The neon-lit back room of the club pulsed with low bass, the air thick with musk, spilled drinks, and the sweet undercurrent of aroused fur and scale. Sofufu leaned against the wall, paws tucked casually in the pockets of his loose shorts, trying (and failing) to look nonchalant while two towering dragonesses slowly closed the distance.
Lira was sunset-orange with cream underbelly scales that gleamed like molten gold under the blacklights. Her breasts were obscene—each one easily bigger than Sofufu's head, barely contained by a straining black crop-top that looked more like body paint than clothing. Below that, her belly curved out in a heavy, plush dome, soft enough that it jiggled faintly with every slow, predatory step. Her hips flared dramatically, thick thighs rubbing together with an audible soft shff-shff.
Beside her strode Veyra, deep indigo with silver freckles across her snout and shoulders. If anything, her curves were even more exaggerated: tits so massive they rested atop the swollen shelf of her own gravid-looking belly, nipples visibly thick and hard through the sheer lavender mesh she wore. Her tail swayed low and heavy, the spade tip brushing the floor. Both of them were easily a head and a half taller than the chubby tabby, and they moved like they knew exactly what that size difference did to smaller prey.
"Hey there, handsome housecat," Lira purred first, voice like warm honey. She planted one clawed hand on the wall beside Sofufu's ear, leaning in until the warm, pillowy weight of her left breast pressed firmly against his cheek. "You've been staring at us all night. Like what you see?"
Veyra didn't bother with words. She simply stepped right up against his other side, trapping him between them. Her enormous tits sandwiched one side of his face while Lira's claimed the other. Sofufu suddenly had no peripheral vision—just an endless expanse of warm, yielding cleavage and the steady thump-thump of two powerful draconic hearts beating far too close.
He tried to speak. All that came out was a muffled, "Mrrph—"
"Awww, he's shy," Veyra teased. She rolled her hips forward, grinding the soft lower curve of her belly against his own round middle. The pressure made Sofufu's gut squish outward, and he felt his shorts grow painfully tight in an instant. "Bet he's been hard since we walked in."
Lira chuckled, low and filthy. She reached down and palmed the thick bulge tenting Sofufu's shorts without asking permission. "Oh he has." Her thumb circled the head through fabric, smearing the growing wet spot. "Big boy for such a soft little housecat. Wonder how he'd feel sliding down…"
That's when Sofufu decided he was done being the toy.
His paws shot up—one grabbing the back of Lira's thick neck, the other sinking into the plush roll of fat just above Veyra's hip. With a sudden, startling burst of strength that neither dragoness expected from the pudgy tabby, he yanked them both forward at once, mashing their monumental chests and bellies even tighter around his face until he could barely breathe.
Then he opened wide.
Lira barely had time to gasp before Sofufu's jaws stretched impossibly, lips sliding over her muzzle in one smooth motion. Her eyes went wide. A startled, "Wh—mmph?!" was all she managed before her head was engulfed.
Veyra froze, one hand still cupping Sofufu's bulge, the other braced on his shoulder.
She watched—transfixed—as the chubby cat's throat rippled and bulged obscenely. Lira's broad shoulders disappeared with a wet glk, then her enormous breasts were forced together and compressed into a single, quivering mass as they sank past his lips. The orange dragoness's arms flailed once, twice—then went limp as pleasure and panic short-circuited at once. Her thick hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against Sofufu's chest while he swallowed again.
GULP.
Lira's pregnant-looking belly slid in next—slow, heavy, stretching Sofufu's cheeks and throat to their absolute limit. The outline of it was clearly visible sliding down his neck: a massive, rounded bulge that made his whole torso swell outward. Her thighs followed with a series of wet, squelching gulps, powerful legs kicking feebly until her paw-like feet vanished behind his lips with a final, satisfied slurp.
Sofufu's belly exploded outward.
What had been a soft, doughy dome was now an impossibly taut, orange-scaled sphere easily four feet across. Lira's entire voluptuous body was curled inside him—knees tucked, wings folded tight, tail coiled around her own legs. Every squirm, every muffled moan sent visible ripples across the stretched tabby gut. One of her hands pressed outward, fingers splayed against the inner wall, making a perfect five-clawed imprint that slid slowly downward before disappearing again.
Sofufu let out a long, shuddering belch that smelled faintly of citrus and aroused dragon. Then he turned his half-lidded golden eyes on Veyra.
The indigo dragoness hadn't moved. Her pupils were blown wide, tongue lolling slightly, drool sliding down her chin. Her own massive chest heaved with rapid breaths. Between her thick thighs, a visible trickle of slickness ran down the inside of one leg.
"You… you just…" Veyra whispered, voice cracking with lust. "You ate her. Whole. She's moving in there—fuck—"
Another hard kick from inside made Sofufu's belly slosh audibly. Lira's muffled voice came through the fat and scales, garbled but unmistakably aroused: "Vey… Veyraaaa… it's so tight… he's so hot inside…"
Veyra whimpered. One hand slid down to press against the taut dome of Sofufu's gut, feeling her best friend wriggle and grind against the rippling stomach walls. The other hand went between her own legs, fingers sinking into her dripping slit without shame.
"You're gonna do me next, aren't you?" she breathed, stepping closer until her own swollen belly pressed against the side of Sofufu's Lira-filled one. The two round masses squished together; Lira moaned louder at the added pressure. "Gonna stretch around my tits… my hips… fuck, I can feel how hard you still are. You're enjoying this."
Sofufu grinned, slow and smug, showing every sharp little feline fang.
He reached out, grabbed Veyra by the hips, and pulled her forward until her leaking cunt dragged along the underside of his massively distended gut. Lira thrashed harder inside at the sensation, making Sofufu's cock throb visibly against the tight fabric of his shorts.
He rumbled, voice thick with predatory satisfaction. "Your turn to join her."
Veyra didn't even pretend to resist.
She tilted her head back, spread her jaws, and let out the neediest, whiniest little moan as Sofufu's lips closed around her muzzle.
The night was still young.
And Sofufu was very hungry.
Veyra’s eyes snapped wide the instant Sofufu’s jaws parted for her. The heat radiating from his throat hit her snout like a furnace, and suddenly the horny haze shattered.
“Wait—wait, no! I changed my mind!” she yelped, claws scraping frantically at his shoulders, trying to shove herself backward. Her massive tits bounced wildly as she twisted, thick thighs clamping together in panic. “Lira’s still alive in there—let her out! I don’t want—mmph!”
Sofufu’s greedy golden eyes narrowed to slits. A low, rumbling growl vibrated up from his chest, the sound rolling through the already-stuffed gut where Lira was still squirming in blissed-out panic. He didn’t answer with words. One paw clamped behind Veyra’s head, the other sank into the plush meat of her ass, and he yanked.
Her muzzle plunged straight between his stretching lips with a wet schlurp. She thrashed hard—wings flaring, tail lashing, claws raking uselessly at the carpet—but the cat was stronger than he looked. His throat muscles rippled like living cables. GLRK. Her head vanished. GLRK. Her shoulders followed with a wet pop, forcing her enormous indigo breasts to mash together into a single, quivering pillow of scale and fat that bulged his cheeks obscenely before sliding down.
“Mmmf—NO! STOP! I DON’T WANT TO—GLK!” Veyra’s muffled screams vibrated through his neck as her gravid belly was crammed in next, stretching his already massive gut even wider. The two dragonesses were now forced to press chest-to-chest inside him, their curves grinding together in the tight, sweltering chamber.
Sofufu’s eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. His cock throbbed painfully against his shorts, leaking steadily as the second set of thick hips and kicking legs disappeared with three greedy, wet gulps. SLUUURP. Her tail whipped once, twice, then vanished between his lips like a noodle. He sealed his muzzle with a satisfied sigh, tongue curling over the last taste of her slick arousal.
His belly was now a grotesque, jiggling monument—easily five feet across, sloshing heavily between his spread legs. Two distinct silhouettes pressed outward: Lira’s orange curves and Veyra’s indigo ones, tangled, writhing, fighting for space. Their combined weight made his knees buckle for a second before he steadied himself, paws cradling the immense, gurgling dome.
“P-please…” Lira’s voice was already weaker, muffled through layers of fat and muscle. “Sofu… it’s getting tight… hot… let us out, we’ll do anything—”
Veyra cut in, voice cracking with terror and unwanted lust: “I changed my mind! I swear! Pull us up—my tits are getting crushed—oh fuck it burns!”
Sofufu just smirked, gave the taut sphere a slow, loving rub, and felt both dragons jolt at the touch. “Too late, snacks,” he purred, voice thick with cruel delight. “You two look better on my hips anyway.”
He adjusted his shorts around the raging hard-on tenting the fabric, then simply turned and strolled out of the club like nothing was wrong. The walk home was fifteen long blocks through the warm night streets. Every step made his belly sway pendulously, the heavy sloshing loud enough that a few passers-by stared. Inside, the dragons thrashed harder.
“Sofu—Sofu please!” Veyra sobbed, claws scraping frantically against the stomach walls. “It’s melting us! My breasts… they’re tingling—burning—let me out I’ll suck you off every day just please—”
Lira’s voice was wetter, more desperate: “I can feel my hips softening… oh gods it’s so good but I’m scared—Sofu you’re cruel—cruel and hot—nnngh—my ass is churning already—”
He ignored them completely at first, just walking with a lazy sway to his hips, letting the motion churn them. Every few steps he’d deliberately bounce on his toes, sending a tidal wave through the gut that forced both dragons to moan and beg louder. His cock stayed rock-hard the entire way, rubbing against the underside of the massive belly with every stride.
Halfway home the begging turned filthy and broken.
“Please… I’ll be your fat-assed toy forever—just spit us out—”
“It’s rising—my pussy’s dissolving—Sofu you’re digesting my clit—oh fuck I’m cumming while I melt—”
By the time he reached his apartment door, their voices were slurred, weaker, bubbling. The belly had already rounded out noticeably—less defined silhouettes, more smooth, gurgling expanse. He paused in the hallway, pressed both paws into the softening dome, and ground his leaking cock against it while they gave one last, desperate chorus:
“Sofu… we’re turning into fat… please… we’re sorry… let us—”
GLORP.
A final, wet churn cut them off. Their forms collapsed inward with a long, satisfied blorp-glrrrn. Sofufu shuddered, hips jerking as he came hard in his shorts just from the sensation of two voluptuous dragonesses liquefying into thick, nutritious sludge.
He waddled inside, belly now a heavy, sagging orb of mush that slapped wetly against his thighs. He barely made it to the bed before collapsing onto his back, the immense gut spreading out over him like a living blanket. The last gurgles faded into soft, rhythmic glorps as he drifted off, purring.
When morning light filtered through the blinds, Sofufu woke up… different.
He was huge.
The bed creaked under new weight. His chest had ballooned into two enormous, soft, heavy breasts—each one bigger than his head, orange-cream furred and capped with thick, sensitive nipples that stiffened instantly in the cool air. Below them, his hips had widened dramatically, thick plush thighs rubbing together, and an ass so fat and round it spilled out to either side of his body like two perfect pillows. A long, striped tail flicked lazily over the curve of one cheek.
And resting between those new, sexy curves was a smaller—but still massively fat—potbelly. Round, soft, and jiggly, it protruded proudly over his crotch, the perfect little paunch left over from two digested dragonesses. He gave it a slow, loving squeeze and moaned at how sensitive it felt.
“Mmm… look at me,” he purred to his reflection across the room, voice husky with new feminine richness. “Two big-titted dragons… now just extra fat on a sexy housecat.”
He rolled onto his side, letting the heavy new breasts and ass settle with a soft wobble, and grinned at the way his smaller gut squished against the mattress.
Best. Night. Ever.
Time to go find breakfast.