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Serin - The Double Life

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Serin bolted inside and shut the door behind him. He felt like a criminal who was on the run. He laid his schoolbag down on the table with a deliberately loud thud to draw the attention of anyone inside the house. No sounds came so he looked around the house just to double check that his parents weren't home before heading upstairs with the plastic bag clenched tight in his hand. He opened the door to his room, leaving it ajar so that he could catch any sounds that his privacy had been compromised. He sat the bag down on his bed, pulling off his shirt to reveal his slender green body beneath.

He was in his mid-teens and beginning to grow quickly. Due to his species, he was given a little extra boost in terms of growth and his build had been assisted accordingly, a little bit of muscle lining his frame. However, despite that, he was still gangly and slim as he slowly progressed towards adulthood.

Serin pinched his gut, an insignificant bit of fat under his scales was pulled outwards with his claws and he sighed a little, letting his skin snap back. He eagerly took the brightly coloured box out of the plastic bag, throwing the latter in the bin as he held the box reverently. He licked his lips in anticipation, his eyes never leaving his prize clutched tight in his hands. He lifted the lid slowly to reveal the large chocolate cake inside, its scent wafting up to Serin's nose tantalizingly.

He had ran to the cake shop after school, buying the biggest, most tastiest looking cake with his allowance that he had saved up over the past couple of weeks. He had planned the date of his purchase on a day he knew his parents would be home late, giving him ample time to savor his feast. He had been looking forwards to this moment all day. He wondered whether he should get a knife and cut the cake into slices or just shove the whole thing in his mouth whole. After some consideration, he went downstairs to fetch the knife, not wanting to waste any cake that would be smeared on his muzzle.

Serin had had this strange affinity for gluttony since he was a child. He couldn't pinpoint the cause of his desire but it had stuck with him until the present day. Obviously, he had not breathed a word of this to anyone. He found the knife in the cutlery drawer, taking it upstairs to where his cake was laid reverently on his bed. He sat down next to it and laid the box on his lap, positioning the knife at the center and holding it there for a moment, ready to start his glut.

He sliced down, cutting a slice almost too large to fit in his snout. He lifted the dense cake out, holding it before his salivating mouth for a heartbeat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing delightedly through the sweet cake and creamy icing, sensing the sugary taste before pushing the enormous mouthful down his throat. He stopped for a moment to savor the experience before eagerly diving in for the second piece. The next slice cut the cake down to three quarters of its original size. Serin devoured the second slice a bit quicker than the first, his enthusiasm mounting. He swallowed again, feeling the two big portions in his belly and sighing happily.

He shook himself out of his euphoria; if he let his guard down, even for a minute, it could spell disaster. It was silent downstairs so he continued gorging himself, keeping an ear out for the sound of the front door. The third swallowed slice finally began to have a noticeable effect on his stomach, Serin felt comfortably full as the cake slid down his gullet. The cake as a whole was almost half-gone, the frosting layer at the cake's center visible through the cross-section. Nevertheless, Serin didn't have one thought of stopping, smiling as he cut another piece slightly bigger again.

When the cake was only a quarter of its initial size, the fullness Serin felt had gone beyond comfortable. He felt utterly stuffed now, pawing at his stomach with a groan. His scales bulged out a little and it pained him slightly if he tried to suck them back in. Serin growled happily at his own gluttony, eyeing the last of the cake. He lied down on his back, feeling his belly weigh down on him and ache a little. He laid the box on his distended gut and lifted the remainder of the cake in its entirety out of the box, holding it up before his jaws and licking his lips. He took a massive bite out of the cake, chewing and swallowing, feeling his tummy strain just a little bit more.

The walls of his stomach were stretched and pushed on his scales, begging for mercy. Serin ignored his own fullness and polished off the rest of the cake, lying back with the cake box still on his middle. He spread his arms out and sighed in bliss, properly stuffed full of unhealthy goodness. He had finished the cake in good time so he allowed himself a little while to enjoy himself. He rubbed his swollen gut, massaging the digesting cake inside. His tail twitched under his rump happily, the tip peeking out from between his legs. He took the box off his tummy and explored the whole, rounded mass, scratching his scales and pinching the taut skin.

A while later he sat bolt upright when he thought he heard a sound, his gut crying out in pain at the sudden compression. He hurried to stash the empty box under his bed with the knife. He wiped the stray crumbs off his chest and pulled a sweater on. He looked in the mirror and saw his snout stained with a few stray bits of chocolate. He groaned in worry, tiptoeing out the door and towards the bathroom.

He was on the landing, about halfway to the bathroom. He listened intently for any sounds coming from the house. He heard nothing and his body relaxed a little. Suddenly his dad, a green dragon like him, poked his head from around the lounge room downstairs.
"Serin? You home?" he called out upstairs. He mustn't have seen Serin through the banister but the teenager jumped in fright.
"Yeah! I'm upstairs!" he called back, making his way quietly to the bathroom, praying that his father would not come upstairs.
Thankfully, his dad stayed put, "okay," he called back, walking back through to the study which lay beyond the lounge. Serin slipped inside the bathroom with a little sigh of relief.

He locked the door and slipped off his sweater, looking at himself in the mirror. He turned side on and admired the little bulge that his belly created. It wouldn't be noticeable unless Serin wore a tight shirt so he was still in the clear. Keeping his desires a secret was manageable as long as he stayed smart. Serin had managed to pull the wool over his parents' eyes thus far but he didn't let himself get too confident. He washed off his face and donned the sweater, just in case, while heading back to get changed properly.

Serin was in the middle of homework when his mum got back. He heard the front door close and the clatter of her keys on the table with his bag.
"I'm home everyone!" she called out. He could hear his dad talking to her for a little while before she called up to him. "Serin! Dinner will be ready in a while, are you doing your homework?"
"Yes mum!" He called out before knuckling down once more on the tedious math equations under his fingers. Serin wasn't a fan of school in the slightest but he achieved average grades, which his parents accepted. Serin sighed, pressing on to finish before dinner.

Dinner was ready and Serin no longer felt so extremely bloated. He was still full but his stomach no longer moaned at how stuffed it was. He headed downstairs to where his mum and dad were in the kitchen. The table was already laid and the two adults were cleaning up the dishes.
"Serin, could you put these away please?" his mum asked, her white fur covered with a slim-fitting top. She was a white fox with red-brown curls hanging about her shoulders. She was a head shorter than Serin's dad who was a splitting image of his son. Serin himself was growing taller, his head edging above his mother as he aged. Serin went to help.

"This is delicious Lil! did you add more oregano?" Serin's dad asked appreciatively. Serin's mother, Lily, smiled warmly at the compliment.
"Oh, thank you Den, yes I did add a touch more," she said, Arden went back to his spaghetti. Dinner was, indeed, tasty, Serin's tummy felt stuffed again quickly with the additional feed. It was physically impossible for him to tuck his belly back in; the mass of food inside simply would not allow such a feat. Luckily, Serin had the foresight to wear a baggy hoodie to mask his bloat. He finished dinner feeling delightfully gorged. He got up and put his plates in the sink before heading back upstairs to examine his gut.

Once in the bathroom again, Serin took off his jumper and shirt and felt the returned bulge. If anything, it felt a little bigger now being both stuffed with the sweet cake and filling pasta. Serin poked a claw into his belly button and tickled his navel. He growled happily at the sensation, stoking his side in ecstasy. He continued to enjoy himself for a few minutes before going back to his room.

Serin waited until midnight. He guessed that at this hour his parents would be sound asleep so he carefully lifted his blankets and placed his feet lightly on the floor. The carpet would muffle his tread so he crept out onto the landing and opened the cupboard. The door squeaked and Serin froze, listening for any sounds at all coming from downstairs. Only the usual night noises pervaded the house so Serin opened the cupboard fully.

Inside was an old ironing board, some books and board games but what Serin was interested in was the pillows stacked at the back of the cupboard. He carefully shifted the objects so that he could get at the pillows, extracting the whole stack from the cupboard and heading back to his room, closing the cupboard door with his tail.

Once in his room, Serin laid out the pillows on his bed and went over to his wardrobe. He opened the bottom drawer and searched. He rummaged amongst the winter gear and scarves until he finally found it. The shirt he pulled out was one he secretly bought a few months ago for the very same purpose as tonight. It was far too large, a size that even adults would find incredibly spacious.

Serin had found the shirt in the department store, the young dragon looking for the size with the most 'X's before the 'L'. He had stumbled across the shirt across which the word 'Overbease' was printed on the front. Serin couldn't fathom why anyone besides himself would buy such a shirt but never the less, he had returned home that night with the fervent glee he felt now.

Serin donned the shirt, the hem falling down just above his knees and the arms trailing far past his own. The folds were numerous around his chest and belly, the whole garment feeling like a poncho on his comparatively diminutive body. He walked back to his bed, sat down - the folds bunching up on his lap - and took the first pillow.

Serin closed his eyes and his imagination soared into his dreams. He was in a factory where huge vats and conveyor belts whirred and chugged. He knew what to do, positioning himself under the end of an innocent looking belt and waiting. In the real world, Serin's hand groped for a pillow, grasping the fabric and holding it ready. In his mind, the move was non-existent, purposefully edited out to maximize the immersion. Serin saw a line of cakes roll towards him; he licked his lips and opened up wide, his hand on his stomach.

The cakes started dropping in, Serin's mouth stretching and encapsulating each one as it came. The cakes plopped heavily into his belly and after a few had been crammed in, Serin shoved the pillow under his shirt. He rubbed his fake belly with a growl, enjoying himself for a moment before the next course arrived.

Next up was a line of glistening roast turkeys; Serin's imaginary self felt like something savory. He opened his mouth once more and allowed the birds that were even bigger than the cakes to fall into his maw. Serin's real self bit at the air, swallowing saliva but in his mind, he was feasting on the fat turkeys one after the other, growing rotund and heavy in the process.

Serin was a little disappointed that his game was ruined somewhat by the lack of weight on his stomach, not to mention the lack of the stuffed feeling pulling his scales and stretching them taut. Nevertheless, Serin continued stuffing the pillows under his shirt in accordance with the turkeys, the ice cream, then soda, then cream.

Soon, all the pillows from both the cupboard and his bed and his blanket were inside his imaginary belly. The shirt creaked a little with the strain placed on its seams by Serin forcing the mass of manchester inside it. Serin stroked the stuffed shirt blissfully. He kneeled on his bed, editing out the lack of gravity pulling him forward, and lay on his stomach, his body pressing into the stack of pillows.

His legs and arms explored and squeezed the imaginary tummy while Serin's tongue lolled out in happiness, the added bonus of his still-full belly only enhancing the experience. He growled softly, imagining the blooping and glorching sounds his gut would be making. He wobbled from side to side, mimicking his imaginary self jiggling around.

He continued rubbing and groping the pillows until he had had enough, bringing himself back to reality and getting up, leaning back a little to get to the hem of the tight shirt. He pulled and allowed the pillows to cascade out onto his bed. He sorted out the ones from the cupboard and snuck back to replace them, rearranging the objects inside to look as if they had not been disturbed. He crept back to his room and got under the covers once more, the blanket still warm from his body heat. He sighed and closed his eyes, that night dreaming about a buffet in which he gorged himself silly.

A little smile crossed the sleeping dragon's face.
The first backstory, Serin's
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girllovesyou's avatar
backstory for greed by the way greed is my favorite next serin