[b]Forewarning: I'm going to experiment with POV jumping here. I'll try to keep it to a minimum, but for purposes of storytelling, will shift views without much warning from here on.[/b]

Gazing upon his grand figure, Kyle wondered once again at the luck he and Nessie had in stumbling upon the Foundation and the events that lead to their new look.

It was interesting, really. The two dragons had just been relaxing in a hot spring, enjoying each other's company during the evening when they saw the local factory explode, with a large, white, round mass seeming to have been the cause.

Curiosity having taken over at that point, the two dragons had quickly dressed and ran over to the enormous thing. Arriving at hit had revealed a few things. First off, the "thing" was really an arctic fox, having fattened to a rather astounding degree and becoming little more than a mountainous blob of white fur. Kyle heard "SCP-427" being tossed around a bit and, when he stopped one of the lab-coated officials about it, the human had gotten wide-eyed and run off without so much as a "brb."

Shortly, though, he received his answer in the form of some older human who only called himself "This Site's Director." He then asked them to work for him, stating they would bring a very "unique" skill-set to the Foundation with their inherent draconic abilities.

At least, that's what they believed when he said "unique skill set."

Several briefings, training sessions, and months later, Kyle and Nessie are now employees of the SCP Foundation, one of many sites. Even if he could remember the official Site name, though, the two dragons had sworn to secrecy.

Of course it had been odd, at first, to be the only non-humans working so far. The other humans gave him and Nessie odd looks every now and then, whispering and seeming to bet on them "becoming our newest SCPs."

Eventually, though, they had befriended a gentleman by the name of Dr. Snive. Despite the negative connotation of the name, he turned out to be a rather nice human.

Needless to say, the two dragons found themselves working much with Dr. Snive. They usually acted as apprentices and messengers, but he always praised their aid, asking rhetorically how he got along without them. They were very instrumental in their efforts for Snive's experiments and even came up with a handful of their own ground-breakers.

So, it wasn't anything but "business as usual" when Kyle came forward and asked to experiment with SCP-294. Snive was glad to oblige in acquiring the proper clearances, as it was a Euclid class object. As per was the norm with Security, getting the level 2 clearances for the two dragons was a pain in the patooty. But even for acquiring clearances, it seemed to go a lot smoother than usual.

[i]Maybe SCP-181's lucky touch can rub off on someone,[/i] Dr. Snive wondered.

By all counts, though, the day soon came that Kyle and Nessie would begin their experimentation. Since the "cup of joe" incident that made SCP-294 a Euclid rather than a Safe class, the coffee machine was under constant guard in the break-room.

As Nessie pulled the door shut behind them, though, Kyle's eyes fell on the lone machine sitting at the end: a rather unimpressive coffee vending machine with the only strangeness about it coming from the keypad set into its front, just above the slot where cups were dispensed. The guards had left the room to the two dragons, owing to the nature of experimentation that Kyle and Nessie were prone to do.

Kyle and Nessie reached up to their glasses and turned on the attached cameras, which fed in live time the video to computers at a station currently being monitored by Snive.

"Currently approaching the SCP," Kyle said, commencing his narrated action. He pulled his white lab coat a little tighter, noticing the chill within the room. Stopping in front of the vending machine, Kyle shifted as much of the coat as he could to cover his golden belly plates, t-shirt, and shorts.

Clearing his throat, Kyle reached out a claw towards the keyboard.

"Entering in request for one cup of essence of luxury," Kyle said as he slowly typed in the request. As soon as he tapped finished spelling out 'luxury,' he hit 'enter' and the machine started up. It whirred quietly with working electrical motors for a moment, and then a sound like a massive bubble gurgling came to the ears of the two dragons. Then the machine chimed with the sound of a bell and a Styrofoam cup dropped into the vending area as a creamy liquid flowed into it. A fizzing sound reached Nessie's ears as Kyle picked up the cup.

Nessie couldn't quite see the liquid itself as Kyle sniffed it, using his claw to pull the fragrance of the liquid towards his snout.

"It smells warm," Kyle noted, "it's not actual warmth that is reaching my olfactory senses, but rather the smell of it, much like one can smell rain or the desert. I also feel peaceful... no, more like content as I sniff it. It's a rather difficult emotion to describe."

With little else to do, Kyle threw his head back and gulped down the contents of the cup. Nessie looked intently as Kyle brought his head back down, eyes still closed and face expressionless. He worked his jaw, as if turning a flavor over and over again in his mouth, utilizing every taste bud to get the full experience of the flavor.

"How do you feel?" Nessie said.

To which, Kyle didn't immediately respond, but furrowed his eye-ridges and shook his head. He eventually opened his eyes and turned to the coffee machine again, clicking in the letters for "luxury." The machine whirred, bubbled, and dinged again, procuring another cup of the liquid. Kyle took the cup in claw and proffered it to Nessie.

"Right, forgot that we both were going to ingest the liquid luxury before we made observations," she bashfully said.

She took the cup in claw and observed it a moment. A snow-white froth gathered on the top, obscuring any immediate view of the liquid beneath. She dipped a claw-tip in and scooped some of the foam away, noticing the rich golden color of the drink.

With no further need for ceremony, Nessie downed the essence of luxury.

It had no taste, but the moment it hit her forked tongue, an indescribable calm washed over her and filled every fiber of her being. She felt elated and happy, but in a content and calm manner. Nessie felt like the very lab coat she wore, covering her shoulders and all the way to below the knees, was a fine linen coat she draped on her lithe form after a bathing session in her pool-size bath.

Despite this fog of near-hallucinatory happiness, Nessie knew she didn't have any of those things in reality. She and Kyle didn't even have a home of brick and mortar, having been mostly creatures of nature until their recruitment into the Foundation. But this all-encompassing feeling made her feel like she would never want for another thing ever again, because she had it all already!

Kyle looked over to Nessie with a subtle grin on his muzzle and Nessie teased him with a ghost of a smile. Gently, Kyle held out a claw in invitation to dance. Nessie flicked her tail and tapped the radio on. She grasped Kyle's claw and, as one, they began to dance to the R&B symphony.

[i]I am a mountain,
I am a tall tree, oh
I am a swift wind
Sweeping the country.

I am a river
Down in the valley, oh
I am a vision,
And I can see clearly, oh

If anybody asks you who I am,
Just stand up tall, look them in the face and say,

"I'm that star up in the sky,
I'm that mountain peak up high,
Hey I made it,
I'm the world's greatest.

And I'm that little bit of hope
When my back's against the ropes.
I can feel it,
I'm the world's greatest."[/i]

Neither one kept track of the time. Caught up in the bliss of the moment, neither dragon wished for it to end. But when they felt the shroud of quiet happiness start to lift and the reality begin to take a hold of their minds once more, they began to realize the effects of the liquid with a stupor of thought.

"I didn't know you two danced," the voice of Dr. Snive came from the doorway.

The two jerked and hurriedly straightened their lab coats as they pulled away from the near-embrace they nearly shared. Sure, they were really close, but they never had thought of each other [i]that[/i] way before.

At least, Nessie hadn't. But she found herself pondering the possibility...

"How was it?" Snive said, breaking the awkward silence.

For a moment, neither said anything. Kyle had a sudden interest in straightening his coat and Nessie abruptly realized hers was still unzipped on the front. Hurriedly, she grabbed at the zipper and pulled it up, concealing her kilt-patterned shorts and tank-top.

"It was, ah, enlightening," Kyle said at last, "I don't know about Nessie, but..."

"I felt wonderful," Nessie finally said, no longer able to contain herself, "I felt happy, content, and... and..."

"Yes," Kyle said, head dropping a little in thought, "it felt wonderful."

Snive didn't ask further questions, the look in the eyes of his draconic assistants telling him all he needed to know. The experience had been one the two dragons hadn't expected and were caught completely off guard, but in the best way. Further proof of the positives showed by the fact they both were happier, even without the hypnotic pallor of quiet glee of the drink's effects.

Snive's mind pondered further on the results of this test. It was definitely going into his report that the liquid form of luxury provided uplifted feelings for the effected individual, and after the individual came to, they still retained a significantly higher feeling of happiness, it seemed.

But, before any conclusive results would be reached, more trials would have to be done.

[i]I think we all look forward to that, though,[/i] Snive thought.

Kyle really had to strain to not swipe up the cup of luxury's essence and chug it down. The scent tantalized so thoroughly that he could almost feel himself being physically pulled to the concoction.

But resist he did, and with a restrained grip, he held the cup out to Nessie. She took it in claw with an obvious effort to hold back as Kyle was doing now. For Kyle, it was a little harder as he typed in the next cup. It took all his self-control to not quiver in the claw as he typed in the letters of "luxury."

"Alright, Kyle and Nessie," Snive said from their radios, "this time, I'd like for you to drink it at the same time. The first time, the effect lasted for an hour, by my count. This time, I want to get a better idea of the length of time it takes."

The bubbling seemed to take forever this time, stretching for hours, it seemed. But when the machine finally dinged and presented his cup of luxury.

Kyle was thoroughly impressed by the amount of restraint he was showing. His claw didn't even shake as he grabbed the Styrofoam cup. With luxury in claw, he turned and locked eyes with Nessie.

"Ready?" Kyle said.

"On three. One..." Nessie said.

Kyle's patience broke then. He swigged the drink with a rush, determined to get the euphoric rush inside his system. The effect was immediate and the same as before. Enormous joy struck through his entire being, feeling as if it was filling him full of it.

As before, he felt completely wealthy, ridiculously so. Everything in the world felt like it was now geared towards ensuring his full comfort was not just met, but far exceeded. Also as before, he felt like he was completely in control of his monetary destiny. But, unlike before, his faintly-conscious part of his mind was confirming the fact that Kyle had a mansion to his name. In the stupor of thought and sleepy excitement, he gazed on his beautiful love, Nessie.

This time, he didn't invite her to dance. One can only have a moment of such activity so many times and it remains special. Rather, he gazed on her shapely, lithe frame, only accentuated by the lab coat. He took in her magnificent shape, following the lines of her form from her feet-claws up to her face. Again, they said nothing, their love for each other as great as the luxury they felt.

The almost-tangible feeling of being filled up with happiness suddenly became something Kyle could feel in his stomach. He hummed in contentment as his stomach was filled with some warm, comfortable weight. He looked down at his coat-covered stomach and frowned. He reached down with a claw and opened the zipper to reveal his t-shirt and jeans beneath.

The bubbling from the machine before was coming from inside him now. A pressure mounted suddenly from within his gut, and Kyle's stomach was now straining against his shirt and jeans. With a deft claw-tip, he released the button on his pants, allowing his stomach to surge forth in a great show of abdominal expansion. His expanding belly pushed his shirt an inch or two upwards, displaying his golden belly plates for the world to see.

Kyle was not concerned that he was besotted by a sudden growth spurt of fat. If anything, as his pot-belly grew into a keg, he stroked his ballooning belly, feeling the soft curves of his new shape. As sudden as it had began, his stomach stopped its growth, a full foot beyond its original bounds. However, it did look slightly odd on his other-wise-thin frame. It looked like a similarly-colored beach-ball stuck on him, and it was as big as one, too. But the increased pull that gravity had secured the good feeling he had for this new acquisition.

Nessie's experience was utterly different, though. Her stomach did peek through between the buttons on her button-down shirt, but she felt a rising movement on her thighs that started weighing her down. She stumbled and fell onto a chair. The expanding warmth pressed against her tail and then she found she couldn't get up from the chair. Her lab-coat laid across the chair and, she noticed, her expanding posterior. Before she could think to make any movements, the climax of her emerging pear shape pressed against the handles of the chair, bending the plastic armrests a moment before they snapped off with a loud crack. Her bottom thus freed, Nessie felt it strain against the fabric of her trousers. Gently, she removed her lab-coat. The algae-green of her growing gluteus maximus met her gaze, rising up like two, green suns from within her trousers. Already, they spilled over the waist-band and each were as large, if not larger, than Kyle's barrel-belly.

The chair then broke, and Nessie fell to the ground. Kyle rushed forward to help his mistress up, but not without admiring his love's new acquisitions.

The moment she was on her feet, though, both their bodies made that strange burbling sound again.

Kyle's keg-belly grew out further, but this time his chest made strides to catch up. His shirt rode up even higher as his chest ballooned with lipids, the cloth barely able to hold his chest and seeming to be little more than a man-bra with cut-off sleeves. He felt his legs start to swell, drawing his eyes downward just in time to see his knees disappear under layers of fat. Moments later, Kyle lost sight of his feet-claws as both his legs and belly blocked his downward view. The warmth surged into his arms next, quickly deforming their thin shape into something more rotund and distended. His shoulders bloated, starting to block out his peripheral view. Seams popped as his arms and legs fattened out of their constraints, the red scales underneath taking on a softer definition. Kyle also found it harder and harder to hold his tail aloft as it weighed down with its own helping of fat.

Nessie's form continued to aggrandize into a larger pear shape. A loud snap-tear announced the surrender of her trousers to their fate of shredding apart. Her legs grew larger than Kyle's, her feet disappearing from view in moments. Moments passed and she could already feel the leg-fat pressing down on top of her feet-claws. Her stomach grew to compliment her curvy contour, as her chest also billowed up, curiously mimicking that of human females. Nessie felt the orbs casually, her attention momentarily off her largest asset, her thighs and tush which now competed with Kyle's gargantuan gut.

The two dragons' forms didn't stop, though. Another loud pair of snaps announced the loss of Kyle's jeans and shirt, both of which held onto his rounding-out-form atop his fatty tail and across his swollen shoulders. His robe sleeves also began to strain as his arms filled even those out. A chill suddenly pierced through the bottom of his belly, but disappeared rapidly. Kyle smiled at the realization his stomach was now in contact with the floor. The robe started to follow in his shirt's footsteps as it rode up on his belly, even as his growing chest and belly parted it, even parting a seam or two in the elastic fabric. The robe's journey continued upwards until the bottom-lining came to a rest atop his belly and under his ballooned pecs. Unseen underneath the robe, but felt, Kyle's back started acquiring large hills of adipose that continued to his posterior. While not as comparatively large as Nessie's, the overall orb-shape of his legs had swallowed the distinction between leg and butt, smooshing his thick tail between the bed-sized globes. He chuckled with amusement when he noticed, almost as an after-thought, his beach-ball-sized pectorals, each orb shaped with the weight.

Finally, he felt his own weight gain slow, then stop. As it halted, he felt his neck and face weigh down as his cheeks swelled out to the size of basketballs and his neck more or less melded to an extension of his stomach. His head even sunk into his now-non-existent neck a couple inches, pressing up against his head.

Nessie's own gainage also slowed, then stopped. Her chest was swollen to about twice size as Kyle's, but her neck fat wasn't as accentuated. While Kyle's neck had gotten so large that it disappeared into his chest fat, completing his mostly-orb-shaped form, Nessie's was much more hourglass-curved. She was VERY bottom-heavy, most of Kyle's focus falling on her huge thighs. The sheer width of her booty and hips was so great that there was no distinction between thigh, leg, or buttock, little more than pickup-truck-sized orbs with feet-claws supporting her entire figure. Her bloated tail looked tiny in comparison.

Almost like it was a cameo appearance, her pale-green tummy rested atop the frontal crevice of her thighs, which used to be the top of her legs. Resting atop, and mostly covering, her belly was her chest. Both spheroids were easily as large as two exercise balls, each, and every breath she took set her bosom a-bouncing.

Her head was rounded like Kyle's, but the fat concentration was a lot more evenly distributed all around her face. The slightly-bloated cheeks, a thick chin leading to a convex neck, and an enlarged muzzle complemented the look of her big, beautiful form.

The two dragons continued staring at each other, their quiet contentment falling away to an ecstatic glee. Even as the pallor of the foggy-happiness lifted again, their enthusiasm for each other's new look continued.

"Wow, that's... uh... something new," Snive said from the doorway as before, this time with a very studious expression, almost as if he was writing down notes on his mental clipboard.

"It's... it's..." Kyle stuttered, his smile dimpling his massive cheeks many times over.
"AMAZING!" Nessie finished for him, stroking her hand-claw over her voluptuous curves, "I've never looked and felt so stunning in my life! I'm... I'm the very definition of BEAUTY!"

"Beauty, huh?" Snive said, rubbing his chin, "I hate to break this to ya, but not everyone will think that way..."

"Oh, pish posh," Kyle said, waving his thick arm dismissively, "we look amazing and no one can tell us otherwise."

"True," Snive said, folding his arms, "but how will you get through this door?"

Kyle waddled to the side to look at the door behind Nessie as she glacially turned to face Snive with eye-ridge raised.

"Doesn't the Foundation have ungodly amounts of funds?" Nessie questioned.

"Of course, containment of all SCPs is instrumental and monetary needs shouldn't be a concern," Snive said, shrugging as he sensed the direction of her argument.

"Then the Foundation should easily be able to replace a few destroyed door jambs," she said, as she started to lumber towards the door. Snive didn't catch the subtle wink she gave her lover.

Snive could only sigh and move out of the way as her gargantuan body finally arrived at the door and she almost-immediately got stuck in the doorway. Kyle, seeing this, waddled over to SCP-294 and began typing in the request as fast as his fatty arms would allow.

"M-A-J-E-S-T-Y," he spelled quietly to himself, not worried of being heard as the creaking, groaning, and loud complaints from Nessie's efforts to clear the door easily covered it all up. The machine roared to life, but not loud enough over the increasing volume of Nessie's endeavor. By the time she freed herself on the other side, bowling over the surprised Dr. Snive, Kyle was already standing there with a beer-colored and frothy drink. A whiff of it revealed its olfactory similarity to the alcoholic drink, causing another smile to spread on his lips, albeit with a glint of mischievous malevolence.

Dr. Snive was a renowned drinker.

As Kyle approached the door-frame, he wiped the smile off his fatty face, just as Snive squeezed out from underneath the pile of dragon atop of him. Slightly gasping for air and sweating, the good doctor stumbled to his feet just as Kyle's gut started to wedge in the door. Nessie struggled to regain her footing, her hourglass shape working against her balance.

"Here, Kyle, let me hold that for you," Snive said, noticing Kyle's initiation on the same journey. Kyle noticed, as he handed over the "beer," Snive's eyes darted to the drink and lit up a split-second as he took it from Kyle's claw.

"You might want to step back this time, doctor," Kyle chuckled, "you'll get flattened a lot easier underneath me."

"Of course, of course," Snive said, backing up. Kyle noticed him back away, then continue a little further than was necessary.

Many minutes passed, more than it had taken for Nessie to squeeze her way through with relatively little damage to the woodwork. Kyle's weight distribution made his body much more susceptible to getting stuck, with a larger surface area on the sides to grip the door frame. At long last, though, a loud crack split the air like a gunshot as the doorframe and surrounding wall crumbled to splinters and dust as Kyle fell in like fashion to the ground. But, with his more-spherical frame, his body rolled a little further, leaving his face in the ground and buried by neck-flab, and his swollen legs acting as goal-posts to his football-shaped tail.

Nessie immediately started to laugh, the guffaws rippling her thighs and bosom excessively. Kyle chuckled, then full-on belly-laughed, his entire body quacking from the action.

Snive looked on the two laughing fatsos, his reservations on their happiness still there, but a hope welling up within him. Admittedly, this society wasn't conducive for such interests as these two had discovered. But in the many months working with them, they did display an ability to let negativity and pessimism roll off their backs. Gradually, as the hourglass-shaped Nessie and apple-formed Kyle got their bearings and started to waddle and lumber back down the hall, Snive's concerns started to melt away.

If anyone would be able to have a happy life as enormously-weighted creatures, it was those two.

Absently, he drank the beer Kyle had handed him when it became apparent the dragon had forgotten the drink.

"That's some good beer, right there," Snive mumbled, turning the other way for his office. The alcohol put a fire and sense of optimism in him that he didn't much experience before. His walk grew brisk, a youthful spring coming into his step that he hadn't had for years. He held his head a little higher, shoulders a little more squared, and a smile pulling at his mouth.

His mind in a euphoric stupor, he failed to notice the patch of purple growing on the back of his hand.