With a gulp, the cool steel of the tank slipped down my throat. Sitting heavily within my stomach, I could feel the inert canister sit among the churning magma within. It started as a high pitched whistle, the air trying to desperately leak out as the canister heated and warped. Then it popped. Almost like a Bomb going off, I was nearly started by how quickly it happened. Surging forth, my yellow belly expanded before my eyes, popping as the plates separated around the bulging red hide below. swelling in all directions, I stumbled at first as the tank emptied it's contents into my overstretched hide, but only for a second. Slowly touching upon the ground, the rounding body of mine lifted my scrabbling claws free. I was being enveloped, sinking into my own overblown body I felt every inch of my straining hide bulge against my head and limps as it fought to take up space. even when my head had fully sunken in, it never stopped. The dull vibrations of a taut hide began to fill my ears as the pinpricks of weakness drifted across my sensitive skin. Then ever so slowly it stopped, my body couldn't stretch any more.....and yet the pressure continued to climb.....

This amazing comic was done by Featherhead and still amazes me with how perfectly it came out! Thank you so much once again for the amazing work :D