"Uhhh. Clark? You got something...special in mind? For later?"
Clark peered up at him over the top edge of his laptop, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
"..Special?"
Ronnie shuffled several small envelopes to his other hand and held up a small, discreet package. There
was an overly flowery and cursive-looking bright blue 'P' on the side. "Yeah, just got the mail, this was in
there. Something from...uh...'Plethora'? I mean dang, dude."
"Ple-" Clark's eyes went round and bulged slightly. "Oh! Oh jeeze!"
Ronnie never took his eyes off him, but it was almost like Clark teleported instantly from sitting on the bed
to standing right in front of the smaller draeken, snatching the little cardboard box away from him. Judging
by the mottled red tinge Clark's usually grey face had just taken on, he was also really damn
embarrassed.
"Sorry, sorry, I completely forgot that I'd ordered this, I...I mean I..." Clark's clawed hands were large
ones, and he practically hid the box in them as he stammered and failed to make eye contact. "It was...I
thought I'd catch it in the mail myself, I didn't want you to see yet, but I forgot and...and...oh jeeze..."
The poor guy got really frazzled really easily. Ronnie patted him on the arm gently, only grinning a little
bit. "Hey, hey, relax! I don't mind! We've all got-" Ronnie paused. "...interests."
Clark looked down at him shyly. "Really? You don't mind?"
"No! Though I mean...I am surprised. I'd heard of Plethora before, but I didn't think they made any erotic
shit that catered to, uh, folks like us. You know?"
The blush had started to go away, but it returned in full force as Clark looked even more embarrassed
than before. "N-no, not usually, no, but uh...uh...I read they'd started to research and dabble around
more. Started putting out products all sorts of different species could use."
Ronnie looked at the package again, wonderingly. "Really? They finally made shit for draekens? Huh!"
"We-elllll. S-some draekens..."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
Clark made eye contact with him briefly, then looked away again. "Well, y'know...kinks. Some're
kinda...out there? N-not everybody's into them, I mean. I wasn't sure if...if you'd..."
Ronnie waved him off impatiently. "Oh, c'mon! Quit leaving me in suspense and just tell me already!
What'd you get?"
He practically mumbled it. "B-belly. Belly stuff."
Now it was Ronnie's turn to scrunch his eyebrows together. "...Belly stuff? What does that even mean?"
The grey of Clark's hide had shifted fully to a dark maroon across his nose and cheeks by this point. "Y-
y'know. Bellies. Big fat bellies. F-full of. Of. Food. Water, air. Sometimes eggs. Big and full and
sometimes getting bigger."
Ronnie stared at him for a few long seconds, blinking once or twice. Then he grinned wide, underbit
canines gleaming almost mischieviously. "Oh, that stuff! I've seen that on the internet! ...Never would've
guessed you were a belly guy, though."
He reached out to Clark, who was a little on the stocky side himself, and gave one of his boyfriend's love
handles a gentle squeeze. "I think your pudge is cute as is, Clark, don't think you have to spice things up
in the bedroom on account of me getting bored or anything," Ronnie teased. Then he seemed to think of
something and looked serious again. "...Hey. This isn't like, some hang-up shit, is it? With you being a
brooder and all? You don't have something fucking up your head that you're trying to work through, do
you?"
The larger draeken squirmed out of Ronnie's reach, still looking mortified, and went to sit on the bed
again, bringing his knees up to his chin, his whisker and jaw barbels twitching fitfully in agitation. "No, no!
No!" Clark hugged his legs and wrapped his tail all around himself, forming a large tucked-together heap.
"Nothing like that! Fuck, Ronnie! It's...it's hard enough t-talking about this in the first place! I
just...sometimes a guy just...likes things. Is curious about shit. There's no real explaining it, it just
happens."
He relaxed his arms' clutch on his legs and looked at the package in his hand again. "I got curious.
Wanted to try some shit out for myself, see how I felt about it, if it did anything for me. Y'know?"
Ronnie scratched the base of a horn, thinking. "Oh. Well I mean...yeah, that makes sense. Can't fault a
guy for being curious, like I said, I don't mind." He grinned sheepishly at Clark. "Sorry if I freaked you out.
Again, like I said. Surprised."
Clark returned the sheepish grin. "It's alright. I probably should've given you a heads up or something.
Box from Plethora's a helluva thing to find in the mail."
Padding over to the bed, Ronnie hopped up next to Clark, shoving the laptop aside and playfully leaning
hard against his boyfriend as the draeken finally slit the tape of the box open with a claw and shook its
contents out into his other hand. "So, what did you get, specifically? You still haven't said."
Clark held up what looked like several little plastic and foil-packed sheets of pills, like something out of a
box of gel cap aspirin. Only each little perforated section had the Plethora logo on it, and the pills were of
several different colors and sizes.
"Uh. Couple different things. But all belly stuff. Mostly belly fillers, and inflators. Some egg shit for
brooding simulators. All kinda with the same aim in mind, but...different 'feels', you know?"
"I guess." Ronnie blinked down at the pills a few times, then looked back up at Clark. "Can't say I fully
understand it, but I'll try anything once. Or at least, watch you try anything once." He grinned.
Clark finally giggled a little at that. "Works for me. Haha, fuck, I'm still embarrassed about it all..." He
leaned his head sideways, on top of Ronnie's, taking care for neither of them to be pricked by the other's
horns.
"Babe, don't be. We can try one out tonight, if you like."
"Really?" Clark lifted his head, and looked at his boyfriend again, somewhere between scared and eager.
"You're okay with me trying it out so soon? And being there?"
Ronnie was short and a little on the scrawny-looking side, but still strong. He gave the taller, softer Clark
a big hug with some oomph behind it, smiling up at him. "Hell yeah, I'll be there. If nothing else, just to
make sure you don't pop or something."

"Okay, so." Clark coughed quietly, glanced one more time at the little unfolded sheet of paper, then
picked up the glass. "Pretty straight forward. Take one pill with water, wait about ten minutes. Like taking
a vitamin, heh."
Ronnie lay on his stomach on the bed, feet kicking idly in the air as he watched Clark fiddle with the pills
over at the bathroom counter. "So which one you christening the good ship kink with?"
"The belly filler, I think. Something real soft and straight forward to begin with. Don't want to go all hog
wild with the erotic journey right out the gate, you know?"
"Hey, I've known some very mild-mannered hogs. That one guy at the library who stamps us out all the
time would probably faint at this."
Clark giggled nervously. Licking his lips, his eyes flickered between the glass in his hand and Ronnie over
on the bed. "Well. Bottoms up, I guess?"
"Salud, babe."
An innocent looking yellow-orange pill was sitting on the counter next to the paper. Clark picked it up, and
in one quick motion he swallowed it and chased it with the full glass of water. Taking a deep breath to
calm himself, he set the glass down and went to lay on the bed next to Ronnie.
"I'm going to laugh if after all that buildup nothing happens, or it just looks like you ate a little too much
pizza for dinner."
"Mm."
Ronnie glanced sideways at his boyfriend. It had been several minutes, and the two of them were laying
side-by-side on the bed, cuddled together slightly, tails wrapped lightly around each others' legs, looking
for all the world like they were just waiting to go to sleep, in boxers and t-shirt. Clark was staring up the
ceiling, looking expectant and nervous.
"Aw, I'm sure it'll be fine. You're a brooder, man, you're stretchy as shit by default. You'll handle it like a
champ."
"Yeah, yeah, I-"
Clark suddenly stopped. Ronnie looked at him again. His boyfriend was still staring at the ceiling, but with
very wide eyes, like he'd just seen a tarantula crawl out from somewhere. His face was taking on that
same old blush color again, slowly but steadily.
Ronnie shifted over on his side to get a better look at him, glancing between Clark's face and stomach.
"...Has it started?"
"Y-yes." Clark's face continued to redden and he swallowed nervously, clawed hands slowly shifting to his
stomach. It hadn't visibly changed yet. "I feel all w-warm. Real warm, inside. And full."
"Right, okay." Ronnie's glances back and forth kept going. "You said you took a belly filler, what's that
even do, is it just some sort of..dehydrated food shit? And now you're full after a meal?"
Clark's claws tapped nervously on his stomach some more. "It's like. Gel? Thick ooze? Not like water, but
some kinda expanding, growing gelatinous stuff, basic soft filler if you wanna feel big and full in a way
eggs and air don't do. I dunno, I'm gonna try it all eventually. M-maybe. We'll...see..."
He stopped talking again and let out a very small gasp. Clark wasn't anywhere near actually fat, just
stocky with a little bit of softness around the middle, so when the growth finally made itself known visibly it
was obvious to see.
The curve of Clark's middle shifted only very slightly at first, like he'd merely breathed in lightly. Then it
shifted a little more, and then a little more. Clark took one hand from his stomach and grasped Ronnie's
closest arm with it, looking for reassurance. Ronnie gave it by squeezing Clark's arm gently in return.
After several minutes of this Clark looked like he'd had a very large dinner and a lot of drinks to wash it
down, but nothing too major. Yet. His stomach made a low gurgling sound suddenly, and twitched once or
twice.
"Ah jeeze, ah jeeze," Clark muttered. He squeezed Ronnie's arm again. "I think it's fully dissolved, I think
it's gonna go full throttle now."
The belly filler indeed quickened its pace. Instead of the small increments of before, Clark's stomach
seemed to grow another half inch with every breath, and then an inch. It rose steadily into the air, his
undershirt tightening around it.
"Oh, jeeze." Releasing Ronnie's arm, Clark covered his red face with both hands, making peculair noises
into them as his feet grabbed at each other in excited agitation and his stomach continued to grow. And
grow.
His undershirt began to lift and creep up his torso, exposing the smooth, light grey hide of the draeken's
bare stomach, which was now looking like one gravid with a multi-egg clutch. Ronnie sat up and began to
shift around on the bed so that he could get a better look at it.
"Damn, man," he said, touching it gently. Despite its size and appearance, the belly was still very soft to
the touch, like a water balloon filled with paste. Ronnie prodded it carefully, burying a finger to the second
knuckle. Clark made a strange whimpering sound, but not one of pain.
Clark's stomach was still rising. With a moan he finally took his hands from his face and with eyes shut in
either concentration or bliss, clutched at the sheets of the bed on either side of him. His shirt had ridden
completely up underneath his arms at this point, his belly having nothing to do with it any longer.
Ronnie was on his knees between Clark's legs now, watching him from the front with both hands resting
gently on his boyfriend's stomach. He glanced down, looking at the way his own dull tan hide stood out in
contrast to Clark's grey. Clark had a number of slightly darker grey blotches and spots in patches across
his body, and the way the ones on either side of his stomach shifted and expanded in size alongside the
rest of Clark was almost mesmerizing.
Another gurgle sounded from inside Clark. His soft middle pooled up around Ronnie's hands slightly as it
continued to grow, and the bulk started to bulge out at his sides slightly, spreading out from all the
pressure of having so much to try and raise up so vertically.
"Clark," Ronnie said suddenly, not removing his eyes from the belly in front of him. It didn't look to be
stopping, as far as he could tell "How...how much longer is this going to go on?"
"Just. J-just a little bit longer," Clark practically whispered. He still didn't seem upset by any of this.
"Right. Okay. Just making sure. I was joking about you popping earlier, I don't want you to actually-"
"No, n-no, it's fine." Clark grunted, still clutching at the sheets. "I'm stretchy as shit, remember."
After five more minutes it finally began to slow, and five more after that the growth finally stopped. Ronnie
wasn't sure if he was into this, but if nothing else he was feeling a hell of a lot of fascinated awe.
Clark's belly was enormous. It wasn't perfectly spherical, more slightly saggy looking and bulging out
horizontally where it could because of the sheer weight and viscosity of the contents settling from gravity,
but it was still impressive. He looked gravid with a clutch of a dozen eggs, or like he'd swallowed the
equivalent of an entire sheep in goo form, or whatever the hell was in that belly filler. The lumpy mound
rose and fell slightly with each tired breath from Clark.
Ronnie pushed and prodded at the massively bloated belly. It wobbled slowly and ponderously at his
touch, and Clark groaned.
"You, uh. You okay there, babe?" Ronnie had to practically climb over the belly to be able to see Clark's
face again.
"Y-yeah." Clark hiccuped at Ronnie's leaning, slowly rubbing what he could reach of his stomach. "This
was definitely made for a draeken, I'd like to see some malkin or human or whatever handle this, haha.
Uegh." He hiccuped again, and burped. "..This stuff's got a weird aftertaste."
"Not to ruin the moment or anything, but you're sure this shit was made one hundred percent with
draeken in mind? Most folks can just piss stuff out, but we're not, y'know, built that way." Ronnie wrinkled
his nose. "I'm not gonna have to roll you over to the bathroom so you can regurgitate all this crap into the
tub, am I?"
Clark laughed, making his entire body ripple and shaking his boyfriend, who redoubled his grip on the
belly so as not to fall over. "No! Like I said, it's fine! The gel, like, deflates or something? Turns back into
thinned out liquid, dissolves, gets absorbed, just like plain old food or water."
"Absorbs like everything, huh." He grinned down evilly at his boyfriend, though Clark could probably only
see his eyes over the top of his stomach. "You absorb this much shit, it's gonna go straight to your hips,
babe."
"Shut up!" Clark laughed again, then hiccuped. "Oof. Help me sit up a little, will you?"
"That may be wishful thinking, but I'll try."
With much heaving and grunting and lots of warning creaks from the bed below them, Clark was finally
inched up enough to be not quite sitting, but at least propped up halfway there. He continued to rub and
press at his belly, which while not completely obscuring his vision anymore was still impossible to reach
all the way around and rose spectacularly, taking up much of the room on the bed.
"So," said Ronnie, moving back to in front of Clark, on his knees and gently resting his upper body on top
of the soft mound. It gave slightly and wobbled under his weight, putting him in mind of a water mattress.
"Did you enjoy it? Was it everything you hoped for?"
Clark seemed to think about it. "I...don't know?" he said, still idly rubbing. "I mean, I did enjoy it, it was
strange, but. Weirdly fulfilling? All that warmth inside and the feeling of growing, a-and the feeling of
pressure, and size, and...and...shit, I don't now. It's weird, and a little scary, but I liked it. I think I'd like
to...try some more."
Ronnie chuckled, patting the belly in front of him politely. "Hah! I mean, this is all bizarre as shit to me, I
dunno if it really gets me off, but it's a hellva show to watch, and I'd be lying if I said this aftermath wasn't
comfy as hell." He suddenly looked a little more shy and serious. "And, y'know...if it makes you happy,
that's what's most important."
"Aw, jeeze, Ronnie..." Clark's lower lip trembled a little and his barbels twitched. "Thanks for not being
freaked out by all this."
"Babe, it takes a lot to freak me out."
Several minutes passed. "Clark?"
"Yeah?"
"How long does...y'know, this," Ronnie gestured wide over the expanse of belly. "last for?"
"Oh, uh. I think the instructions said about an hour? Then it begins dissolving and absorbing."
"Ah. Okay. Cool, cool. I guess you're the bed until then." Ronnie stayed where he was, resting his head
on the stretched grey hide and closing his eyes. "G'night, babe, see you in a few hours."
That got another laugh out of Clark, all his earlier knotted-up anxiety and fears over this gone. "You are
the worst, I hope you know that. Houwp! Oof." He rubbed the sides of his gelatinous gut again. "Enjoy the
bumpy nap, you jerk."

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