Corvik looked bloated up, but he was fine.
-I feel a little dizzy, but I can walk for a bit.
-No, DranGon, we will stay here tonight.
Inside the dungeon entrance, there went a small group of big warriors resting tiredly.
-I'm hungry. I need something to feed myself.
-I don't have much. Absolutely nothing left.
-Oh woops.
-But we can help it through.
Wogan rubbed Shawon's belly, hoped it helped a bit.
-A belly rub, hehe.
DranGon fell down completely sleeping really early. Corvik also hadn't woke up since. The sky outside was still bright enough to look around. We had some more stories told by members...
Once upon a time, there was a hunter. That hunter was homeless and starvingly hunting for food. He saw a pig, he ate it up. He saw an elephant, he swallowed it all. Someone lost to him, he vored that victim. He was a big wolf, but so talented that no one wanted to face against him. Well-known around the area, just when he walked pass a town, everyone had to hand out a big turkey or their pig. He ate a lot, he got bigger, and bigger. But once he bursted his pants and had nothing on the body, everyone killed him.
-He pretty big, but not lasted long.
-DranGon grew up every now. Even he's old but he still alive.
-His belly? He grows his size rather than belly.
Dirotor stepped over, sat and leaned on DranGon and rubbed his gigantic belly. It was soft, real soft but some stratches. His head left a mark. Top of his head and his jaw lined up, it was a stab through head. His arm was cold, and constantly shaking. But very beefy and comfortable to lie on. Glowing eyes, he looked glorious with that just like a true god. His sharp chin looked like a box, wide mouth, bendy head always leaning foward. His neck was thick and musclar. He always slept with the pose of being relaxing, but looked really uncomfortable. Like his hand would have to hold each others, placed in front of the chest. His legs either crossed or just shrunk itself. A gentle dragon, or maybe not a dragon when looking closely, he was really a warm-hearted guardian even he turned cold. He sacarfied a lot for others, he ignored his life and would commit anything.
-I wish I could own DranGon, but he is off himself now. We can't do much but try to let him enjoy himself.
-He really being cold, he really depressed as I say. He depressed in a way that he wasn't owning himself, but controlled by his soul. I wish I can hug DranGon and have him a good life.
-I also wish he could express himself more, he kept the pressure stacking up severally but he still doing it.
-But I hope his depress wouldn't make the enemy team even had to fall down to feel sad about him.
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DranGon looked tired in the morning. He shrunk himself in tightly. He looked sick too, felt really uncomfortable. The tip of his tail had some black fading in, the type that happened long ago and known to be a poison. But what type, no one knew.
-This dungeon looks really chill, don't you think?
-I like these slime here. They aren't hostile, just hanging around.
-They even lend me their body for my pillow.
The slime covered Corvik's belly and other one under his head for a pillow.
-Those slime seem aren't too harmful as I say.
-Attempt to eat it and all will go into your stomach.
Corvik patted his hardened belly full of slime last night.
-I still feeling full. But when will we go on?
-Until DranGon gets enough sleep. He is properly sick from the slime eating and voring you.
-Oh. Poor DranGon. He's old and of course needs some rest. I like the feeling of eating the slime. Let's me eat some more.
Corvik grabbed the one under his head and swallowed it. The others around his belly flowned its way into Corvik's belly. He popped his belt out when it all came in, but another giant one came out from the dark and slowly approaching Corvik. He openned his mouth widely and it slowly put itself in.
-Burp. This... is over packed...
Corvik lied stuck onto the ground, his huge belly stood up enormously, Corvik blushed and rubbed that big belly.
-buuuurrrrpppp. This is...hic... the best slime in the world.
Corvik seemed like enjoying it. His belly grew up slightly, his metal belly held the shape tightly. Everyone then looked at DranGon again, he didn't change much.
-It might be long, but we can wait.
When that word ended, DranGon started to move, he breathed out loudly with his dry throat.
-DranGon! You awake. How was the sleep?
-I sense some headache. But I guess let's get along with that.
Dran stood up slowly in heavy body, he looked tired and he then looked at Corvik.
-I don't remember seeing you bloated up like this.
-Just ate some. Mind lend me a hand?
DranGon attempted to lift up Corvik but he was like 2 tons, he barely lifted him off the ground.
-Damn you heavy, you sure ate a lot.
-Hehe, buuuurrpp.
