Dragonfable: Shapeless, or Bottomless?
As the sun set in Outpost Yeden, Jhona was trying to plan his next move. It wasn’t like he was the only hero called to aid the Vind in stopping Jaania’s mad plan. However, unlike the others, he was suspicious or one of these Magesters. Zvesdana seemed to be oddly keen on scolding Ostromir, and yet she was absent from every mission involving combat.
On top of that, she seemed dismissive of him, as if the need for him wasn’t apparent to her. As much as he hated to admit it, this got under his skin. She seemed way too haughty for her own good, and he wanted nothing more than to chop her ego down to size.
And he knew just the way to do it.
Zvesdana was on her way to Jhona’s chambers, as per his request. But as suspicious as she was of this sudden invitation, she would be lying if she said that he hadn’t striked her fancy. And as she approached, she felt a sense of excitement. Perhaps she had struck his fancy as well, and he wishes to act on his emotions. Or maybe he just wanted to scold her for her treatment of Ostromir.
However, she was not expecting to see the feast he had prepared, tall enough that he had to move to the side of the table to see her.
“Ah, Zvesdana! Happy that you could make it!”
As pleasantly surprised and curious as she was, she was also careful not to show the lewd direction her mind took. “Indeed, it’s a pleasure to see you.” But eventually her curiosity got the better of her. “Mind me asking what all of this food is for?”
Jhona smirked. “Well, I was just wondering why you’ve been absent from the battlefield. If you answer me, I’ll let you have your fill of this.”
Her heart was thumping out of control. “A-and if I don’t?”
Jhona’s smirk widened. “Then you’ll stop when it’s all in that little belly of yours~”
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. All of that food, crammed into her belly? As impossible as it sounded, it also sounded strangely… hot.
So, despite her doubts that it’d fit in her, she replied “I’m afraid I’m not obliged to tell you that.”, Making her best attempt at sternness.And it was at that point that Jhona grabbed a giant handful of the nearest cake, and crammed it down her throat. “Well then, I guess we do this the hard way~”
He then proceeded to grab fistful after fistful of the food he had prepped. As he continued to cram more and more food into Zvesdana’s gut, he could hear it’s loud churns of discomfort. And as she could feel her belly getting rounder and tighter, she could feel and hear every little gurgle. It hurt so much, but at he same time, it lit up her nerves with pleasure. All she could do was moan.
After a solid hour the last of the food was crammed down Zvesdana’s throat. And yet she never confessed her reasoning for staying away from the battle. Jhona was as amazed as he was exasperated.
But he knew of one more way to get her to talk.
As she sat there, panting, he pressed in on her distended gut. The sudden pressure caused her belly to groan louder than a gorrilaphant, and caused her to moan almost as loudly.
“Oh, so you’re enjoying this? Does the feeling of me pressing on your taut gut turn you on?”
Zvesdana, barely coherent in thought, nodded. She truly didn’t want this to end.
Jhona smiled. “Well then, new deal. If you just tell me why you haven’t been helping us, I’ll keep rubbing this big bulging belly. Deal?”
She immediately told him, albeit between her panting. “I wanted… t-to see the heroes from the Land of the Dragons fight. E-especially you~”
As many scenarios as he thought of for why she’d stay on the sidelines, this wasn’t one that crossed Jhona’s mind. He honestly felt bad for his suspicion. Luckily, he knew that he needed only to keep his end of the bargain to make it up to her.
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