Commission for my good friend Draconder!

Gulliver had worried quite a lot in the last hours. He had been snatched from his favorite buffet by the massive, utterly fat Draconder mid meal and had since been stuffed, swollen, softened and stretched quite heavily. Now, as big as a small house thanks to some macro-sizing and overzealous stuffing by the big dragon, he feared he’d be the fat scalie’s next snack. Instead, Draconder pressed the fat hybrid against his cheek and gave his immobile new little friend a lick.

"You’re not gonna eat me?"

"Ffff, why would I eat a friend I’ve worked so hard to soften up hmm? You’re the perfect lil plushfatty and guess what.."

The big dragon eyed the chocolate factory across town.

"We’re only gonna get softer"