The End

You quietly resign your self to your fate as the dragon picks you up and sets you on a large silver plate.

She has no need to keep you from escaping as your weight is already keeping you pinned down. You are rather dismayed to see your belly bulge outward by about 6 or 7 feet above you. "Man, I really have let myself go."

The dragon licks her chops one last time. Then she opens her jaws wide and leans forward and you brace your self for what is about to happen next.

As the dragons teeth make short work of your fattened midriff you take a small comfort in knowing you won't have to work off all this weight...

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