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"The giant chickens! I'll have the giant chickens!" Jessie exclaims.
"They're emus, sweetheart... They're not chickens... But, sure! You can have some," replied the dragon. She drags the tarp over to Jessie's growling gut. Jessie squeals with excitement, bouncing a bit. She thrusts her paws into the pile, shoving entire roasted emus into her mouth. The dragon jumps out of the way.
"Whoa! Hold on, sweetie! I brought those for all of us!" the dragon cries. Jessie doesn't pay her any mind, though, and continues cramming poultry down her gullet. Grease is dripping from her mouth, down onto you.
You're feeling a bit hungry yourself. You grab an emu, and take a few bites of it. It's not bad, but it's not spectacular, either. You've had better foods.
Jessie's getting fatter. A LOT fatter. Which isn't surprising, considering she's downed over half the pile. She's nearly twice the size she was before she began eating. Her belly's larger; it's enveloped you up to your neck. Her bottom's larger; it's taken up half of the floor. And her breasts; they've expanded past your face, which, of course, you can't complain about.
The dragon takes notice of this, as well. She seems surprised.
"Wow! You're getting kinda big there, girl... Perhaps TOO big..." the dragon says. You're not sure what the dragon means by that, and Jessie stops eating for a second, taking the second to stare at the dragon.
"Oh, don't worry about it sweetie," the dragon says nonchalantly. Jessie doesn't put anymore thought into it, and returns to stuffing her face.
One thing is certain: the dragon is planning something. What it is exactly, remains to be seen. She continues smiling at Jessie.
Written by Omnimancer
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