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The cocky green dragon, Strykier, was on a trip away down to central London. It was a nice business trip, coming across the pond for it. His American charisma had made him quite the little stud, local ladies fawning over his west coast accent and admittedly stunning looks. His emerald scales and brown horns made him stand out in a crowd, and his slim figure made getting his clothes off a reward in its own. Tales across the net spread that he was amazing in the act too, and Strykier was most definitely not above wearing that like a badge.

Riding this massive wave of self-confidence, he walked into a local bar. It was the last day of his little excursion, and he had his eyes set on one girl in particular. She had been the barkeep of one of the many many bars and pubs he had been too. Tall, rather pale with long deep red hair. She was exactly the type he liked. However, there was the matter of her attitude. She had been cold towards him on previous nights. But tonight … tonight he was using his full charm on her.

He walked into the pub and immediately made his way to the main bar, sitting on a stool. His target approached him slowly. “Ah it’s you again, well… what can I get you?” she asked him in her strong Irish accent.

“Hmm, how about…. Your number darlin?”

“The name is Miss London and I’ll ask ya nicely once to stop here. It’s the busiest nights of the week. Just get a drink or piss off.” She replied.

Yet the dragon was not yet persuaded of her disinterest. “Fine fine, I’ll order a drink. How about a tall drink of water? I know I’m looking forward to getting my lips around your neck.’ He flirted even further. Near immediately, her face scrunched before turning into a sweet delicate smile. “Oh, aren’t you just doll. Here. Let me whip you up something real special. Just for …big boys like yourself.” She told him.

She began to mix together a bunch of ingredients together, and as she Did, she grinned to him. “So…. What do I get to call you sir?” she asked. Without a moment’s hesitation he replied. “Sir… master. daddy. You can call me whatever you like babe, although I don’t imagine you’ll be speaking when we begin.” He told her. Once more, Miss London’s face scrunched for a second before she let out a small chuckle. “Ya knows…I was going to say the same thing.” Shay noted, before pouring a healthy few shots of a rich blue liquid into her shaker. Then just a little extra pour on top for safety.

She set the drink in front of the cocky dragon and grinned. “You just enjoy your drink and then I’ll take you to the … backrooms for some fun.” With that promise he took up the glass and lifted it to his lips. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this…” Strykier announced. Although Shay herself was thinking the very same thing for a very different reason indeed. The liquid disappeared down the greedy dragon’s throat and sat in his stomach, where its magical infusion began to take hold. As he looked back to the bartender his snout was already speckled with blue.

A few of the regulars saw it and began to back away from the dragon, they knew what was coming. Strykier gave it no thought, his intentions entirely on his goal that night. “Shall we… head to the backrooms?”

“of course, lover…follow me.” She told him before waking out of the bar and through a door labelled staff only. There was barely a moment wasted following her behind the door. He did not realize in his excitement as his scales began to change down his muzzle. From emeralds to sapphires. Even his eyes changed to a stunning blue as the wave of colour spread across his face.

“Mm, I didn’t expect you to be so dirty… fucking at your bar.” Strykier chuckled as he began to remove his shirt. However, his confidence was shattered as he saw his chest was steadily changing colour. It took him back. A little, especially as he watched is spread further. Even his creamer belly was changing although that was more of a dark purple instead. “Wh…what the hell?!” he shouted watching his beautiful body change in front of him rapidly. “What’s happening to my BOD?” He asked. His hand came down to his belly, trying to wipe away the colour however it remained. Instead…his hand came away drenched in liquid. He gave it a sniff. “v…vodka?”

“Blueberry vodka.” Shay told him flatly.

“No…that’s impossible…. I didn’t get it over me like this.”

“don’t believe me? Taste it. It will be awfully familiar.” She teased him. Nervously the dragon brought the liquid to his lips and licked it. And she was right, blueberry vodka. Bringing his eyes from himself and over to her. A devious smile stretched from ear to ear.

“what’s the matter lover?” she asked sadistically as she moved over and grabbed his cheek. “I thought you wanted to do something naughty…” Shay told him. Noticing how sinister she was becoming, Strykier went to the door to get away. With his hand on the handle, he went to open it but hesitated. He didn’t want people seeing him as this blue and purple freak. In his moment of stillness, the door locked. He was trapped with the devious barkeeper…, he was blue from head to toe and most troubling of all, his guts started to bubble.

His clawed hand came down and gently rubbed his stomach to try and soothe it. That’s when he felt a once toned slim stomach become bigger. Immediately the dragon moved to look when he saw a plush gut forming.” ah! What the …!” he screamed out in surprise, clutching his belly. He could feel it growing in his hands. And it was getting faster much faster. He moves his hands from his gut to the doors knob as he desperately tried to get away from the deranged woman. “Oh, there’s no use… what’s happening to you can be undone… can’t be fixed…. Can’t be stopped. You were doomed from your first sip.”

Before he could argue with her, his ass surged outwards. It caught him by surprise even more so than his belly. “What…what the hell is happening to my body?” it was horrifying to watch months of hard exercise and strict dieting just swell away into a fat belly and even fatter ass. Both of which gaining more and more mass with every second passing. “Well… I gave you some of my delicious blueberry infused vodka, although that glass was infused with a little bit of magic too. It duplicates itself. Again, and again until it fills the container it in is full to the brim. Or in your case… fit to burst.”

As she told him that, his gut growled even louder. Strykier’s pants were starting to get tight on his waist. Incredibly tight. The button strained to contain his spirit stuffed stomach. Worst of all, Strykier felt his mind growing fuzzy. The alcohol filling his guts where filling his mind. He felt sluggish, like he was under water. Or was that just the fluid building up behind every part of his body? He couldn’t tell anymore. “b…burst?! I… I can’t burst… I’m too handsome to … die “

“Oh, my no no, I wouldn’t burst you. That would be such a tremendous waste of such premium vodka…although I don’t know about that handsome part. Look at you, got a real beer gut on you.” Shay told him as she moved around his body. She grabbed his pants and gave them a little tug, testing his size. However, the dragon was filling so fast, it snapped away much quicker than expected. “My god… your fuckin huge. I need to go prepare something; I hope you don’t mind a moment alone.” She teased as she stepped past to the door.

Strykier was not the sort to let her get away, and he tried to use his fattening arms to reach out and pull her back however she simply moved into him. Shay shoved him and his fragile balance broke. He stumbled back before falling. He screamed out before his ass it the ground… sooner than he expected. In fact, he barely fell at all. His lower half was really rounding out, his dick straining overstretched underwear. He tried to bring his hands down to bring himself back up, but he couldn’t reach. He couldn’t think either, his mind fully enraptured by the intense sensation of gallons upon gallons of juice splashing around inside of his tight hide.

More and more flooded his body, he was utterly helpless to that fact. His arms and legs were plumping up fatter and fatter. The dragon felt as they lost the ability to bend leaving him completely immobile. Moments ago, he had been sexy and thin. Now…he looked Like some fruit. And, worse than anything else, he couldn’t even think. Strykier was drunker than he ever been. And that’s when he heard it. The delight sound of a jukebox humming to life. Although this time, it only brought more worry.

The fear only grew when he heard the Irish voice he had lusted over started singing. It was beautiful but held such malice much like its origin.

“Oh, what shall I do with you?

A stupid dragon all fat and blue.

A treat of grandest scale,

Watching his hands n feet flail.

Once you had been so cock sure

Now you can’t see your cock anymore.

Once you where such a twat,

Now your nothing but a vodka vat.”

She sung at Strykier before giving him a hard shove. Much to his internal disgust, he began to roll. It made him realize that he was completely spherical with juice. It made him whimper nervously as he was pushed deeper into the pub.

“Bet your feeling ever so full?

Full of swagger and shit of bull?

Or the vodka I used to replace it.

That will stop you acting at it.

Now you are so incredibly tight,

I have to juice you juuuust right,

Otherwise, you will explode!

Then I’ll wipe you away like a spent load.”

Her constant threats of explosion made the ball terrified, his sunken face filled with panic and his little hands flapping around uselessly. He had to try anything. To try escape such a cruel grip she had on him. Her shoves were heard and sent ripples of pain through this body. Yet… with all that pressure…there was an undeniable pleasure to it. That seemed to only make the troubled dreg more nervous, however. What the fuck has happened to him?

Unfortunately, he was about to have it pointed out to him as his ball body was rolled through a door and he suddenly found himself back at the main room of the pub. Dozens of eyes looked over the once slim dragon, who was now nothing but a ball of swirling blue and purple vodka wearing some juice-soaked underwear. “Holy shit …she turned him into some fruit.”

“He used to be so sexy. Now… he’s such a blob.” The observers notice before even more embarrassment came from a singular line.

“He seems to be enjoying it…look how hard his cock is…” one whispered loudly to another, and all began to take notice of how fat and leaky it had become.

Strykier’s cheeks were burning with embarrassment as he hears everyone talk about him. Shay then called out. “This is a reminder to you all. Drink, fight, fuck… I do not care. do not flirt with the staff. The one and only rule. Seems this yank couldn’t read the sign so let him bare as a reminder. Now… who wants to fuck this little berry slut?”

The bar went silent as she spoke, and after the silence remained. Well…Strykier’s full body didn’t go quiet. A constant stream of creaks and groans came from him. He was feeling fuller…tighter…and even more pleasure as she began to roll him. His underwear finally snapped away. He was still swelling…but it was slower. He realized why as juice leaked over his stomach. His now freed cock was gushing the stuff all over his own body. It was orgasmic.

This seemed to encourage the patrons of the bar. However, to the berry he couldn’t tell what was happening. Not until a curious finger pressed into his massive swollen ass. The plush flesh pushed in up nearly the full length of the finger. It felt intense, such pressure behind his hide that it was almost like a pin teasing a balloons latex surface. However, it didn’t make the dragon moan out nearly as hard as the hand that gently teased his swollen cock. It made even more vodkum split across the dregs body, some even splashing his sinking face.

And that was just the dragon being grabbed. That same person began to jerk Strykier’s cock sending even more pleasure through the berries body. More and more hand’s set upon his belly, grabbing his flesh and teasing it. Soon everyone but shay had a hand on him, rubbing his slicked scales and kneading his juicy ass and chest. All the while his dick was worked by two people at once. With one massive cumshot, blueberry vodka was sprayed over both of them. That’s when shay stood in. “hey now! You’re wasting all of my product.”.

Strykier felt i as the hands left him just as quickly as they started Yet...He didn’t care. He didn’t care as the darkness of the backroom took his vision once more, nor did he care when he felt himself get lifted up. He felt no hands on him, but the ground was no longer under him. Magic, but he didn’t have the brain power to guess that. Instead, he just moaned and flapped his hands.

“no one thinks your cute anymore,

Now your being lifted from the floor

Say goodbye to it, my juicy vat.

It’s the last time you’ll experience that.

You’ll be stuck like this forever.