(Commission) A dragon's greed PLUMmets (Patreon)

What does a dragon spend its gold on when it has amassed a horde? Why, something to make them even more money. Strykier was a young hot entrepreneur who had made masses off his many ventures. Now, he had his eyes on one of the most lucrative businesses in the world. Candy. And when wanting to get into the candy business, you have to speak to Miss Vereign Bliss

The dreg was dressed in his most business ready outfit. His dark, emerald like scales contrasted heavily against his white shirt. And khakis. His usual attire was more sports oriented, shorts and the like. But it was fine. An assistant l and charm would be more than enough to win over the confectioner. He made his way to the closest Blissfield building. Strykier was immaculate and was ready to make a deal. Walking into the factory, he was greeted at the reception by a woman wearing a light blue shirt with massive glasses.

"Hello there ...miss ... Lauren." He greeted with a wide grin, seeing her name on a small plaque. “I’m here for my ten o'clock with Miss Bliss, I have an offer I know she can't refuse." The woman looked to him and then to her clock." Mister Strykier... It's ten minutes past the appointments start."

"And I'm sure Vereign has been waiting with a butterscotch in her mouth and a knitting needle" he replied slickly. Immediately, Laurens eyes widened at the comment. "Sir... You may wish to humble yourself before you go in. Miss Bliss is quite... particular when it comes to manors."

However, the dragon just shrugged. " And I got caught up in traffic. She will just have to get over it if she wants my business. And with how good I am, she's gonna want my business." The girl seemed to be utterly baffled at his swagger and wordlessly pointed to the door to the meeting room which he strode towards. Strykier wasn't intimidated. He had seen many of her adds. A grey haired, rather pump woman wasn't anything to his physical peak.

Walking into the room, Strykier smug grin faded. The meek woman he was expecting to meet was instead a 7 ft tall dragoness, her scales green as well although a lighter green. Much the same shade as a dollar. A brutal scowl across her lips. " You're late. Ten minutes late. You’re lucky I don't have your scaled hide taken from my office and thrown to the curb. As much of a threat this was it breezed over Strykier’s mind. "Ah... Well let's move past it. I have a preposition for you, and I think you’re going to love it."

Miss Bliss moved her fringe from her face for a second, rubbing her eyes. "Fine. You have the last twenty minutes of your thirty. I unfortunately have things to do beyond this." Strykier saw this and jumped on a perceived in. " What if I told you I could lighten that load while also making us both a lot more money?"

"I’d tell you that your blowing smoke up my behind. I'm not fond of fluff so cut to the chase." She replied, her tone firm. Yet he only took this as further reassurance thanks to his near overwhelming confidence. " Let me make it crystal clear for you. I wish to become a partner for you. I've ran a few businesses, and I increased their efficiency one hundred and thirty six percent. I'm willing to offer you ... Ninety thousand upfront plus 50 percent of the factories new net income. That is an extra eighteen percent. In your pocket." All of this had sounded good to miss Bliss until the dragons last words. " With that sort of money, you could retire."

"Retire?" She asked. Her voice was stone cold as was her gaze.

"Well ...yeah? Isn't that what you'd like. Be able to relax your old bones and cash in all that money."

"Old bones? Boy how old do you think I am?" She asked. This finally made the man's smirk shrink with some nerves. " I... I don't know... 56?" The confectioner seemed to recoil before groaning. " You weren’t supposed to answer that question you fool...."

The prideful dragon saw things weren’t going his way, but his pride felt hit. " It's not my fault! You just look old! You have that grey hair and cane... Not exactly an icon of youth." This made the woman's eyes narrow before she stood. Her massive frame towered a full foot over. It made him have to look up at her, his head barely up to her shoulders. "Mister Strykier... I shall give you once chance. Apologize and leave.' she warned. Her voice was calm, yet it had that unignorable undertone of rage.

Yet the foolish dregs confidence was far more dominating in his mind that fear our doubt. " Now now, no need to take it personally granny. We make a deal; we both get money, and we can smooth it all over. Here, I'll throw in an extra 25% percent just to sweeten the deal." He managed to dance around any kind of admission of guilt. This seemed to calm the dragoness. "I have deal for you. Care to walk and talk?"

Strykier’s confidence refilled entirely, and he began to follow Miss Bliss. "See... I think a partner wouldn't really be giving you your full potential. How do you feel about working as a producer?" She asked.

"Oh... So, Id help manage some of your farms or something like that?'

"Yeah... Something like that. I can guarantee it's a rather easy job and you'll get great amounts of pleasure from your work."

"Well... How's the pay?"

"Trust me my dear. You won't have to worry about buying anything anymore." She assured him. The pair strolled through the factory before arriving to a large atrium.

"What is this place?" Strykier asked as he looked at a weird machine he didn't fully understand. "Oh this? This is your new home." Miss Bliss answered before he could ask what she meant, Strykier felt a sudden grip on the collar of his shirt. In one yank he was lifted from his feet. Dangling in the air he began to struggle. His tail came up to try and pull away the hand that lifted him but even with all of his strength, he couldn't budge it. He was moved like a ragdoll over to the machine.

"You're quite foolish for such a supposedly smart dragon. After all you said you really thought I’d give you a job?". Miss Bliss asked him as she began to move him to position. Firm leather straps were wrapped around Strykier's arms, legs and tail. One even went over his stomach. 'Stop! We can come to an arrangement. How about...you get all the money and I just help increase efficiency?"

” Oh, you will. But the time for deals is over. Such a prideful one, aren't you? Unfortunately for you, I have no need for a partner."

Strykier was getting more and more nervous, and this wasn't helped as miss Bliss brought up a weird looking seed to his lips. He held his muzzle shut but the dragoness was having none of it. she reached down and grabbed his bulge hard which made his yelp. Immediately she seized the window and dropped it into his throat. Near immediately he could feel this strong flavour build in his mouth.

It was fruity and a little tart, Strykier knew it well as it was one of his favourite treats. Plums. All of a sudden, a mirror was lowered around him allowing him to see his entire body. " Now normally I would just 'employ' you and that be that. But you seem to have this self-importance I wish to see crumble as you realize your new job." Miss Bliss taunted him as she walked over to a machine. However, the dragons focus was not on her but instead a growing heaviness in his stomach. Something felt hard and heavy inside him... And that's when he realized.

"That... That thing you fed me is growing!"

" Oh yes, it is. Can't have a plum without it's stone."

"Plum? What are you...?' before he could finish his thought Strykier let out a pained grunt. His stomach felt absolutely packed, making him look down at himself within the prepared mirror to see his once near fatless stomach was starting to develop a paunch. He wanted to rub his belly, but he couldn't move.

It kept growing until Strykier had a pot belly, and a big one at that. The belt had been stretched tight against his scales. Yet his discomfort was seemingly only growing. His belly was bubbling and groaning. Much to the dragon’s horror, his muzzle seemed to be stained. The emerald of his snout seemed to be darkening. No not darkening, changing colour. It was becoming this deep rich reddish purple. "What...the fuck?!" He asked as he was forced to watch his beautiful green being stolen under this purple.

"With what's about to happen to you, I think I can throw subtlety to the wind. You my dear are becoming a plum. One by one you'll lose every trace of your humanity until you are really nothing but a big bit of fruit. First it will be your colour. It shall drain away leaving you a prune." She told him with a smug grin, watching more and more of his face become the same sickly-sweet purple. "Pr... prune?" The dreg asked. Yet no answer was given to him.

He could feel it's spread, even when he closed his eyes and looked away. It was like a wetness, spreading across his scales. No longer stuck in a charming smile, his face instead held fear and disgust at his own body. As it reached his collar, he could no longer see the change of his body. However, his white shirt began to stain to the same grim colour. Strykier had been so focused on his face that he missed as the same staining began to form over his stomach underneath.

Even though they dreg had a different coloured scale on his belly, it all became the same shade of purple. His horns, his ears. His eyes both iris and sclera. A homogeneity his colourful self-hated. With even his clothes staining he was looking more and more like a reddish-purple Silhouette of his old self.

His horror was interrupted as he felt the slickness travel over his cock. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine. As much as he didn't want to admit it, it felt a little good. Strykier looked to Miss Bliss as the colour takes the last of the body. ."what's going to happen to me next?".

"Well, do you know the difference between a prune and a plum?"

"N.noo?"

"Juice." Miss Bliss told him. As she did his stomach let out a loud wet growl.

While at first, he couldn't tell what was going on, he could feel the belt getting tighter. Strykier looked and saw his stomach growing once again. It wasn't as hard this time. Now sloshier and plumper. His scaled hide was bulging over either side of the leather making him wince. He could feel it. Liquid building up in his belly. Filling him. Stretching him. Changing him forever. And it was getting faster.

With the belt stopping his guts from growing much bigger, it began to push around his body. He could feel the cool sticky liquid build up in his ass, thighs and even his tail. All three starting to thicken and swell. "Noo. please... Make it stop...I'll do anything. I'll apologize!" The dragon begged, watching his athletic figure fatten like a balloon on a hose.

"Of course. Please, apologize for exactly what you think you did wrong. " Miss Bliss asked him in sadistic glee. Seeing his panic and desperation as the belts around his thighs began to tighten too. " Well... I'm sorry for turning up late... And and I'm sorry for.... Not wearing a suit! There! I apologize!" He shouted. The juice was working its way up his body, starting to fill his chest in a way that made it almost one big curve with his stomach. That, besides the large and ever-growing divot in the centre from the belt. His arms too started to get chubby with juice.

"Oh, I think your forgetting something you silly boy." She mentioned casually, looking down to her trimmed and proper claws with a smile. "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY THIS MAD ABOUT ME CALLING YOU OLD?" The dragon shouted; his pride wounded over such a mistake. "Unfortunately, that wasn't the response I was looking for. Have fun as a plum. " Miss Bliss told him.

His clothes were reaching their limits. Buttons popped off, shooting into the mirror he was forced to stare into. Making it crack. This angered the dragoness who moved the mirror away. " You oaf! I would say that's seven years of bad luck...but you don't seem to be having a good day as is." Strykier began to panic as he realized, finally, there was nothing he could do. His pants ripped down them seems before dropping to the ground in a sloppy pile. His shirt, now having scattered its buttons across the room, joined it.

Now being left in nothing but some very stained underwear, the dreg was blushing. It didn't help the juice had found a new place to fill. Both his cock and balls began to swell. The cloth tightened around his junk. Everything was getting tight. With one massive pop the belt around his stomach exploded off, making his belly slosh as it took a near perfectly round shape. It made him whimper audibly.

He fought against the binds that still held him firmly in place. Yet, he felt so much more resistance than just the binds. He could tell that even if there was nothing holding him, he would barely be able to move. " Please...I’ll. I'll do anything. Just stop this... I'm too big...too fmmpph!" His sentence cut short as his cheeks gushed full of syrupy plum juice. He tried to speak more, to beg to be returned to normal yet nothing came from his mouth but juice.

"Ah yes. The next thing to be taken from you. Your ability to beg and whine. It was a shame; your desperation was most amusing. But a plum has no need for such emotion. Such ability." Miss Bliss taunted him further. One after another, the belts popped off of the dragon. His body so swollen he was beyond recognition. He fell to his plump ass which was not much of a drop. Unfortunately for Strykier, the violent shaking of his bloated lower half was enough to cause his underwear to finally give.

With a large splat his juicy cock flopped to the ground. His lust was swelling just as much as he was yet there was no stimulation beyond the bubbling and gurgling of his juice under his taught scales. He was starting to get rounder and rounder. His arms and legs where comically conical and were starting to smooth out. Even his tail flattened out leaving him unrecognizable as any dragon, let alone the slim confident emerald salesman that has walked through the doors not ten minutes ago.

And there he laid. His new body a sphere of juicy, helpless plum juice tightly wrapped in what used to be a proud dragon. His mind was filled with shame. His eyes panic and desperation. Miss Bliss walked over and grinned. "Looks like you are ready to be juiced. I bet your just longing for it. For all this juice to be out of your body. And to tell the truth, it would be easy. But you know what benefits me? There's this...level of extraction I've found in fruits like you. It sucks the juice out just as fast as it returns to you. You'll never grow, never shrink. All you will be is my big, fat juicing plum." She told him as her claws gently ran down from his puffy cheeks down his massive front before delicately running down his cock.

This slightest of touches sent pleasure rippling through her body. The tiny run she gave his cock was enough to cause him to cum. Although, there wasn't a drop of dragon semen in it. It was all juice. Nothing but it. Miss Bliss giggled. " Oh, you’re very sensitive. You’re going to love this." She told him. Before he could even try to ask what, she meant by that, he could feel a silicone cup wrap around his cock. It felt like a Fleshlight. The simple act of putting it on made more juice gush from his dick straight into a collection tube.

And then she turned on the suction.

Immediately his entire dick was subjected to the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced in his life. Juice left his dick in a constant stream as did moans from his mouth. miss Bliss Gently held his helplessly full cheek. "This pleasure is all you'll ever experience. Unless I decide otherwise. Which is very unlikely. This is your true role. Your purpose is nothing more than making juice for me. Oh, and just so you don't get bored... A song."

She reached over and pressed a button. Headphones lowered on the dregs head and music started to play for him.

"Once so full of dragon pride

Aren’t you in for a wild ride

Making your comments so snide

Now I control your scaly hide.

You are nothing but a plum.

Fat, stupid, juicy and dumb

But hey now, do not be glum

Here's a little song for you to hum.

All I do is make juice all day,

In this factory I'll always stay

On my ass I will always lay

And it makes me happy, hooray!

Enjoy this pleasure for it won't end.

Your body you could never mend

But you have no issues of which to tend.

You should consider me your friend. "

It began to loop, playing non-stop as his dick was juiced. Miss Bliss strutted off without a care. Another fruit to her factory, another day ending in Y. But for Strykier, his old life ended. The dragon was gone. Now all there is ... Is a humming, cumming plum.

This was a com from the lovely https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thedeviousfactoryderg.