“Damn pants” She huffed aloud.

Gnarl stood struggling to pull the two flaps of her jeans closed around her waist, a soft grunt escaped her lips each time she pulled them closer and failed to hook the button in its hole. Finally on the third try, after a suffocating effort of sucking in her gut for nearly a minute she just barely was able to slip the small metal button into the flap of denim that held it in place. the waistline tugged tightly around her waist, cushioned only slightly by the thin, newer, layer of softer flesh. The zipper struggled similarly to be pulled up, but with the button doing a lot of the work already, it only took another few seconds to force it upright. A final sigh of relief escaped Gnarl’s lips as she released her held breath once the fly was fully done up. An embarrassed blush fell across her cheeks when she felt a faint chill of cool metal, a small curve of new, soft flesh along her belly sagged down slightly over the top of her waistband. the bottom of this small paunch brushed against the metal button that struggled to hold her pants together. Her taunt, smooth tummy had long since disappeared under this slowly growing curve of chub that had begun forming along her belly over the last few days. With her finally dressed (After a similar struggle getting her shirt to fit over her swollen mid-section) she was ready to try to sneak her way out of the house.

An attempt at sneaking that, as it had the last 3 days, had failed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Rumbled a deep, all too familiar voice behind the Cheshire.

The front door, which she had only gotten open an inch or so before being interrupted, was slammed shut as a massive red hand pushed against the top of it. Her ears flattened against the top of her head, as she slowly leaned it back to look straight up at the grinning, red draconic muzzle hovering overhead. Within seconds she was dragged backwards, and somewhat roughly pushed down onto the couch. The further thought that, even with her added weight, he still could manhandle her so effortlessly only made her squeeze her legs together a bit tighter… the front of her pants pulling a bit more taunt around the little male nub within. Gnarl could hear the now familiar sound of small plastic wheels rolling across the carpet fibers, pulled by the Dragon’s tail as he approached to sit beside him. The couch sagged heavily under his immense weight. He was built much more leanly, an athletic twink at best, but due to his denser body and overall height advantage he outweighed Gnarl by at least two times if not more. One of the dragon’s hands then founds its way to Gnarl’s chest, pressing against her nondescript chest muscles, while the side of its palm dug into the feline’s new paunch a bit. the monstrous hand covered more than half of her torso, and the thought only made Gnarl’s ears try harder to burrow into her own head.

“Trying to sneak off without eating breakfast again” The dragon murmured, even his playful teasing tone echoed by a low rumble of a growl that naturally accentuated everything he said. “What a naughty little kitten… how are you gonna get big and strong like me if you don’t eat right?”

Eating right was far from what either of them knew was in store for Gnarl.

the small metal cart the dragon’s tail had been dragging behind him was pulled up beside the couch, easily within arm’s reach of the dragon. Carefully he plucked one of the various food stuffs piled high atop it and held it in front of Gnarl’s face. The smell of fried dough and sugary icing filled her nostrils as the glazed donut bumped the tip of her nose. The dragon’s toothy grin encouraged her to open wide and start eating, like they both knew she would do one way or another. Knowing she had no real way to escape or overpower the massive Drake, she resigned herself to his whims… and opened wide.

Again, just like every day for the last week, the feeding began. Mouthful after mouthful was pushed into Gnarl’s muzzle, barely giving her enough time to chew it and swallow it down before another mouthful was forced upon her. Blueberry muffins, glazed donuts, sausage and bacon biscuits, pancakes drenched in butter and syrup, and a half dozen other various pastries and breakfast foods were all but force fed into her. During the entire ordeal that meaty hand kept pressure down on her torso, sliding down a bit to cup her belly and slowly rub across the filling mound of chub as if encouraging it to digest faster, while at the same time helping to remind her she was trapped until she was done eating. It wouldn’t take much pressure from that powerful limb to keep her pressed firm against the couch, and though they both knew she knew that well, he still liked leaving her a constant reminder.

She had no time to protest that she was going to be late for work, not that such pleas would have saved her anyway. She had no chance to do more than take a breath between bites or drafts from a huge pitcher of Orange Juice. all she could do was eat and drink until the dragon was satisfied, or she burst. Thankfully the former was what came first. When his tray had been finally emptied, he gave her belly a slight pat of accomplishment and then pulled his hand away. She could see it was visibly swollen, her pants pulling tighter still to the point she feared the button might actually burst. She had to have gone up at least another pants size, if not two. Granted most of it was that her belly had been overstretched, but she had no doubt that once her body had finished digesting its overloaded meal, there'd be a good deal more of her to go around the rest of her body. That wasn’t even taking into account the inevitable dinner feeding as well.

After she had been given a minute to settle, a hand gripped her arm to help Gnarl back up to her feet where she wobbled slightly adjusting to her new weight and center of gravity. A playful grin spread across the dragon’s lips as he gave her now doughy ass a playful swat.

“Don’t you feel better now?... now hurry, you’re late for work. Hurry home though, tonight is steak night…” The dragon rumbled ominously, chuckling softly under his breath.

Gnarl, cheeks still burning from too much embarrassment to even decipher what part of this situation was causing how much of it, simply nodded and turned to leave… struggling to pull her shirt down over her distended belly and keep the bottom of it hidden now.