“UUUOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRPPP!!!”

The belch was long, loud, and crass. And yet no matter how loud it was or how much it echoed, even that could not drown out the groaning, gurgling struggles within Marianna’s stomach.

Wiping at her moist lips with a fingertip, the panthress pillowed her chin across her enormous breasts and let the resounding glorps and muffled roars from below lull her into a satiated state of rest. Beneath her lay her gargantuan stomach, the bloated mass of it as large as a royal carriage. Within lay the tightly-curled form of a dragon, the beast throwing his weight this way and that against the fat-laden walls of her gut. From this high up, the feline witch looked down and felt like a true conqueror…and the beast’s pitiful roars of fury and frustration only enticed her further.

“I know you dragons have a reputation as big, brutish beasts, but really! To come and challenge me right outside my own home, my sanctuary?” The feline prodded at the sleek pelt covering her stomach, her fingertips dimpling against a few inches of fat stretched thin across several tons of drake. “Just for that, you definitely deserve to become cat-flab, delicious.”

She had merely been tending to the garden outside her woodland cottage when the dragon had landed in a fury, blathering on about who he was and his various accomplishments. Whether he’d been too arrogant or dim-witted to realize who the small feline before him was didn’t matter; he’d chosen his fate by daring to come and face her here, where her powers were at their strongest.

Loosing another long belch, Marianna wriggled her soft rump and gave her massive breasts a few squeezes, all the better to accentuate her softness. “Do keep struggling down there, however. If you’re truly a dragon and not simply some lizard enchanted by a hedge wizard, I expect you to really fight against my stomach.” Watching his reaction, and feeling the shuddering mass of dragonflesh beneath her roil and struggle against her belly’s embrace, Marianna gleefully flicked her tail this way and that. “After all, you’re hardly the first dragon to meet his end stewing in my guts. I’ve practically made a second career for myself in eating your kind!”

The muffled rumble of anger from within her was quashed by a rippling gwuuuuurrrrgle that made the feline sorceress shiver. Her stomach was quite powerful, and true to her boast, this was most certainly not the first dragon to find himself trapped within her acid-lined walls. Already, her ever-hungry stomach was pumping fluids and enzymes all around him, sizzling acids sloshing against his scales while the squishy, fleshy walls gave him no respite, pounding at him in an effort to weaken him further.

“Mmmf,” she purred to herself. “Do you hear that? I don’t think you’ll last much longer in there, dragon.” She raked thick fingers through her fur, feeling the hard pressure of so much scaly flesh beneath her belly’s stretched pelt. “But don’t worry…you’re doing your part in making me more beautiful, more powerful…and of course, much, much fatter!”

Whatever weakening response the dragon might have made was utterly drowned out in a cacophony of digestive noise: liquidy sloshes and slurps, mighty, echoing grumbles, a burbling, gurgling sound much like her own cauldron might make over a fire. The cat’s gigantic stomach knew what to do with so much food, and it worked at the dragon’s flesh and scales as quickly as it could!

Yet for all that, he was still quite the large dragon, and her belly could only process him so much at a time. It took all day to churn and squish him, and as his form collapsed upon itself, Marianna’s own body grew thicker and rounder. First, her stomach smoothed out bit by bit as the bulges of limb and snout, wing and tail all vanished beneath a new layer of chub. Her sides and rear began ballooning outward, and her breasts began to swell with newfound fat.
As the feline’s guts processed all of that delicious dragon-tonnage, her belly shrank and shrank, his scales dissolving into goo, his flesh sizzling within her stomach like so much steak on a hot stove. The woods around her cottage were filled by the echoing bluuuuurrrps and guuuurrrrrgles, until night fell and the normal woodland chatter reigned.

Heaving herself back to her paws, Marianna was grateful that she possessed a feline’s keen sense of balance, because the changes wrought on her form were beyond imagining! The dark-furred panthress was always known for being thick and busty, and now she was adding a dragon’s worth of weight to all the right places.

Her breasts, normally a size larger than her head, had tripled in mass. Caressing the underside of one gigantic, pillowy boob, Marianna found that she couldn’t even reach out to touch her nipple, the four-inch-wide dug standing out in a sea of darker flesh as wide as her face.
Those beauties required a veritable bed of bellyflesh to support them, and the dragon had not disappointed in providing her there, either. Her soft, flabby gut hung out in front of her almost five feet, spreading her cleavage and sagging just below her knees. The sheer girth and softness of it meant she could have been carrying a woman her former size inside that sphere and no one would have ever been the wiser.

And yet all of that paled in comparison to her rear. With a toss of her long, curly dark hair, Marianna took a glimpse behind and grinned. “Ooooogh, dragons always add so much gorgeous mass to my rear!”

Her thick asscheeks had been as round as her breasts beforehand, but now they were gargantuan full moons, pushing her hips and thighs out to untold proportions. The feline mage pushed her hands back to grab at so much buttflesh, sucking in at her lip and letting out an aroused yowl of pleasure. Her rump sagged heavily, each cheek fighting with the other for space, creating a constant jostling, jiggling motion that made her feel light-headed with happiness. Each soft-furred asscheek was a good three feet across...and given that she was only five-foot-six herself, it meant that her ass was now wider than she was tall!
“Ooooh, yes. These two girls of mine are going to be wobbling for a month thanks to your addition, scrumptious.”

Taking a few steps, she saw that her front and back balanced one another out admirably, and though it took a few moments to get the right rhythm to her walk, she took pride in the fact that she carried her new weight quite expertly.
“Mmm, there’s so much more of me now. But it means all the yard work will have to wait… Perhaps I can just go back in and start re-cataloguing some of those potions and items...”

Yet as she began wobbling her way to her cottage, her stomach spoke up once again, this time giving a gurgling, grumbling whine of hunger. The panthress stopped at that and began to slowly, teasingly rub at her belly’s soft, bloated side. Sure enough, beneath that wobbling, burbling thickness that the dragon had so recently provided, there was another groan of need.

“Well, now. It seems that, since you’ve settled so nicely on my stomach, I’m starting to feel quite hungry again!” Marianna let her tongue glide across her lips, catching a few ribbons of drool that were already falling from her mouth. She turned back to look out into the darkness of the woods, mind already leaping ahead. “I wonder if you had a mate out there… And I wonder if she’s just as fattening as you turned out to be…”

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Picture done for  Stalbon a little while ago, featuring his cat witch Marianna gurgling up a big dragon! He wrote the story as well!

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