The Extravagance of an Obese Dragoness

CN: Kink (fat, weight gain, immobility, feeding, vanity, alcohol, worship, talk of impregnation), sex, non-vegan

With a look of contentment, the obese dragoness holds her snout high, swirling the glass of red wine held in her foreclaw. The gold rings adorning her left foreclaw occasionally make a quiet tinking against the decorative, crystal glass, while her right claw sinks deeper into the rolls of pink adipose making up the mass she proudly lays upon for every single moment of her life. For nearly a decade now, neither her foreclaws nor hindclaws have touched the cold, marble floor of her chamber, only feeling the warm, pillowy sensation of her own abundance of belly fat, dubbed her hoard. Gazing down through her maple-brown reading glasses, the obese lady admires the glinting of the sapphire gems cresting the solid gold bands upon multiple digits of her left foreclaw. The vibrant yellow of her fattened arm stands out against the sweet, soothing pink of her hoard. The arm holding her glass squishes against the many gold and pearl necklaces hanging from her neck down to her chest. She shifts her arm slightly so the sapphire hanging from one of the gold necklaces is visible once again. As she watches the glint of the gemstone and metal, in a swift motion, the obese dragoness brings the wine glass to her snout and gulps down the alcohol, her elegance faltering at no point. With her padded face reddened further by wine, she cries out in an annoyed tone, “I require service!”

The well-dressed servant who enters her chamber, from a lower, further-away perspective, is able to fully appreciate the obese beauty as they approach. Around the back of her corpulent neck is a silver eyeglass chain, the front of the former of which is the beginning of her pink-colored underside, and is only overshadowed by her purple horns embellished with gold rings, loops of pearls, and more sapphires. The obese dragoness is towering, even accounting for her mountainous accumulation of adipose. Her hoard acts as her bed, but even so, she is still placed upon a huge, velvety cushion for additional comfort. Her back is rolled with fat, leading to an immense and wide rear. She is a lady who had laid many clutches in her 20s and early 30s, and despite not having gone through menopause yet at 40, and certainly not for a lack of trying, the obese dragoness was almost assuredly too fat for her womb to be reached conventionally any longer. Lower down are her hindclaws, the same vibrant yellow of her upper side, sinking into pink belly fat. They are ornamented with as much jewelry as the rest of her, or perhaps even more so. Bracelets of gold and pearl line her ankles, almost inviting the gaze of onlookers to her rear and hindclaws. Beyond her rear is a tail, weighed down into her hoard, spilling under the backside of her body, and no longer able to be lifted or moved by her; it is as perfectly helpless as the rest of her. If larger descriptors existed, ‘obese’ would be an understatement for this magnificent dragoness.

As the servant approaches, the obese dragoness is impatiently tapping on her glass with a claw, the sharpened, purple end lightly hitting the crystal. Her icy, blue gaze refuses eye contact, as the servant says, “What may I do for you, Madame Freya the Dragoness, Goddess of Obesity, Mountain Range of Adipose, Most Fertile Being in Existence, Most Strikingly Beautiful in all the Realm?” Freya’s gaze softens as many of her titles are read out, a feeling of comfort and pride welling up inside of her. She opens her snout and demands, “I will be having a full-body massage over the next couple hours. I will also be fed another feast of steak.” The servant promptly replies, “Any specific requests?” Her head turns to the servant, her neck and chest jiggling in response, along with the shifting of the loose jewelry hanging around her horns and corpulent forebody, as she replies in the same, entitled tone as before, “Tenderloin, medium-rare. I’ll also have another couple bottles of wine, Cabernet Sauvignon. Now.” The servant then bows, firmly replying, “Yes, ma’am,” before hurrying out to fulfill her demands. The spoiled, obese dragoness just stares down at her empty glass of wine, waiting with impatience.

An hour passes, and Freya is well into her massage and feeding session. Servants on both sides of her immense body are kneading and rubbing into every inch and roll of fat on the obese dragoness, relieving the tension of a long since buried musculature to the greatest extent they can. Even the simple working of her massive hoard of adipose brings great pleasure the the obese lady, who is in a drunken daze as another servant fills her snout with large forkful after large forkful of steak. Yet another servant is at her hindbody, fighting against the heft of her tail, which weighs many times more than them, as they reach an arm into her rear, searching for her clitoris as part of the massage. Her stomach is packed and stretched with the delicious meat and wine, struggling against the pressure of the literal tons of adipose pressing back on her overworked digestive system, as it churns down all the fat and alcohol into more hoard. As the second hour approaches, the obese dragoness has drifted off to sleep and begun snoring loudly, filling her massive body with as much air as she’s able, and peacefully sleeping off her meal. This meal is not unlike her many others; tomorrow, she will wake up to a breakfast feast, have herself filled with strawberry pancakes, sausages, and mimosas, then sleep until lunch. Even as the fattest, dragoness or otherwise, in existence, she will continue to glut her way to larger and larger sizes. There is no end goal for Freya, outside of growing her hoard forevermore. She will accept no less than the status of a legend.

“Freya the Dragoness, Goddess of Obesity, Mountain Range of Adipose, Most Fertile Being in Existence, Most Strikingly Beautiful in all the Realm.”

– Freya the Dragoness (she/her) 💜

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