The desperate flapping of the flippers was the last thing Trent heard before the disappointing thud as the last ball dropped out of play. As Trent listened to the game-over jingle play, he took a step back to admire the score he had achieved. He looked on smug, as his score was many times higher than the top highscore that was saved as the default best. That was when the machine once again began to emit the glow that the dragon recognised from earlier.

Wondering if this was a special light used to attract players to the game, he looked across the room to see just how different this was from those that the other cabinets and machines were ever able to create. That was however until his clothing suddenly began to feel noticeably tight, his shirt and jeans feeling very restrictive against his slim body. Trent looked over himself in the glow of the machine, seeing his belly showing from underneath the bottom of his shirt far more than it ever had before. Suddenly the sounds of the seams straining and tearing became far more worthy of his attention than any of the games around him ever could hope to be. The bands all up his arms began to rip apart at a quick pace, while the clothes also failed to contain the pressure of the body within and tore at the seams. Trent was growing, and growing fast.

Within moments, he was unable to stand away from the games around him, his tail knocking several machines around him flying, including the pinball machine at his feet - still glowing and displaying the dragon's score constantly. It wasn't long at all until Trent was unable to move, completely filling the room; the walls and ceiling being pushed apart by the ever-growing visitor within.

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