Vincent The Disposal Unit - Day 4
 
 
Day 3: Contains: Mass Vore, Stuffing, Extreme Weight Gain, Force Feeding, Dragons, Aliens, Scalies, Digestion, Fat, Tubby, Unwilling Prey, Prey Smaller than Pred, Extreme Weight Gain, Immobility, restraints, straps, science fiction, tube feeding
 
 
 
 
Day 4:
 
 
His breathing was slower, much heavier than he remembered. Even small movements brought the sensation of softly jiggling fat. His half asleep mind dwelt on the fact that all of those wonderful layers of thick padding were as the result of eating girls. So many of them. How many had he eaten though? He thought to himself as he struggled to work his eyes open. He blinked and saw the latest primary readout which had docked itself permanently on the side of his display:
 
“
Current Weight: 12.3 Metric tons
Current Diameter: 12.5 meters
Prey Consumed: 385
Stomach Contents: 50 litres
“
 
 
Most of those numbers were cause for his shafts to twitch with desire and lust, one of them, the last one only led to hunger pangs in his stomach. It felt like it had been days, but really it was barely 10 hours since he last ate. He hadn’t even finished digesting his last meal but already he needed more, he knew it. He hoped they had not woken him for no reason. His sleepy form squirmed in his bindings, making them creak, he noticed a new and pleasant sensation, when he flexed his tailhole he found that something was wedged in back there, and wedged in deep. He looked at his monitors, seeing that another tube had been added there. He swayed his tail with excitement, surely they would not do that if there was no more to eat? Something blinked up on his display.
 
 
“Imminent rendezvous with two other Arkoran ships in need of captive disposal.”
 
 
A grin formed on his face. He writhed with glee at the message and a small growl emitted from around the tube. With that alert the lighting began to pulse in a repeating pattern, red, red, blue, red, red, blue. And a sound that he could feel throughout his body rang out. It was almost below his range of hearing and so it came across almost as vibration as it filled the cavernous space. Apparently this was an emergency to them.
 
A pair of teams of Arkorans came clattering down the gangways, their semi lizard-like forms almost entirely naked. When not dressed for battle they despised clothes. There was a lot of chattering and hissing amongst themselves as they accessed a panel nearby. A few others made their way over to him. Their hands started to touch around his face, his cheeks, his multitude of thickly padded chins. Either they just wanted to get a better look at him and examine him or they liked him more than a little.
 
 
Behind the ones tending to him the others were using controls to lower something down from the roof although it was hard to see what from his vantage point. His attention flitted back and forth between the groups until something stole his focus with the closest group. A hand slid down the side of the tube into his maw, feeling between the very flexible tube and his maw.
 
He shuddered and reflexively gave a gulp. The female hissed and shivered a bit. She then pulled at the tube in his maw, and he found several sets of hands going about helping to pull the tube up. It felt unnatural the way it slid up along the inside of his throat from deep within him. Once the tube came up he could see why they were removing it. The lower parts were in tatters. His stomach had been doing a number even on that strengthened tube.
 
 
Finally it flopped wetly out of his maw and onto the gangway, being dragged off, and leaving his muzzle very much empty. He found it hard to close his mouth, drool running down the edges of it and splattering to the floor. He flexed his jaws a few times and then felt a few sets of hands working at the inside of his maw, massaging and working at his tongue, cheeks, and gums. They tasted divine. He licked around them hungrily for a few moments before using the low gravity one of them pushed off from the deck, her head, chest and most of her torso went into his maw in one and even part way into his throat.
 
 
He was about to wonder whether this was intentional when he realised he didn’t really care and was about to swallow when he got his answer as she wiggled like a shark, powering herself forward and down his throat. He gave a spluttering, surprised gulp. It wasn’t like she had been a challenge really. She was much smaller than many of the meals he had had but she was the first who hadn’t been deposited via a tube for a while.
 
 
He panted slightly, jaws still open as three others clambered up the smallish ramp towards his head and began to climb in feet first this time. This time though they didn’t go down immediately. The reason for this soon made itself apparent. The other team had brought down the object, or more specifically objects. Three tubes, more girthy than the one he had had in before were bunched up together, the ends were rounded and moulded to have handles.
 
 
The three of them reached out for those handles when Vincent got an idea that to him seemed rather fun. He threw his head back and his fat neck bulged firmly for a moment before the three meals were sent down his gullet in a single rolling swallow. And by the time his head came back down there was naught left in his maw but teeth and drool, waiting and open.
 
 
He lapped at his chops hungrily and the teams bringing the tubes over seemed more than a little flustered by his little game. Ten minutes later they finally corralled the drake into swallowing down the three fat tubes, which had felt absolutely wonderful as they slid down his throat, weighed down by a triplet of girls. The process had stretched his gullet quite nicely, and the weight of them had pulled the tubes fully into his gut this time.. However during that process they lost no fewer than 12 arkoran females. Although with the way they moaned and squirmed on the way down and hardly tried to fight back he guessed they were more than a little willing to end up as snacks for him.
 
 
The two remaining Arkorans walked off, almost looking sad that they hadn’t had their own chance to join their sisters in his stomach. The sound of the alert had remained throughout the process and now that he was alone once more, drooling around three fat feeding tubes.
 
 
Their work had been finished just in time, or they had been the holdup in the next part of the process as the sound of the pump clunking on cut through the near subsonic noise of the alarms. The bulges began to descend from above him, his eyes staring past the display could see a good number of them, each tube packed with bulges that were tip to tail.
 
 
To his surprise it was not his maw that received a meal first. That privilege belonged to his rump which suddenly stretched around something making him shudder, moan and slump in his gear as the wiggling meal was deposited deep into him from behind. And as he hung there in that state other meals reached his maw. All three at once. His cheeks bulged outwards and a moment later his fat padded neck was swelling with the forms of what tasted like three different species. In the end what they were didn’t matter too much to him. They were all food in the end. He shivered and his cocks twitched as he realised that his meals were now so close together in the tubes that by the time they were about to be deposited inside of his belly his throat was already stretching around the next batch. He was drooling qutie uncontrollably at this point, both from around those tubes and his cocks. The extra stimulation of prey being pumped up through his rear really capped off the wondrous sensations.
 
 
The tubes slowly slipped out of sync with each other. What had been defined, huge bulges of prey was now like an extremely consistent flow. A flow fast enough that when he eyed up the monitors he could actually see his stomach swelling, expanding more with every moment. Between the dull throb of the alert system and the almost rhythmic pumping of food down his throat time started to get away from him. He defocused, just letting his meals pour into his stomach directly. He only started to come back to reality when he started to feel more full, his stomach starting to actually feel somewhat tight. Even the displays in front of him bore this out. He could see the numbers never stayed the same for more than a moment or two, constantly climbing as he grew.
 
 
“
Current Weight: 70.3 Metric tons...
Current Diameter: 42 meters… 42.1 meters
Total Prey Consumed: 812… 813… 814...
Stomach Contents: 427 live prey… 428…. 429...
“
 
 
He was now weighing in heavier than some small one person ships. Despite this and the growing tension and fullness in his belly he knew he needed and wanted more. He was certainly approaching the point of not being identifiable as a dragon, other than the fat tail that sprung out from above a pair of small moons he called his ass cheeks. His chins and neck were building up and getting ever fatter but he also noticed that he seemed to not only be growing in girth. For he knew for how fat he was he should’ve been entirely encompassed in his own fat. He certainly wasn’t getting bigger at a similar speed to his weight increase, probably having only gained a couple meters in height in total, but it was enough to stop him drowning in his own fat.
 
 
His stomach let out a blorping whine that sounded rather unhappy. To say he was pushing his body to some extreme levels would’ve been the understatement of the century. As it turned out, becoming the literal belly of the ship has to be rough on a body, even one as large and powerful as himself. He found that he had a slight pressure developing at the bottom of his gullet, his stomach was starting to back up with prey as the weight of them alone wasn’t quite enough to keep them all down and filling him.
 
 
All of a sudden he had to learn to swallow again if he wanted to keep going. It took a few tries to really get the hang of it once more, but once he did he was like a champ. He gulped and swallowed, adding more force to his eating, desperate to feel himself truly full. Each of those swallows made his body quiver and wobble in the microgravity. His grunts, groans and gulps filled the room as he desperately tried to force in more girls than his body could really handle at that point.
 
 
The sensation of his stomach stretching so tight, so full under all those layers of fat was immensely satisfying to the gigantic drake. Finally with a small flurry of heavy gulps he managed it and the very last of his prey from those ships slid down his throat. He breathed heavily, his scales covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. That perspiration wasn’t actually from the large scaled creature though, instead it was a fine mist the ship’s systems had sprayed onto him from unseen heights above to help bring his body temperature down. Eating like this was hard work afterall.
 
 
He curled the still relatively lithe tip of his tail around the tube behind him, squeezing lightly and making sure there were no more meals headed in that way before relaxing. Or relaxing as much as he could given that every few moments he had to give a firm gulp to make sure his meals weren’t forced back up by the pressure.
 
 
Slowly but surely the torpor overtook him once more. Although this time it had nothing to do with the drugs they gave him and everything to do with the satisfying meal they had finally fed him.
 
 
Whilst his eyelids grew heavier his eyes darted around the screen before him looking at those stats
“
Current Weight: 95.4 Metric tons
Current Diameter: 65.3 meters
Total Prey Consumed: 1128
Stomach Contents: 743 live prey
“