You let out a slow sigh as your consciousness returns to you. Sleeping in after a big meal is always a pleasure… you can still feel the tingling in your guts signifying that Charizard’s passage through, as well as the telltale bit of squeeze where the mattress molds around your ass cheeks telling you where the dragon ended up. You lazily run your hands over your belly, finding a small dome of soft chub where the massive bulge of male dragon once rested. That's nothing new. Thankfully, the impressive metabolism your girlish body has developed always seems to do away with needless flab in no time at all, even when you overeat like you did last night. Speaking of which, there was a reason you decided to scarf down that dragon…
Your dainty hands move up from your potbelly to touch your tits, and you immediately scowl at what you find there. Practically… nothing. Sure, you’ve got a nice rack, B-cup maybe, but they're nothing compared to the other ladies at your workplace. No matter how many prey you boil away in your gut- sometimes you’ve even tried multiple at once or big, fatty ones like the Charizard- none of them ever seem to make it above your waistline. It all goes to your belly and hips, a bit on your ass, and gets burned away within weeks. Thoroughly groping your flimsy bust, you can feel maybe a tiny bit of extra bulk since before you digested that dragon, but you could easily just be imagining it. You even willed him up to your boobs while you were falling asleep and had a dream where you walked into work with two wonderfully round and hefty, fuzzy white globes bouncing against your chest. You tossed them around on the stage, licked them and squeezed them together, even smushed a good-looking catboy in between... it felt wonderful. But, it seems that just isn’t for you. Damn your girlish fairy physique. As much as you love your job, you’re tired of just being ‘cute.’ Your hands slowly stroke over your pudgy belly and pinch at the unwanted, yet rather nice layer of cushy fairy fat.
“Least I can still dream about it… bleh.”
There are many other advantages to being a Sylveon of course, one of which is your aforementioned quick metabolism and naturally svelte body. Your typing makes it very easy for you to overpower dragons, so you’ve developed a bit of an affinity for packing them away in whatever crevice you choose. As a fairy, and a vorish veteran, your little body stretches farther than anyone seems to expect, which is part of why you're so popular with the crowd; a mighty dragon struggling desperately to escape your cutesy butt makes for quite a show.
With the topic of work on your mind, you finally overcome your lethargy and roll out of bed, letting out a cute yawn as you stretch your chubby body. You need to…
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