Diet p3 (Patreon)

Blorp. “Ugh...” Jenny groaned - a quiet, strained noise that matched the feeling of her taut, strained stomach. No matter how little she moved it felt like the lard balloon that her stomach had become moved more. It jiggled, wobbling with the slightest motion, the smallest breath. She lay on her couch, its springs groaning noisily beneath her, taking up more space than she could have imagined. Not just in width, but in height.

Of course, this wasn’t the first time she noticed. Getting up between courses she realised that her clothes had fallen off her in rags. Her witch’s hat, once her pride and joy, was barely large enough to sit atop her head - it had no chance of fitting properly over it. She noticed the red scales that had overtaken her legs and turned her petite mouse feet into large reptilian claws and the fact that her tail had ballooned in size and weight until it alone could knock most people off her feet. She was becoming something else, she could see it, but more importantly she could feel it in her core. An ember within her that flickered and burned with every cheese burger she stuffed down her greedy, ever hungry maw.

The nature of her curse still eluded her as she leaned forward, stomach pushing yet further over the edge of the couch with a noisy gurgling of its own while she groped blindly for her phone among the burger wrappers and empty pizza boxes on the coffee table in front of her. But studying whatever affliction had taken her wasn’t exactly high on her list of priorities as it might have been - every waking moment she spent without food in front of her seemed agonizingly slow and her stomach was a furnace that demanded constant refueling. A large, reptilian hand gripped a mobile phone built for a person much smaller and dialed a familiar number. Her voice boomed an excessive order for a local Italian restaurant and soon her feasting could begin again.

The waiting was the worst part. Usually she had the foresight to order another meal as her first was wrapping up but this time all she could do was grope and rub at her distended middle in an attempt to quiet the growls of hunger that emanated from within. Her TV did little to distract her and it was all she could do not to start chewing on the couch cushions beneath. In the fog of her mind however an idea began to form, centered around her constant need for nourishment and the fact that her bank account was starting to run dry. When the doorbell rang she groaned again, getting up was the hardest part. Her body was new to her, sure, but it was also much more heavy than she was used to as well.

Jenny adopted a wide stance as she wiggled and slid off of the couch, another piece of wood cracking and breaking somewhere within the tortured furniture as she got to her feet. She stumbled a moment before catching a tenuous balance, once again the tiniest motion setting her entire body wobbling like jello. Gripping the sides of her stomach she waddled forward to the door, modesty forgotten in the need for food but that idea of hers she had thought of earlier was starting to bloom. She needed help with whatever curse she was dealing with and she needed food while she dealt with it.

There was one person she knew she could count on for both.