Deep within the castle like mountain, high above a ruined village, a battle could be heard from within. Scrapes and tears and moans echoing all through the cave walls. A loud cackling heard over it all, laughing at the victories this chuckler obtaining. The origin of these noises can be pin pointed coming from the master’s cave room. Shreds of metal and skin flew out the open doorway as more moans and cackles echoed from within. Uninvited guests would have guessed a massacre was being dealt inside that room, but anyone brave enough to peer inside would quickly find out that this nothing more than the grand dragoness, queen of her castle within the cave, ravenously enjoying her enormous meal that she had collected from the village below, tossing aluminum scrap and fruit skins away after she was finished with them.
The effect of this grand meal was immediately apparent in the oversized orb that protruded out from her center. It lurched out, swelling inch by inch as the dragoness continued to devour more and more of the continuously shrinking mound of food around here. Crumbs rained down from the dragoness’s maw and fell down onto her gut, getting themselves wedged in between the scales that sprinkled the enormous planetoid orb. The sight of this orb looked like a beautiful contrast of the night sky, dark scales scattered about the shining white sky. Only a small handful ever get to see this beauty, and one of them was standing silently by the corner, watching as her master continued to devour her stolen delicacies. The mousey mistress would have marveled this sight if didn’t remind her of her master cruel and disastrous methods of acquiring the large mounds of food that took to create such a masterpiece.
This mistress was assigned only one job and one job only, and this took into play once the dragoness finished meal. This dragoness loved to savor every single bite that she took from her stolen goods, and she wouldn’t be satisfied until she managed to eat each and every single crumb that made up each morsel that was crammed into her mouth, so the mistress’s job was to climb the mountain of skin and scales that was growing before her, and collect each and every crumb that found itself stuck between the scales. ‘
Apparently being in a state of bliss from her large intake of food wasn’t enough,’ thought the mistress to herself, ‘noooo, she has to eat each and every crumb and grown herself into a swollen watermelon, unable to do anything for herself at this, to be able to be completely satisfied. AND THEN bark orders at her maids and butlers to do her every whim because she’s too much of a stupid, oversized glutton to stop herself from growing so large that she can’t even so much as turn her thick panned, no brain, good for NOTHING-‘
“Hey!” barked the dragoness, snapping the mistress out of her train of thought, “What are deaf and stupid? I said it’s time to do your job!”
“Yes Master,” the mistress replied to her over demanding dragoness. Focusing back to the large gut, she was surprise to find that the belly of dragoness had grown a remarkable amount while the mistress was lost in thought. Now this belly was truly titanic, the skin beneath the scales stretched thin from the enormous intake of food the dragoness had devoured. The once beautiful, contrasting night sky seemed more like over filled, spotted water balloon. It would size itself as a mountain compared to the small frame of the mini mistress. Though the change in size stunned her, it was still far from the norm, in fact, she should have expected such a turnout, the dragoness wouldn’t have wanted it to go anything other way, she would have wanted to have a gut as large as a child’s imagination, probably bigger, who knows.
The small mistress approached the looming dome as it menacingly groaned and creaked, the skin beneath the scales now a light shade of red. She grabbed a scale and began climbing the mountain of trapped digested food. She could hear the small groans the belly gave as she pulled on the scales, climbing higher and higher, collecting the small crumbs that she found here and there. This was truly an exhausting job, climbing up and down the walls of this dangerously swollen belly, struggling to dislodge small crumbs that found themselves deep beneath a scale. It didn’t help that the skin felt like she was actually scaling a large, smooth, round rock, it would have so much easier if the skin would have any give at all. Then again, why would it be easy?
“How’s it… Oooh… how’s it going up there?” asked the dragoness, “found all the crumbs yet?”
‘Of course I didn’t find all the crumbs,’ the mistress thought, ‘I was only able to scale the west end of your village wide orb!” “Nope, not yet!” answered the mistress, disappointed in herself that she didn’t tell that dragoness off.
“Well hurry up, I’m dying to devour each and every bit of crumb that I’ve stolen from those foolish villagers,” the dragoness added, chortled loudly, causing the surface beneath the mistress to bounce uncontrollably, and causing her to nearly slip off the belly. Don’t want that to happen, it’s a long fall from down there. After she recovered her footing, she could hear the dragoness moan in discomfort after such a heavy laugh. “I can’t believe I’ve eaten so much,” replied the dragoness, for what felt like the twelfth time this week for the mistress, “Can’t wait to do it again. Those stupid villagers are always hanging on that last feeble strand of hope, thinking that was my last visit and thinking that they’re safe, but guess what?” asked the dragoness to the unnoticeably annoyed mistress at the top of her belly. After several seconds of silence, the mistress responded “What?” before being responded with a loud “IT’S NOT!” and being thrown in the air by the sudden shift beneath her, before feeling the dragoness give another hearty chuckle.
Laying on the ground the mistress could hear the strains inside the dragoness’s gut. She could hear the gut struggling to contain the impossibly large amount of food, she can hear the skin stretching and straining as the food continued to find more to room to grow in, she hear groans of this over taxed gut, ready to give off at any moment. It was at this point that the mistress realized that she was standing on a large land mine (or ocean mine if we’re comparing sizes). She was tempted to do it, to find a way to denote this large symbol of greed and gluttony, she could do it, but would she?
“This is taking longer than it should! Do I have to find another crumb finder? I have no problem eating you and I’ll do it!” threatened the swollen dragoness, clawing her chubby hands at her belly, trying to see if she could get a view of her tiny mistress.
The mistress slumped her posture and picked the crumb filled bag up, “Sorry, I was just distracted by your… beautiful orb of a belly!” responded the mistress, making her way to awaiting head of the dragoness. Even if she wanted to pop this belly, she had no way of doing it, she had no pin to jab the swollen orb, she couldn’t wait and depend on the dragoness to do it herself, she’s still waiting for it to happen! There’s nothing this little mistress could do to make her master go boom.
On her way there, she heard dragoness roar a pained moaned, “HEEEEY! Watch where you’re stepping!” she barked at her. The mistress, puzzled, looked down to see what she had stepped on. It was the belly button of the dragoness, pushed out to be a proud outie. The skin around this outie was ferociously red and, strangely, felt much more delicate and frail than the rest of the sturdy surface of the orb. Wait… this can be it, this can be her ticket out of this atrocious job, “Yes!” the mistress squeaked, covering her mouth. “What was that?” asked the dragoness, growing more impatient by the second. “Nothing,” the mistress replied. Then it hit her, she’s going to have to find a way to jab this area in one sweep, otherwise her master will of the wiser and stop her. How? By rolling of course. And splat goes the mistress.
The mistress tried to think quickly of multiple way she can jab into this belly, but it all lead up to one fatal flaw, she didn’t have a pin. Suddenly she heard a crack, it wasn’t the belly finally out, no, it came from above. Looking around, she searched for the origin of the crack, and then she spotted it, a half of a tooth pick, its significant other was wedged under a skin. “What’s the hold up? You’re running out of second chances, Master is hungry, NOW!” There’s no time to pull this piece of the tooth pick out, she had to hurry, otherwise she’s going to miss her chance. Mistress ran to the center of the belly, where the sensitive area was situated, held the toothpick up above her head, jumped at the right moment and thrust the toothpick down on her target.
The dragoness was growing impatient, ‘That’s it, I’m eating her, she lost her chance.’ “Hey, Missy? Are you done yet? Sorry for yelling back there. You know, I was thinking I’d reward you for all you hard-Ow!” The dragoness clutched her belly as she felt something jab her. “What was… Oooooh… oh god no!” The dragoness could her belly reacting violently to the sudden jab; she could hear the audible groans growing louder and louder as her large dome began swelling once more. The food within her had finally found a place to move through. She tried to hold her belly together but all she could see was the space between her hand expanding as the skin began growing a menacing darker red, feeling the vibrations beneath her fingertips growing to a tremendous magnitude.
The dragoness shut her eyes in pain, waiting for the inevitable to happen. She cringed as she felt her belly lurch forward but in those precious seconds of pause, she felt a small foot land on the bridge of her nose and as she open her eyes, she saw it, the most appalling thing she could have ever seen. It was mistress, flipping the dragoness the bird, they must be extinct because there is only two left, look there’s the other one.
After those precious few seconds of bird watching, the titanic, overstuffed, angry, red belly of the dragoness burst into a death star like explosion of chewed food and pastries, whizzing by the mistress as she jumped off the head and was sent flying, by the explosion, out the window of the room (Yes, the cave room had a window, what of it) and sent her falling into the lake below. And in those seconds she spent flying through the air, you know before she was crushed by crashing at high speed into the lake which most people know feels like stone when you’re flying towards it *clears throat* she finally felt as free as a bird.