Dragon Maid: Spoiling Lucoa Rotten

Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/spoiling-lucoa-2-120359333

Tags: Extreme weight gain, corruption, mild slob (sweat, messy appearance, sloppy eating)

We begin part 1 of Lucoa's descent into decadence! Hope you all enjoy it

--- Chapter One ---

Lucoa sat on Kobayashi’s couch, staring out the window. She sighed as she looked down on the grand vista of urban Japan. The sprawl of the city was unending, a concrete maze which reached skywards as much as it did laterally. She leaned on the armrest of the couch, letting her large breasts fall over onto her elbow. The elder dragon sighed, her bosom growing even larger as she took in air. She exhaled, remembering the taste of the air from ages long passed. She had once been a goddess, ruling over an earth that was vast and unconquered. A different people, a different time. Lucoa had spent generations within a network of palaces at the heart of a jungle empire. The people had worshiped her and she had blessed them in return. Tanned serving girls had brushed her hair and knitted expensive dresses to compliment her curvaceous form. They had giggled and played with Lucoa when the dragoness insisted on going topless, showing the purity and bounty of her body. The women had said it was immodest, that only priestesses should see the full nakedness of the dragon. Lucoa missed being led back to her bed or couch by those women, her nakedness fanned and massaged. 

“Hey, Lucoa, thanks again for staying at the house until I get back.” Kobayashi entered the room, lugging several suitcases with her. She had been mandated by her company to attend a professional development bootcamp. It would last for several weeks. Narutally, the redhead was unwilling for Tohru to be left unsupervised for that long. Limited in options, Kobayashi had asked Lucoa to help keep the apartment in order. Seeing Lucoa moping, however, did not inspire confidence in Kobayashi. She approached the other woman, trying to get her attention.

 “Uuuuh, Lucoa, are you alright?” Kobayashi asked. She was dressed in her usual green sweater, one of the few things that made her look feminine. She waved a hand in front Lucoa’s misty, far off eyes. It was rare for the older dragoness to be depressed. Unlike the younger monsters which now prowled Kobayashi’s life and living space, she was not given to mood swings or flights of fancy. Rather, Lucoa was just happy to be around friends. This made the sudden turn of mood all the more worrying to Kobayashi. “Something on your mind?” 

“Oooh. . .no.” Lucoa looked up at Kobayashi as if seeing her for the first time. “Sorry, I was just remembering. . .” Lucoa drifted off, almost embarrassed to admit that she missed her status as a venerated goddess. She tried to rearrange the words in her head, wanting them to sound less pompous. The attempts made her feel silly, but also made the desire all the more fervent. She did miss having worshippers, handmaidens, and cities that hung on her every word. She had been such a good shepard for the world. “It’s nothing.” She ended up saying to Kobayashi, though the delivery was not at all believable.  

The office worker sighed. It was always something when it came to dragons. For an elder, magical race, they were incredibly fickle and temperamental. There was a constant balancing act between all the different dragon women she knew, making sure that each one was taken care of in a way that suited her. It was probably time for the scales to swing back towards Lucoa, Kobayashi thought. She was a giving, loving woman, but even she must have her limits. The redhead considered the issue as she walked to the door of her apartment. There might be a way for two issues to be solved at once. Kobayashi dropped her bag. “Tohrruuuuu!” She called, summoning her own personal dragon and maid. 

“Yeeeees Kobayashi!” Tohru sped into the room, a sudden windstorm rushing through the kitchen. “Have you decided to cancel your trip and let me take care of you?” The busty, blonde haired dragoness was always hopeful, but often not sensible. 

“Ah. . .no.” Kobayashi tapped Tohru’s forehead lightly. “I have to do this to keep a roof over our heads. However, I do have an important job for you.” Kobayashi made her voice and mannerisms as serious as possible. “Make Lucoa feel as comfortable as possible.” Kobayashi tried to think of exactly how to phrase things to leave the biggest impact. She put her hands to either of Tohru’s shoulders. “Spoil her like it was me! Give her whatever she asks for.” Kobayashi thought more about her request. “I promise I will let you do something for me when I get home.” She squeezed Tohru’s hands lightly.

“Yes! Of course, Kobayashi!” Tohru got red, with her smile turning up into a crooked and lovesick expression. “I’ll do anything for you. . .and Lucoa. . .but especially you!” She hugged Kobayashi, pressing her large breasts into the thin woman. Tohru hugged her master until she was able to worm her way out. 

“Thank you Tohru, I’m counting on you.” Kobayashi nodded, turning around to leave the apartment before the other woman could crush her in another hug. The door closed a moment later. Tohru faced the couch, studying Lucoa as she mournfully stared out the window. She had her work cut out for her, but Tohru wasn’t worried. She was an excellent caretaker. This was all practice for what she would do to Kobayashi when she returned home. 

--- Chapter 2 ---

“And how can I serve you today, Master!” Tohru loomed over Lucoa, intensely rubbing her hands together. Sparks and smoke came from between her claws as she fawned over the busty elder dragon. Lucoa pushed herself in the couch, clearly a little worried about Tohru’s intensity. The maid’s eyes burned and her tail whipped back and forth. Lucoa slowly began to understand Kobyashi’s frustrations with dragons. Tohru pressed closer. “I was thinking that maybe an early dinner or some snacks might be nice! You know how to appreciate a well cooked tail!” Tohru further enclosed the resting dragon with her large, green tail. Lucoa was quickly running out of space to put between her and Tohru. The younger dragon had taken the words of Kobayashi incredibly seriously. She was going to do everything in her power to make sure that Lucoa was as spoiled and pampered as possible. She would earn whatever reward Kobayashi was thinking of, even if it killed Lucoa in the process. 

“Ah, well. . .” Lucoa put her hands up in a small show of defenselessness. Though by far stronger than Tohru, she was overpowered by the other woman’s energy. “Dear, what if we worked on the food together?” Lucoa offered. Standing up would at least allow her the option to run from the overprotective, overzealous caretaker she had been appointed. “You know, I’m just not so used to being taken care of.” Lucoa slid off the couch, snaking her way through Tohru’s limbs. Lucoa found the maneuver slightly more difficult than normal. Her body was oddly weighted. She was well used to her generous hips and absurd chest, but there was added ballast elsewhere: her stomach. A noticeable, doughy potbelly had formed between her black tanktop and jean shorts. Though she had tried to resist as much of Tohru’s influence as possible, some treats had found their way into Lucoa’s mouth and belly. Now, the inevitable results were starting to show. 

Lucoa wasn’t fat as of yet, but she had what her people had once called “temple softness”. It was what happened when one of the serving women became too accustomed to life within Lucoa’s many palaces. Fat would cultivate on their bodies, making them soft and chubby. Lucoa remembered teasing some of her favorite servants about it, pinching their middles and jiggling their fat. Now, however, it was she who was deserving of the taunting. That only became more apparent as she stood. Her belly bounced up, forcing her bottom of her tank top up to her breasts. “Or we could go for a run!” She suggested, knowing that exercise had always been a cure for temple softness. Though, in the case of her serving women, that meant extra duties. 

“No, no, no, no!” Tohru gasped, leading her pudgy friend back to the couch. Lucoa struggled, her breasts and stomach bobbing up and down, but could not break away from the grip of the maid. Once again upon her well upholstered prison, Lucoa sighed and crossed her arms over her stomach. Tohru walked back and forth, working on instructing the other woman. “You see, Kobayashi gave me VERY specific instructions. I’m supposed to do all the things I would do for her. Cooking, cuddling, and making sure that you are the happiest dragon in all of Japan!” Tohru patted Lucoa’s head, using the action as a veiled way to control the former goddess. Tohru turned, her blonde twin tails whirling around, and marched into the kitchen. “Cookies might be fun! Something with a gooey center, just like my favorite neutral dragon!” Tohru beamed, eyes burrowing into the back of Lucoa’s head. 

“Ah, yes, I think that might be nice too!” Lucoa agreed under duress. She tugged at her shirt, trying to keep the lip of it over her stomach. Each new breath made it jump up again. Lucoa listened to Tohru in the kitchen, wondering if there was any hope of escape. She could practically hear Tohru changing her mind about what to make. Pots and pans were pulled down with little thought or reason. Though the snack idea had started with cookies, Lucoa knew there would be a full course meal provided by the end of Tohru’s cooking. Afraid of what any extra calories might do to her figure, she started to slide to the other end of the couch. Rather than leave at once, she could wait there until Tohru’s attention was focused elsewhere. Lucoa slid quietly, her stomach rolling back and forth. The happy little potbelly eagerly showed its new found girth off. Soon, it was buddied up to the armrest of the couch. 

“Don’t mind me!” Lucoa’s head snapped as she heard Tohru’s voice directly above her. “Just was going to turn on the television.” She looked down at her charge. “I thought you would want to watch something! That way you aren’t feeling too stir crazy.” Tohru flipped through the channels until she found a drama program that Lucoa had mentioned once. Even before the busty dragoness could venture an opinion, Tohru had swarmed her once more. She tugged lucoa’s legs across the couch and was tucking them in with a blanket. “Nice and comfy!” She smiled at her prisoner. Lucoa gave a weak thumbs up and then pretended to care about the show. 

Tohru sniffed, as if trying to sense whether Lucoa was a flight risk. She returned to the kitchen to keep cooking. However, she took a little time to make a special call. If Lucoa was going to be properly spoiled like Kobayashi wanted, Tohru was going to need help. Failure was not an option. She would do whatever was necessary to ensure that Lucoa was coddled to the fullest extent.

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The doorbell rang some time later, Tohru’s guest arriving just as it was beginning to finish. “I’ll geeeet it!” The maid dragon sang to her charge in the other room. She peered around the corner, making sure that Lucoa was not trying to make a dash for the balcony exit. At the very least, the older dragoness was willing to stay put. She might reject all of Tohru’s attempts at spoiling, but she was at least complacent enough to stay in the house. Assured that the other woman would not leave, Tohru spun to the door; her bubbly maid persona reestablished. “Who could be visiting at this hour?” She asked, playing off the fact that she had been on the phone begging for help. With one last glance over her shoulder, Tohru opened the door and stepped outside to greet Elma. 

“Finally!” Tohru whispered sharply. “What took you so long?” She thrust her chest against the smaller woman’s. Though busty by human standards, Elma ranked third in the local hierarchy of dragon breasts. Tohru’s chest manhandled the brunette’s, though only for so long.

“Heeeey! I have a job, you know!” Elma stood on her tiptoes, trying to get any advantage she could over Tohru. She poked a finger into a large and bouncy breast. “I work all day long, trying to keep up with demands. Especially since Kobayashi is gone. She was one of the few people doing any-” Elma was cut off by a plump roll being shoved in her mouth. Unable to resist any food, she grumbled and began to chew. The roll rose up and down, slowly disappearing. 

“Okay, sheesh.” Tohru backed away. “Anyway, I’m trying to help Kobayashi out. She told me to help Lucoa have the best time while she is away, but Lucoa is being difficult.”

“You mean she doesn’t want you buttering her up?” Elma said through a mouthful of food. The comment earned her another roll stuffed between her lips and a glare. 

“That’s beside the point! What matters is that Lucoa needs to be happy to Kobayashi is happy with me.” Tohru instructed. Realizing Elma wouldn’t do anything without proper payback, she continued on. “And a happy Kobayashi means more work gets done.” Tohru’s face was wide and obviously conniving as she finished. She reached out and took the eating dragon’s hands. “Help me this one time? Just like you used to?” She was willing to pull out all the stops. In order to help her friend. 

Elma rolled her eyes. “Fine. . .but Kobayashi better be willing to return the favor.” She crossed her arms and stepped forward. Tohru opened the door to the apartment. The blonde dragon felt rather proud of how she had sneakily held her fingers crossed behind her back. When she returned, Kobayashi would be far too spoiled by Tohru to worry about any silly office jobs. The girls walked through the hallway and into the apartment. Tohru quietly explained what the job would be. However, Elma really understood the job when they entered the living room. The glass sliding door was open and Lucoa stood on the balcony, ready to try and fly back to her house. 

“Hey!” Tohru yelled, blitzing past Elma. “Lucoooaaaa, we haven’t had dinner yet. You promised you would stay.” The maid shouted as she ran, waving a hand for Elma to follow. “It’s rude to leave. . .Elma! Grab her!” The three dragons were soon wrestling on the balcony, with the neighbors watching in disbelief. 

--- Chapter 3 ---

“More tea, Lucoa?” Elma asked, kneeling down beside the woman on the couch. In one hand she held a tea kettle and cups while the other was filled with an assortment of cookies. Lucoa sighed, trying to turn away from her second maid. It had been several more days of being held hostage in the most friendly manner possible and the boredom was starting to wear on her. The inactivity was starting to weigh on her clothes as well. As Lucoa turned, her belly became far more noticeable. It rose into the air, pushing up her shirt along with it. The busty dragoness had grown decidedly larger. With two women trying to serve her, the calories had twice the opportunity to find their way onto her body. Her hips pushed to either side of the couch cushions, spreading their plush wealth. More than chubby, Lucoa was starting to get fat. Blame could be directly split between Elma and Tohru. “You know, if you take this it will mean you’ll be full by supper.” Elma whispered. “You won’t have to eat as much of Tohru’s cooking.” Elma winked. 

Lucoa sighed, stretching out her hand to grab at some of the tea cookies. She couldn’t deny that they were delicious looking. Elma, being quite the foodie herself, had a knack for food. Unlike Tohru, whose idea of a meal was distinctly draconic, the office worker had an eye for the tastiest human morsels. Lucoa opened her mouth and ate the cookie whole, showing her “maid” that she was at least compliant. Elma smiled back, pushing another cookie forward on the tray before starting to pour tea. “You know,” She said as the warm beverage filled the cup. “I would have thought that you would have liked being spoiled a bit.” 

“I suppose I’m just out of practice.” Lucoa spoke between bites of cookie. She continued to eat.

“We could get you back into practice.” Elma ventured, handing over the tea. Lucoa took the warm cup and started to sip. “Why not tell me something that you want. Anything at all, and I will go fetch it for you!” Her bright blue eyes sparkled eagerly. The sooner Lucoa became comfortable with the new arrangement, the sooner Tohru and Elma’s plans started to move forward.

“Are you sure?” Lucoa looked down, eyes flitting between the half eaten plate of cookies and Elma. “I don’t want to be rude.” 

“I spend all day following orders, this should be simple!” Elma gave a small salute. “I might take a cookie as payment though. . .” She snuck a treat. Both women laughed, with Lucoa’s stomach bouncing up and down. 

“Fine. . .more cookies then!” Lucoa put a hand up, her stomach and breasts bobbing at the same time. Elma bowed and ran to find the requested snacks. Lucoa sat, munched on her treats, and reflected on how good it felt to give an order again. 

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Elma and Tohru were working in the kitchen, each working on separate tasks. Elma was cutting and arranging cookie dough from a tube onto a metal sheet. She chopped quickly, working at the tube like a chef might cut down a vegetable. Her hands deftly spaced the cookies out, making sure each had the proper alignment to flatten out in the baking process. Meanwhile, Tohru grumbled as she mixed sugar and juice with water. From time to time she would glare at Elma, and mumble something under her breath. As her annoyance would mount her stirring would slow. The wooden spoon would start to slip from her hand. It would come close to tapping the glass. Thankfully, there was a third person in the apartment to keep the wayward lizard on track. 

“Toooohhhrrruuuuu, is there more sugar drink?” Lucoa’s soft voice came from over the couch. It was followed up very shortly with another request posing as a question. “Eeeelllmmmmaaaa, how are the cookies doing?” The calls floated into the kitchen, sweet but insistent. Tohru and Elma each picked up their pace in an effort to avoid falling behind. Tohru snapped the spoon back into her hand, cranking at the glass pitcher in an effort to make sure that all the sugar crystals dissolved. Elma cut so quickly that she worried about her hands. They would not be cut by the puny knife, rather she worried that a glancing blow might break her utensil. Snapping another knife would only slow down the cooking process. Their pace increased again as they heard a yawn and the squeak of the sofa. 

“I can’t believe she chose you to make the cookies. I’m the official maid and chef of the house.” Tohru finally muttered. Stress made her break. Tohru knew that Lucoa would be coming soon to check their progress. 

“I hardly think that is what you should be concerned with!” Elma’s whisper back was venomous. The hand gripping the knife turned into a claw. It had been a long while since she had been able to fight with Tohru. Tensions were high in the kitchen. Proximity to each other as well as increasing demands were bringing either woman to a low boil. The third member of the house, however, was content. 

“And how are you two doing?” Lucoa’s voice made the two younger dragons jump. She had arrived in the kitchen without even a sound. Nothing was amiss in the house from Lucoa’s apparent sprint, not even a stray gust of wind. While impressive on its own, the feat was doubly so given the continued softening of Lucoa’s body. There was little chance that she was under 300 pounds (in human form). Her gut hung out freely, flopping far over unbuttoned shorts. Her breasts had ripped open her shirt, again destroying another article of clothing. Words failed to describe the boulders that bobbed gleefully upon Lucoa’s chest. They were bigger than championship pumpkins, goliaths of soft blubber. She moved easily with her new weight, aged draconic strength allowing her to walk unimpeded. “Oooooh, my sugar drink is done!” She clasped doughy arms over her breasts, struggling to hold back their immensity. 

Tohru moved aside as Lucoa walked in with her arms outstretched. Gut and breasts jumped and bounced with the same heavy motions. Tohru could hear sloshing with Lucoa’s paunch from her earlier drinks. She had been pounding the juice mix, guzzling it around the clock. Lucoa made contact with the drink, hugging the pitcher into her breasts. “So wonderful!” Juice splashed across her breasts. Freshened with liquid, the exposed part of her breasts shined. Her stomach stayed entirely dry, all the liquid seeping into the depths of her cleavage canyon. “Wonderful job, Tohru!” Lucoa said before tipping the pitcher back and into her mouth. She guzzled the drink, not bothering to return to the couch. Her belly bloated outward, shaking with each gulp. Elma and Tohru watched, confusion and a bit of disgust written upon their eyes and mouth. Lucoa twisted back and forth, showing off glimpses of hips that were on their way to filling door frames. “My. . .BBBLUUURRRUUUP. . .that was good.” Lucoa set the pitcher down and licked her stained lips. She patted her gut and started to turn out of the room. “Moooore please!” She said, her butt cheeks bumping merrily. 

“Well. . .she liked my drink!” Tohru puffed her chest out, happy to get a perceived win over Elma. 

“That’s definitely not what you should be worrying about now!” Elma tugged on her rival’s ear. “Lucoa is getting. . .well. . .kind of big.” Elma said, trying to keep her voice low. 

“So?” Tohru was quick to respond and even quicker to snap her sharp teeth at Elma’s hands. “She’s finally happy and doing what we want her to do!” 

“Ellllmmaaaa, how long until the cookies are done, dear?” Lucoa’s voice cut through the argument. Both dragonesses stuck their tongues out and returned to their duties. 

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“Girls! You’re moving too slow!” Lucoa called from the couch, days later. She lay on her side, marveling at how her breasts and stomach slid off of the couch. It would not take but a few more meals for her famed attributes to reach the floor. The pale fat would lie amongst plates that had not been cleared away and small piles of crumbs. Just as the goddess-dragon’s stomach had been growing, the couch had been collapsing. The wooden legs bent and warped, trying to hold up mass that was beyond them. However perfect it was, Lucoa’s body was a demanding creature. A grumble rolled through her belly with such force that she could see the jiggles caused by it. She reached a heavy arm forward to pat at her stomach. She wanted to nurse it, coddle the poor thing until food could arrive to fix its aches. “MOOOOOOORREEE foooooood!” She called, singing only as a light cover. Hunger pangs and the irritation of not being served had started to drive the dreamy undertones from Lucoa’s voice. A commanding sharpness edged the corners of her voice.

“Lucoa!” Elma’s voice volleyed back from the kitchen. Her head shot above the bar, eyes narrowed. She was about to say more, but a green tail pulled her down. Lucoa sat on the couch, politely pretending she didn’t hear Elma’s gasp of frustration. Instead she hummed, providing the background music to a series of violent whispers traded between Elma and Tohru.

“She’s too much! I’m sick of her.” Elma cupped her hands, shooting the words out at Tohru in as angry a whisper as she could manage. Elma’s tirade was broken up as she heard the couch moving, afraid that the older dragoness was coming to find her. In the silence, Tohru took a moment to respond. . .and to tug Elma’s ear. 

“You can’t be sick of her! Making sure she gets what she wants is how we get what we want.” Tohru slapped and wrestled with her rival. Meanwhile, Lucoa shifted her bulk as the argument continued. Despite the two’s whispering and the mean things said about her, the argument was as pleasant as any meal. Elma wanted to rebel, but Tohru held her back. “Kobayashi wants her to have the goddess treatment! That way, I get to spoil Kobayashi like crazy!” Some more slapping broke up the terse words. Which painted an ever increasing smile on Lucoa's face. Her station was rising in the world. Kobayashi was the closest thing any of the dragons had to an authority figure. Now, Lucoa was starting to supplant her. Lucoa wriggled into the couch. She just wanted to rub on something, to feel her body imposing its will on another object. Titanic breasts sloshed back and forth, matching the violent movements of her gut fat. The couch creaked loudly, struggling to hold up the 420 pounds of fat that she had accumulated. 

“That’s stupid! She’s just getting mean and fat. Kobayashi is NOT going to be happy with us.” Elma asserted herself, pushing Tohru and a stack of plates over. The ladies’ breasts bounced atop one another, mirroring their struggle. 

“Think about it, dummy!” Tohru hissed, pulling Elma’s hair. “If Lucoa keeps getting fatter, she won’t have the energy to be mean. Then we just keep feeding her until Kobayashi comes home.” Elma tried to argue more, but Tohru was too quick. She clamped a hand over her short haired rival and stood up.  “Uuuhm. . .Lucoa?” With a scaled hand clamped over Elma’s mouth, Tohru balanced herself between both women. “What do you think about going out? Or having food delivered?” Tohru’s long ponytails whipped back and forth as Elma tried to struggle out of her grasp. “That would be faster than us trying to make it here.”

Lucoa gave a long sigh, her flab further flattening out along the couch. It warped in the middle, steadily broken down by days of Lucoa lounging upon it. Her shirt may as well have not existed for as much of her bulk as it covered. Her breasts flooded the flat plain of her stomach, reaching in all directions for more things to smother. The tides of booby blubber reach the breaker that was her second chin. She put a chubby arm up, rolling her hand around. “Come in here please, ladies.” Lucoa flicked her wrists, summoning her caretakers. “You know I hate not being able to see you when we talk about things.” Luoca had never mentioned the rule before, but she was sure that it had long existed. Tohru sped over quickly, dragging Elma with her. The two stood above Lucoa, who had moved not a muscle. Her only move would be to wave her hand again, bringing the pair low. Tohru knelt and then forced Elma to kneel as well. “We must see eye to eye on these things.” Lucoa’s smile was sickeningly sweet, plastered well within her chubby face. 

“Of course.” Tohru nodded. Visions of Kobayashi’s approval played before her eyes as she knelt before Lucoa. “Sorry, Lucoa!” 

“No problem. . .of course.” Lucoa paused, eyes wandering of Elma. She put out a hand, patting Tohru. Her heavy arms swung back and forth, sending jiggles into her breasts. Lucoa hummed a little as she thought about the requests made to her. Chubby thighs, long since having met and started to squish each other, rubbed in glee. It was all a system of orders. She would tell Tohru, who would pass them along to the delivery service. Lucoa smiled, remembering days at the palace. Seneschals would carry her little commands to the serving women. Her little command structure was slowly coming back. “Ordering out might be fun. . .” Lucoa pretended to think about the suggestion. “I do like when you two cook though.” She licked her lips. Her hands moved to grasp her stomach, jiggling the thick slab of meat. It felt so nice for it to be filled. Food was so much better these days, far more appealing than what it had been during her reign as a goddess. “Perhaps we do both!” Lucoa clapped her arms together, a groan going through her servants. 

“Elma. . .you do the ordering.” Lucoa tapped the glowering woman on the nose. She had to reach far off the couch to find the smaller dragon. Lucoa’s stomach shifted and slid off the furniture, once again drooping towards the floor. “The-then. . .uuuggh. . .Tohru,. . .you can . . .finish dinner!” Lucoa swung her bulk around, fighting past her wobbling gut. The doughy dragoness looked through her cleavage valley and over the slump of her gut. Tohru nodded, though it came slowly. There was hesitation in the slim woman’s movements, stuck on an opinion she wished to share. “If you’re too tired though, we could. . .” Lucoa floated the idea in an accusatory manner. 

“Oooof coooouuurse not!” Tohru was quick to speak, but had to do it through gritted teeth. She bowed her head, trying to hide her fuming. “What. . .would. . .you. . .like?” Tohru was slow, doing everything she could to maintain composure. 

“I’m sure you can figure it out.” Lucoa was quick to respond, throwing herself into Tohru’s frustration like a pig into mud. Her words landed much like her butt had in the couch. Tohru drooped a bit under the weight of the request. A shot in the dark over what meal Lucoa wanted? There was a limited chance of success. “Anyway! Let’s get moving before my tummy growls more!” Lucoa clapped her hands, making her gut quake. She lurched back into place, fumbling for the remote to the television. Elma and Tohru went about their jobs, too angry to even look at each other.

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As with the other changes to the household, the addition of ordering out seemed to only benefit Lucoa. The lazy house guest was treated to both home cooked feasts and greasy fast food smorgasbords. Roasted dragon tail mixed with fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Soda, slurpees, and chocolate milk became even more plentiful than water for the bulging dragoness. Her couch was becoming a throne for gluttony and indulgence, discarded napkins and wrappers starting to form little piles. Tohru enacted her plan, trying to bury Lucoa under mountains of food and her own increasing appetite. Lucoa ate, Lucoa grew, but she did not slow down. Her appetite stretched to fit the size of the meals presented to her. Lucoa and Elma worked in shifts, staggering home cooked meals and deliveries to make sure that their bossy house guest was always eating something. Only in rare moments of sleep did Lucoa go without food. In those times, the two caretakers would try to feed themselves to keep their strength up. 

“Some plan this has been. . .” Elma said glumly as she nibbled on a burger. She was hiding in Kobayashi’s room, sitting at the foot of the missing woman’s bed. The burger was one of three that had been leftover from Lucoa’s most recent binge. They had been secretly added to the order, a little treat for Elma to give herself. She savored the toasted bun and tender meat. It had been a long day of trying to make Lucoa happy, a day that had only stopped when Lucoa had gotten too full to remain awake. She had fallen into a deep slumber on the couch, her doughy body jiggling with each breath. Lucoa would sleep for a while, giving Elma and Tohru the chance to prepare for the next day. It would be hours of setting up food in the kitchen and thinking about what fast food places to order from. Then, in the wee hours of the morning, the two might fall into a slight sleep. “. . .at the very least, she won’t bother me right now.” Elma mumbled, taking another bite of her burger, her hands caressed the other uneaten ones. Their time would come soon, though it would not be Elma eating them. 

“Gimmie.” Lucoa’s voice shocked Elma back to reality. She looked up, seeing nothing but large breasts and a sagging stomach. Lucoa was heavy, but even 450 pounds of fat could not slow down an adult dragon. Lucoa had been gaining weight at an impressive speed, but it had done little besides sharpened her appetite and bolster her ego. She swung her bulk into the room, waddling by choice rather than necessity. Her pants were undone, practically ripping away from her enormous hips. Her pillowy gut swung back and forth, coming ever nearer to Elma’s face. Lucoa’s frown was as thick as her body and as inescapable. She looked down at Elma with disapproval. The skinnier dragon folded back into the bed, close to trying to crawl under it. “You’ve been holding out.” Lucoa put the accusation out, thrusting her stomach at the same time. The sagging wall of fat collided with Elma’s face, rubbing Lucoa’s queenly dominance into the office worker. 

“I need food too!” Elma tried to push back, hands slapping at the immense sack of fat. She tasted salt from dried sweat. Lucoa had halted her bathing, content to lounge in her own filth and bark orders at her maids. Were Kobayashi’s room not dark, Elma knew she would see different food stains tattooing Lucoa’s gut. She collected them like she collected fast food receipts. 

“Plenty. . .BBBLOOORRRUP. . .in the pantry.” Lucoa belched, her stomach upset from movement. A thick arm reached down through her fat, manicured nails stretching out for the burgers. Lucoa flopped onto Elma, burying her servant with her fat. It was expedient, if a little ungraceful. The bed rocked as Elma and it became one. Fat filled her vision and trapped her limbs. Lucoa was quicker and stronger, used to the feeling of her fat. She had little trouble keeping Elma pinned and ripping the burger from her. The other ones sitting next to the struggling dragons were also scooped up. Lucoa smothered them to her naked breasts, crawling into Kobayashi’s bed like a lizard. She curled up on the formerly pristine covers, nesting atop her ill gotten food treasures. “Mmmgghp. . .never. . .mmmghp. . .hide food. . .from me!” She snapped at Elma. 

“Fine, fine, fine!” Elma stamped her foot and walked out of the room. She slammed the door, sending jiggles through the bulk of the greedy dragon. Lucoa continued to eat, running over the events that had transpired. Elma was becoming a problem, a malcontent and would have to be dealt with. There had always been trouble in the palace. Lucoa had dealt with very little of it, but every so often she was called to handle a greater issue. It was high time to recall those spells. For the moment, however, she would focus on her pillaged goods. Lucoa uncurled from her defensive posture. She rolled backwards, spreading her softness across Kobayashi’s bed as much as possible. Lucoa was more than happy to claim what wasn’t protected.