Entering the dragon's den was more than a little disorienting. The directions she'd given you were easy to follow, except for the part where you had to walk into a rather ominous-looking cave entrance. You'd gotten a chill, which was replaced with confusion as you saw the doorway lying within it, outside of the sunlight. The huge, 22-foot-tall gold dragoness opened the massive, creaking door once you knocked and you'd stepped forth into this.
 
Everything - the appliances, the furniture, the decor - was more or less in line with a suburban home. But there were no windows of any kind, and everything was built to her scale, not yours. You had the bizarre, terrifying yet almost nostalgic feeling of being stuck inside a childhood nightmare, with seats considerably taller than you, tables that reached higher up than your own house's ceiling, and a two-story-tall refrigerator. It was dispelled as soon as she appeared in the living room.
 
She was immediately captivating, like facing a living landmark that talked. Dragons were humanoid, like every other sapient species, and she shared the same basic proportions and anatomy that you had, only upscaled. But everything about her seemed beautiful. The way the lights of her home hit her scales caused them to shimmer and iridesce in your eyes. Her exquisitely well-defined, yet womanly physique. Her boulder-sized breasts, wider than you were tall. Her gorgeous chestnut hair, styled in long bangs that reached down to her shoulders, framing her long ears, face, and horns perfectly. Her… everything.
 
Right now, though, she wasn't showing off. Those boulders, and those rippling legs were tightly bound in a crop-top and very light-washed jeans. Except for her size, she could have passed for a fairly normal city girl anywhere. And except for its volume, there was little out of the ordinary about her voice.
 
"Sorry for leaving you alone for a bit, I had to freshen up really quick, hah." She wouldn't have sounded out of place among today's college girls, or among your friend group for that matter. At "merely" 152 years old, she was the equivalent of a young adult, just about as mature as you despite being older than nearly all other sapient beings alive. You just noded and blushed.
 
"So, we can stop beating around the bush. You're here to get hoarded, cutie." The entire practice was still controversial. Ever since the latest generation of dragons had decided to eschew the brutal traditions of their society and integrate with the rest of the world, stigma had clouded the topic of hoarding. Whereas older dragons hoarded gold and jewels, the younger ones considered those things rather tacky. In line with the modern world, they now preferred to hoard art, good clothing… and people. Now, vore was not obscure or niche as a practice, but hoarding took things to a different level.
 
"Yeah," you said reluctantly, your voice a whisper to the thunder. You'd found out that Carat was moving into the hills near your home a year ago, and her arrival had caused a lot of debate and consternation in local government. Dragons always drew attention like that. You hadn't cared: it tickled a part of your soul that normally refused to come out in the light of day. Not only were you into vore, but also safe vore, and the idea of being hoarded for real drove you nuts. You had reached out to the dragoness online, introducing yourself and asking if you could discuss the topic at her home. To your surprise she had agreed after a short discussion, and a few months of closing affairs later, here you were.
 
"With a tone like that, I almost feel like I should add you right now, but there's some things you have to understand. First of all: you need to know that this will not be a casual relationship. This isn't like being a belly pet for a weekend. If you go through with this, you'll become my possession, and I'll treat you as such." You nodded, rapt in attention. She continued: "Good. Now, this is going to get weird." She began unzipping her jeans and pulling them off right there in front of you. You realized dimly what she was about to show you, but pushed down the awareness. She kicked away the crumpled-up jeans, and you averted your eyes.
 
"Second: Other dragons keep their hoards in their caves, their dens, often even in their stomachs or up their tailholes. However, *my* hoard…" She paused dramatically, thrusting her hips.
 
"Swings between my legs." You looked back in time to see her with her panties around her ankles, an immense set of draconic cock and balls staring at you. It was odd that you didn't notice them earlier, even proportionally they were absolutely humongous: if she were a normal-size person that shaft would be ten inches long and both of her balls the width of grapefruits. She was wearing a cock ring with a strange, glowing script written on it, and as she took it off you admired the rest of her body. Her build was like that of a supermodel, but with bulging muscles packed seemingly everywhere they could fit. You could easily have used her as an anatomy reference.
 
A penile anatomy reference, too, you realized as she slipped the ring off and powerfully squatted down. In less than a second that already enormous dragon meat stretched out until it reached past her knees, growing so girthy that ridged shaft rubbed up against her mighty thighs. Her balls dropped, or rather increased in size. In a heartbeat they grew to touch the floor, in another they were draping out over her feet, and beyond. They were bigger than weather balloons - and alive with activity. At any moment there were over two dozen imprints: distinct impressions of hands, arms, legs, feet, faces, breasts, cocks and butts shifting across the smooth, scaled surface of that giant nutsack. Two immense testicles, themselves mighty enough to hold a large crowd of willing, squirming occupants. You could see human, feline, canine, cervine and bovine faces, among some other species, press out on the ballflesh. Her cock, initially flaccid and draped over those gigantic gonads, slowly grew erect. You recoiled, as that massive meat seemed like it was moving toward you of its own accord, but you were no less aroused.
 
"Alright," Carat chuckled, "let's be clear about this. It's going to be hot, dark, and smelly in there. You'll have a hard time moving. Sometimes you might be packed in so tight you can't move yourself at all. That's how it is. You won't get crushed, I can assure you of that, but it will get uncomfortable at times. Are you willing to accept that?" You nodded, but raised a hand. There was something bothering you.
 
"I'm not a schoolteacher!" She giggled. "What?"
 
"What happens if I ever need to, um, relieve myself?" It was pretty serious, and something you'd been wondering about with belly pets and hoarding that nobody ever seemed to bring up.
 
"My package has ways of dealing with that," she replied, giving those low-hanging family jewels a proud caress. "Nobody's taking a dump or a leak on anybody." Somehow you weren't fully convinced, but given that the people within her weren't miserable it had to be true.
 
"Okay. What's the third thing?" you asked, shivering a little. She had worn a cocky smirk the whole discussion, and kept it so effortlessly that it seemed like her resting face.
 
"I'd like to know a bit more about you. I'm gonna admit I ran a bit of a background check and went undercover online, poked around your digital haunts to get a feel for what you're like, but I want to ask you personally and be sure of this stuff. What are you interested in?"
 
"Well..." you began rattling off some of your interests, both prurient and not prurient. Halfway through she stopped you.
 
"That's all fine with me. I've got some real serious geeks swinging around in there already, you'll love talking to 'em. But what I meant to ask was more about... what do you want to get out of life? Is there any big ambition you have? I'd like to know, especially if being trapped in my sack would interfere with it."
 
"To tell you the truth..." It was surprisingly difficult to tell her. Maybe because her extreme beauty and brazen displays of sexuality had left you too horny to focus properly, or you just hadn't thought through your reasons as well as you believed, but the words came out so halting it was awkward. You covered most of it anyways.
 
Before she responded, she took off her crop top and bra, shamelessly discarding them with a flick of the wrist. The smirk was gone, and lust was written all over her face.
 
"I've heard enough. Everything you're putting aside, all the parts of your life you're sacrificing... that speech was *music* to my ears. It was *so* hot. I can't wait any longer, just strip down and hop in my cock!" Her erection grew stiff, and she began to openly masturbate with her left hand. You tore your outfit off as fast as humanly possible and let her pick you up with her right. She lifted you up to her face so fast you were left a little dizzy.
 
"Give me a deep kiss, and look into my face. I want you to remember it." She leant in close, opening her mouth and extending the tip of her pink tongue to touch your mouth. You obligingly kissed it, the lower half of your face left slick with sweet-tasting dragon saliva. She pulled you back and you took all the lines, all the scale patterns of her face in as best you could. Her arched eyebrows, her sharp eyes and deep crimson irises.
 
"Alrighty. In you go!" She moved you back down to her cock, which her left hand was still rhythmically pumping. It was nearly vertical. You could see the individual veins and spots on her massive cockhead, wider than you were by a considerable margin. It pulsed and throbbed more intensely the closer you got, as if it was eager for you to enter. You wiggled your feet as they drew closer and closer to that winking cockhole. Finally, she slipped one of them in.
 
The massive shaft seemed to respond to you, and only you, as you entered that long urethra. It was heavenly, feeling that spongy flesh get a firm grip on your feet. As if by reflex it *throbbed*, taking in more of your leg, and you recklessly inserted your other foot in to accelerate the process. With another surging throb, you were in to your knees. You kicked around weakly, feeling the tight tunnel you'd be encased in, how you'd be trapped right in the middle of this gigantic dragon shaft. One third throb and you were up to your waist, your genitals being directly stimulated now. Seeing this, Carat let go of you, but as you got used to the tight space one last question struck you as urgent, and you needed an answer, *now*.
 
"Uh, great dragoness? Miss Carat?"
 
"What is it, soon-to-be ball-dweller?" Your navel fell in, and you were slowly being coated in her pre.
 
"H-how long are you going to keep me in here? I know it'll be a long time, but I never thought to do any research--" You'd heard figures of decades and even centuries bandied around, but only as rumors. You slipped further down and flailed your legs frantically for purchase so you could hear the answer, at least before the mighty dragon rod swallowed you in.
 
"Oh, you won't be spending the rest of your life in there. I'm not like some dragons. But you're so delicious, so squirmy already... I want to keep you in there a long time. Maybe a year. Or two. But, oh, man, how you're moving in there!" Up to your armpits now. But even through the lust and stimulation, her breathy voice and giggling suddenly felt *very* ominous. "You should've known what you were getting into! If you're always gonna be struggling like that, it's gonna be a while before I, a covetous dragoness, can accept letting an amazing prize like you back out." You had your arms folded down around her enormous head, gripping to keep your head out of the slit. Your grip was weakening--
 
"Just give me a number, *please*!" you said, desperation seeping into your voice. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...
 
"To be honest, probably a decade."
 
*What?! That's way too long!* you thought. A feeling of remorse was setting in, but before it could do so fully she looked down at your wide-eyed expression and thrust her hips, casting you into darkness.
 
"No! No! No! Please!" you yelled into the cockflesh. You flailed your arms outside, as that shaft sucked them down too, but it was too late. You didn't want to spend your whole twenties trapped in a dragon's balls! You didn't want to be hidden from the light of day until you were thirty! Regret tore at you, driving you to try to do something, anything to stop the urethra swallowing you and your remaining youth, but it was in vain. Despite your attempts to stop or steady yourself you slid steadily down the rock-hard cock, feeling Carat pumping frantically and jostling you within. Tears welled up in your eyes. A decade… a decade of your life just gone this easily. Even once you got out, you'd hate yourself forever for walking into this!
 
Even more embarrassingly, you were still very much aroused. The dragoness' hand was passing straight over you now, and the urethra became so tight that it was like she was masturbating you, too. Uncontrollable arousal mixed with pain and anger. You were sliding down a massive penis helplessly, unwillingly, naked. It was inevitable. It all built up until you shuddered and yelped under the mightiest orgasm of your life so far.
 
By the time you regained rational thought, your body was almost inside the massive nutsack. Hopeless and not a little embarrassed, you felt something open at the base of the shaft into a larger space.
 
A part of you began to accept this would be your home for the foreseeable future. Your feet landed on someone's thickly-furred back, and they turned around, seizing your ankles to pull you down. What you experienced as you dropped into the dragoness' sack was about the last thing you expected.
 
"Hey, a new person!" the anthro said, and in a moment you realized he was a canine. Then he disappeared, carried away and hidden behind other beefy bodies. Gloomy light and stifling heat filled the sack, the flesh somehow translucent. Everything as far as you could see was naked people. A ragged chorus of voices, of seemingly all age groups and genders, spoke up to greet you.
 
"Hi!" "Yo!" "Sup?" "Hello!"
 
"Uh, hi," was all you could manage in polite reply. "Is it true she's gonna keep me here for years?" You tried to orient yourself, but just couldn't. Other people's butts and feet and boobs and chests and limbs were all you could touch, as well as the sack walls. The balls jiggled as the dragoness kept fapping outside.
 
"You too?" someone chuckled. Hope died in your heart.
 
"Can you hear me down there, new toy?" Faintly, you heard the dragoness' voice. You had half a mind to beg her to let you out, but thought better of it.
 
"Sorry for the scare. I just loved your kicking and wanted to feel you *really* struggle! It still feels amazing keeping you in there, but I'll let you go in, oh, a year at most. Nngh!" Before you could start feeling relieved, your entire world shuddered. Carat was cumming. The churning of her balls drew you into the tangle of humans and anthros, which shifted. Grunts, moans and yelps rang out, some of them even from you. The sound of sloshing cum then drowned it out, a massive wave of white seminal fluid washing right over you. By the time the balls settled again, you were well-coated in fresh, hot dragon seed alongside everyone else. You squirmed for purchase, but there was none to be found. Again the balls jostled, rolling everyone around like a vast tumble-drier as the dragoness got up.
 
"Enjoy yourself!" The dragoness slipped her cockring back on and pulled on some panties, plunging you and everyone else into hot stinky darkness. But even with the hopelessness gone, there was still the issue of how you were gonna live in here. Everything stank of dragon jizz mixing with the unwashed musk of dozens of anthros and humans. It was obnoxious, but not all that bad after a while. It was as though two dozen people's raw femininity and masculinity was slammed into your nose all at once, and you got an extra helping here and there as her movement slammed someone's butt or crotch right in your face. You spent a few hours like that, repeatedly struggling, then yelping as you got your face marinated in other people's musk. It wasn't long before you started feeling hungry despite the grossness. The dragoness went about the rest of her day, cooking and cleaning and soon, masturbating again.
 
"Uh, guys? What am I gonna eat?" was all you had the strength to say after all that tossing back and forth.
 
"The stuff that's going in now! It's good for you!" a male voice responded, and you'd never know whose it was.
 
Carat's body shuddered, and you realized with some horror that her cum was all you'd have to eat. Disgust warred with hunger and lost. After a few seconds, another wave of white washed over everyone, and you opened wide and swallowed a few helpings of the stuff. The smell of it, the taste of it, was beyond musky. Almost cloying. Its full body and rich flavor filled your mind with comparisons to campfires and oven-seared bread. A welcome break from tasting stale crotch sweat, anyhow.
 
And despite it all, you soon found yourself becoming uncontrollably horny. Perhaps it was inevitable, with you directly inhaling the pheromones and natural body odor of two dozen other people. It was the morning of the second day before you finally gave in and pulled yourself tight to somebody, desperately rubbing off on them to orgasm. Not a few moments later someone vigorously mounted you from behind, then Carat fapped again and on it all went.
 
Time became measured by how long it'd been since the last good jostle or masturbation. You came to accept a sort of daily rhythm, sleeping whenever Carat slept, swallowing her cum whenever she fapped, fucking when things were stable. Sometimes you could have interesting conversations, but it seemed it was never long between one vigorous physical activity and another. Sometimes you were smushed into other people and the walls of your prison, sometimes you had some freedom of movement.
 
After a few days, you no longer shat or peed at all, nor did you become malnourished. Apparently dragon cum was not only very nutritious, but was completely absorbed into your body with no waste left behind. After a few weeks, you expected your muscles to start atrophying, but instead you realized they were getting bigger. You had read an article long ago about dragons' bodily fluids; their seminal fluid was utterly loaded with potent growth hormones and other such stuff. You didn't remember the details, but as a human-sized being you were basically taking a huge load of steroids for every meal of the day. You wondered if you'd be super cut or have your endocrine system screwed up when you got out of Carat's balls, but there wasn't much time to think.
 
The overload of pheromones gradually changed you. As the weeks dragged on into months, you bulked up and your libido grew until you were a beefy sex fiend who fucked just about anything, and the continuous movement of the dragoness left you with little time to worry about how long it would be until you left. Too busy struggling, drinking jizz and fucking. Someday you'd leave this place, but for now, this was your life.