Gluttony - Chapter 1: Hell

The blood-red dragon was an impressive sight. Three meters in height, Greed towered over the rest of his kin. His scales shone like the most precious rubies imaginable and his horns curved back in lethal keratinous scythes. But by far the most mesmerizing aspect of this dragon were his eyes, with their bizarre depth one could be lost in, their hypnotic and terrible beauty were to be admired. He was lord of gluttony, the beast of bellies. Ruling over the infernal plane of victual indulgence. He stood before a group of smaller dragons from the world above his heavenly hell, brought before the god they most idolized, the very thought pleased Greed immensely.
"You know why you're here" Greed announced to the congregation in front of him. He paced up and down like a commander addressing his troops.
"You want to get fat, you want to feel those tons of luscious lard heavy on your belly," he grinned, "It'll be all too easy".

And indeed it had been. Greed had been searching the upper world for suitable candidates for his fattening test, injecting dreams of gluttony and bloating into likely individuals to see who would react with the most ambition and enthusiasm. The devil lord was pleased to find his quest fruitful, producing seven subjects to begin the trials on.

Greed continued pacing, his black claws clicking against the warm rocks underfoot, his tail swaying slowly.
"While you are here you will be able to exert your self-indulgence to the best of your abilities. Immoderation is encouraged while submission will be punished. You will be put through several trials until only one of you will be the victor," He turned to face the group dramatically, "and your prize…" the competitors held their collective breath, Greed savored their eagerness "…you will remain here to glut and feast for eternity".


Serin had dreamed, quite literally, for something like this to happen. Not content with his pitiful gaining he had wished after endless supplies of food to sate his ravenous hunger. And now that moment had come. He watched raptly as the godly dragon strode before him, speaking words like music to his ears as he ached with longing at what was about to become.

Serin liked food, a lot, whereas most dragons in the upper world valued dominance through strength, he preferred dominance through weight. Long gone was his natural physique, replaced by a slowly growing layer of soft scaly flesh. But despite his best efforts, his fattening crusade was just that – slow. Annoyingly his stubborn metabolism hindered much of the fruits of his gorgings from being stored as fat, rather, burning it off with indecent haste as his body refused to stray from the mold set by his species. 'Well,' he thought, 'that's all about to change'. He, like the others, had been sent the ethereal invitation to fully break the chains of control and had enthusiastically responded, finding himself in the cavern when he awoke.
"…and if you are ready to accept, speak now, if not well…it's going to be pretty hard to find your way out" Serin had no desire to refuse. The dragons spoke their consent.

Immediately Serin felt an unnatural heat course through his body as the heady fires of sin purged all of his weak body's restriction, leaving behind an intoxicating euphoria of infinite possibility, he cried out in joy. He fell forward onto his knees, panting as the adrenaline pumped through his veins, Greed was bearing his teeth in a feral smile.
"Very good, we will start tomorrow when your appetites have been sharpened," there was a look of disappointment as a response, Greed merely smiled consolingly, an emotion he did not express very well, merely looking slightly unnerving, "believe me, hunger will be one of the most powerful weapons needed to win this game"

Serin groaned, laid out on the silky plush of his bed which felt like the very lard he wished to gain, his grass green scales convulsing against the scarlet material. The cavern seemed to drink his sustenance like a hungry maw, consuming his very essence. He felt weakened and somewhat betrayed as his voracious dreams were suspended by Greed, his longing for food consumed his every thought as he tried to ward off the pain spearing through his belly. The stone door melted away (a mechanism Serin was still getting used to) and in the space stood a striking blue dragon. Serin recognized him as one of his rivals.
"Hey, can I come in" he asked rather unnecessarily. Serin mustered enough strength to sit up and nodded to his guest who sat by the bed.
"Some mess we've gotten ourselves into," he remarked lightly, "I'm Furore"
"Serin" the green dragon muttered, his weakness reducing his voice to a barely audible whisper. The blue looked astonished at his lackluster greeting, he reached into the backpack he was carrying and pulled out a bar of chocolate.
"You're really not taking the curse very well are you, I was saving this just incase it got the better of me," he presented it to Serin, "you obviously need it more right now". Serin was about to reach out for the confection but paused with his hand in the air.
"Wait, how do I know I can trust you" Furore smiled reassuringly
"You can't, but why would I try to eliminate you if I don't know your skill? you may be no competition at all and I'd just be wasting my time" His reasoning wasn't all that sound but a thought occurred to Serin as Greed's words echoed in his mind.

Hunger will be one of the most powerful weapons needed to win this game

It was ironic, he would have to use self-control, one of the very things he wished to let go. Serin had an inkling that this was not exactly what Greed meant but nonetheless it would probably make him more willing for tomorrow's trial…whatever it was.
"No thanks, I need to keep my appetite strong" Furore looked taken aback but shrugged in indifference.
"There's no point wasting away but I guess its your choice" he stashed the bar away again.
"Why aren't you as hungry as I am?" indeed, Furore had shown no signs that the curse had been affecting him.
"Oh I am, I'm just used to it, I come from a place where food isn't plentiful" true, Furore was very lean, a trait uncommon amongst the competitors.
"Lucky you, I could eat tons right now" Serin's gut growled as if in agreement, Furore chuckled.
"Lets hope that's what'll happen tomorrow"
Greed's pupils were slitted as he linked his sight to the sleeping cave with the green dragon Serin. He was surprised to find the blue Furore there as well, he was amazingly adept at learning the unfamiliar surroundings as he found his way to Serin's cave. Most of the other subjects were merely tossing fitfully in their sleep, this pairing had caught his attention as he listened to their conversation. This was an occurrence that Greed had not expected, he encouraged selfishness and hoarding habits amongst the dragons, an alliance was one of the last things he thought would grow. Furore had offered to help Serin, the chocolate was uncontaminated, Greed scorned Serin's moderation but still, he sensed an enormous potential within the growing dragon. He sensed the same in Furore, but it was potential of a different kind.

The fires in Serin's cave brightened, simulating the rise of the sun as the green dragon shifted on his bed. He felt tired, unbelievably so, but he heaved himself out of the luxurious bed in anticipation for today's event. It struck him immediately, the increased feeling of lightness and mobility. He didn't like it. He looked down at his stomach and found that where there was once a slight bulge of fatty deposit was now quite flat. Growling, he stormed out of his cave, anxious to start today's trial.

Serin waited with angry determination as the rest of the group filtered into the cavern where they had met. Greed sat on a carved chair of black rock near where seven stone dais had risen out of the cavern floor, Serin stood at one, his belly growling audibly. His rivals were similarly affected, a few clutching their guts in shock of their weight loss. All except Furore, who still seemed utterly composed as he stood at the stone table next to Serin.
"Good morning"
"Easy for you to say" groaned Serin, Furore smiled apologetically
"Cheer up, I've got a good feeling about today" Greed stood and the dragons turned to him.
"Feel that hunger? Good, I want to see you use it" he said simply and sat back down. And then the most beautiful sight Serin had ever seen appeared right before him. Food, so much food. A chocolate cake the size of a tire, a jelly castle, a plate of doughnuts that looked as if they had been pumped full of liquid fat, overstuffed, bloated sausages which looked as if they would burst in the mouth, sending their juicy, fattening contents cascading down his gullet. Serin didn't so much as grab as fall into the mass of lard as he tore at everything in sight. Serin was on all fours up against the table, reduced to a primal beast by his hunger. He snarled and ripped at the platters on the table, his razor sharp jaws scything through the chocolate cake, he swallowed entire mouthfuls while barely chewing. He inhaled the jelly like air, rearing back slightly with the force of his gulping. He wrapped his arms around the doughnut plate and simply pushed them into his waiting maw, their creamy contents disgorging into his greedy snout. Serin's stomach began filling out. The soft paunch he had lost was quickly replaced by the food which pushed his belly out, forming a shallow mound. It began to swell in earnest when he began gorging on the doughnuts, ballooning out as the highly fattening cream bloated him out.

Greed saw Serin plough through the fare laid out on the table and watched satisfied. As Serin finished the doughnuts, Greed noticed that he had lost some momentum, apparently the curse wasn't quite strong enough that Serin hadn't learned to get over being full, no matter, he had ample time to learn

Serin slowed down slightly, reaching the last of the doughnuts, his hunger had been satisfied as he took time enjoying the sausages. He plucked one from the top of the pile as one of his hands rubbed his belly which was stuffed to the size of a small beach ball. His jaw closed on the sausage which promptly exploded with flavour in his mouth with such ferocity that oil dripped onto his belly. The slippery liquid caused Serin's scales to shine like emeralds as his hands glided over its round surface. The firm mass of food within formed a rigid ball which made Serin feel as if he had swallowed a huge round stone, he was certainly heavy enough. His ball of a belly was propped up against the table as Serin leaned into it, reveling in its solid weightiness. He stroked the shimmering surface of his gut, too recently stuffed to have rolls; he simply held the wrecking ball of his gut tightly in both arms, sighing in pleasure. He popped another juicy sausage into his jaws as he lazily watched the other dragons similarly enjoying the reckless gorging. Bellies were swollen, stomachs fattened, Furore eyed Serin through half-closed eyes, his gut resembling a full blue moon, stretched out onto the stone surface, He smiled rapturously as Serin who returned the favor.
"We're…immense" he groaned pleasurably, Serin laughed at his comrade's surprised tone.
"Feel's good don't it" Serin had never felt this way before, never had he felt so full to bursting with the most sinful delights he could lay hands on, he pressed his claws into his scaly belly, feeling the skin still surprisingly loose considering how much was stuffed into his gut, his tail wrapped around, supporting his belly as he explored it's full weight. Greed stood again with the feral smile returned to his face.
"A good effort today," he spoke to the bloated dragons, "You may return to your caves or stay here to digest and sleep if you want" he stroked a yellow dragon's golden sphere of a belly "Don't worry, these treats are 100% fat so all that effort will be put to good use so sleep well, fat dragons" he pronounced the last two words slowly as he disappeared in a blaze of fire. Serin turned to Furore
"I think I can get used to this"