Feeding Time

Despite the large meal you ate before being brought here, you hear your large stomach roar, and clutch it in pain.

'Ha!' exclaims Peter. 'Hungry already are you? Well, I gave you my warning, but there's the trough.'

He turns you around to look down into a large field. In the middle there is indeed a large feeding trough, like those one would see on a farm, to which a few of the other dragons are moving.

Despite the warning he gave you, you can't ignore the rumbling mountain that is your belly, its loud outbursts amplified by its size, and you begin your slow waddle to the trough.

When you near the trough, your great tummy rubs against the smooth surfaces of the other blimps gathered around you with their heads shoved deep into the fluid mass, slurping and gorging as quickly as possible, deep moans of pleasure escaping between gulps.

You wedge yourself between two such creatures, and feel them shiver slightly at the contact, but they otherwise pay you no mind. With this secure placement, you lean forward and force your muzzle right down into the goop.

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