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Serin woke slowly, his eyelids heavy as he gradually took stock of his surroundings. It was impossible to tell how much time he had spent lying against the stone dais as the cavern didn't have a roof and was constantly lit by the magma glowing beneath them. He groaned and tried to sit up, his belly compressed and caused him to halt between a lying and sitting position, flailing momentarily, Serin crashed backwards again with a thud. He panted from the exertions and gingerly lifted a hand onto the spherical mass of scales which rose above his chest. It wasn't as big as it was last night, that was the curse's fault but it was still an improvement since the start of the day. His emaciated frame had been filled to bursting during the gorging feast and now the food had digested, transforming the firm mass of food into a layer of fat which swaddled his limbs and his belly. He pushed his hands in; most of the fat had remained around his gut, forming a blob of fat inches thick. His hands sank into his flesh juicily as he growled deeply, savoring the feeling of soft adipose squeezed beneath his claws. Scattered around the cavern were dragons in a similar predicament to Serin, their multi-coloured scales looking like huge piles of precious gems glittering in the fiery light. Severely glutted, they lay about haphazardly, strewn across the floor and tables which were once filled with the food that now resided in each dragon's squishy belly. Serin made a second attempt to stand, rolling to his side first; his belly cascaded down like a waterfall of calories as it rested against the tabletop, spreading like a blob of melting ice cream. Serin then eased himself to the edge of the stone platform, placing his feet on the ground he gradually levered his stomach up until he was sitting with his legs swung over the edge. His gut forced his legs apart so that it could fill the gap and allow Serin to straighten his back, yawning cavernously, a shadow appeared in front of him, obscuring part of the light coming from the magma pit, Serin looked up and saw a hefty blue dragon standing legs wide apart before of him.
"Rise and shine" Furore teased, offering a chubby arm to Serin who grunted as his fat friend assisted in getting him to his feet. Once up, Serin felt the entire weight of his belly pulling him forward; it took a while to acclimatize to the wondrous feeling.
"I'm huge" said Serin, Furore chuckled
"You should've seen yourself last night; you were the biggest pig I've ever seen"
"That's true, I probably wouldn't have even been able to stand after I'd eaten the whole table" Serin reminisced blissfully
"Well you've got a fresh start today" said a voice from over the other side of the cavern; Greed had appeared, smiling toothily around at the pack of stuffed draconine blobs
"Today we have another challenge, its just as well you aren't too full after the welcome feast" It was true, the effect of the underworld curse, while somewhat diminishing Serin's efforts last night, had given the edge to his hunger, he smiled, deeply pleased at the thought of his own glorious greed. "When you are ready, follow me to the ring" Greed passed through a gaping crevasse on the far side of the cavern and disappeared from sight. Serin looked to Furore
"Shall we?" Furore grinned back
"I'll race you" Serin rolled his eyes
"Don't be stupid" but Furore had already taken off. It wasn't a fast pace by any means, there was no way he could run like he once could, weighed down by his fat. As Furore took the massive strides needed to keep his center of gravity in check, his juicy thighs bounced and jiggled with his rear, his puffy tail working furiously to keep his balance. The rolls on the sides of his waist compressed and bulged like pumps, squashing the fat around his hips into stacks of lard and bulging heavily out when straightened. Serin groaned at the thought of merely walking, he started to take wide, ponderous steps as he felt his belly dragging him forward. Walking was awkward while being this fat; he intended to do as little as possible. When he had passed through the crevasse, Serin was panting with exertion, Furore lay on the floor, sweating as he turned his head, causing his double chin to bulge outwards
"I won" he gasped, his mound of a belly slick and shining, Serin sat down beside him, leaning against Furore's massive blue belly. It was like the most comfortable armchair imaginable, the soft flesh squishing luxuriously under his weight, curving around his back to support his hips. Furore moaned
"Ooh, you are heavy, I can tell I'm going to have some tough competition from you" Serin turned and grabbed his opponent's belly with both arms, feeling its plush heaviness pressing back out on his arms and shoulders, Furore yelped
"What's to stop be just gulping you down right now" Furore grinned viciously
"Not if I get you first" a breath passed then they burst out laughing, their bellies quivering in tandem
"Who says that isn't the challenge today?" Greed said from the side of the ring, the two dragons stood as the others entered the vast hall. Greed spoke to the group as a whole
"Today as with every day, you will be tested on your voracity and gluttony, if you look down in the ring," Serin looked over the precipice, a large arena was at its center, a circle of sand surrounded by rock walls, "you will see the grounds for your second trial, there is, however, a difference."
"At the end of this trial, the dragon who has gained the least weight will be eliminated from the contest" there was a nervous shuffling, not helped by the fact that the savage grin had returned to Greed's fearsome face.
"Without further ado, come this way"

They walked down a short series of stairs to reach the edge of the ring, Greed turned to face the group, pointing to a rounded purple dragon standing near the front
"You're up first" the dragon steeled himself and entered the ring, almost immediately a pillar of fire erupted in the center of the ring, gradually coalescing into an enormously obese fiery dragon with sharp, glowing eyes. The purple dragon looked noticeably less confident
"Your challenge today is to eat your way to victory against the demons; you will weaken them as you consume them but mind they don't get you first"
"What?! I'm going to be mauled?!" the purple dragon called back frantically, Greed laughed
"Don't worry they can't do you any physical harm, ready? begin!" the demon began circling his opponent, the purple dragon mimicked, the two massive beings orbiting the center of the ring
"The demons each way 1000 pounds so your gain will be measured against that value" the demon outweighed his opponent nearly 600 pounds, his blazing red belly looked as if it could squash his opponent flat, the purple dragon was shaking visibly, eventually the demon charged, building up momentum to crash into his foe who followed suit. The leviathans met with a gloopy thud as their bellies squashed together, each trying to find purchase against their rival. The demon bared its fangs and plunged them into the purple dragons gut. He yelled but the demon's maw passed through him as if he were made of custard, taking a sizeable gulp of his opponent's belly, the purple dragon recovered from his shock and drove in for the counterattack.

The struggle lasted for half an hour, the competitors gorging themselves on each others' fat until eventually
"Well played, you shall move onto the next round" the purple dragon, now gigantically bloated sighed and patted his belly which sloshed with his former opponent, Greed lifted him arm, a red haze appeared below the purple dragon as his lifted slightly off the ground, Greed moved the butterball of a dragon back to the side of the ring as he was immobile due to his own weight. He landed gently, his stomach spreading back out. Greed turned back to the group and pointed to an orange dragon next to Serin who had been watching the proceedings with his mouth agape
"Your turn"

The second match also went well for the orange dragon, he appeared to be so driven by fear that he gnashed at the air randomly and more often than not (due to his foe's size) connected with the blubbery surface of the demon's gut. The third didn't go so well, the yellow dragon only managing to swipe a few bites of his opponent before he was pinned helpless and the match ended. The fourth match was a shambles, the green dragon actually lost all the fat he had gained from the feast, consumed by the demon's cavernous jaws. Serin grew increasingly nervous as he saw the lean dragon emerge from the fight to Greed's contemptuous gaze, who pointed next to Furore
"Let's hope you can do better" Furore smiled back
"I intend to" he entered the ring as the demon appeared, large and imposing, Furore didn't outwardly show and sign of fear, merely dropping into a ready position facing his rival. The demon charged but Furore held his ground, a sly smile playing across his flabby face, he planted his feet wide, anchored his tail and placed his hands ready to meet the oncoming force of the sea of fat racing towards him, he opened his maw wide and as they came into contact, struck out with snakelike speed, plunging his head into the demon's stomach. The beast grunted in shock and then began to shrink as Furore drank deeply, his throat pumping like a piston, gulping down the steady flow of lard entering the blue dragon's belly. The demon struck down, seeking to reverse the flow of the battle but Furore sensed the move, pulling his head free, he lashed his tail around, sweeping the demon off its feet. As it crashed to the ground, Furore leant on it's side, resuming his rapid consuming of his opponent's bulk, the advantage the demon had was rapidly decreasing but it was pinned by the growing mass of Furore's gut, and then it was all over, Furore smacked his lips appreciatively after he slurped up the rest of his foe. Greed smiled lifting Furore back to join the other dragons, his belly sloshed with a liquid sound as he came to rest on the sand of the arena
"How was it?" Serin asked, Furore stoked his stuffed gut with closed eyes
"They taste good" he said rapturously. Greed turned to Serin
"Your turn" Serin stepped forward, he couldn't use the same tactic as Furore; he wasn't nearly quick enough to anticipate an attack and he couldn't simply stand his ground; he would be eaten is seconds. The match began and immediately Serin rushed towards his larger opponent, checking his speed, as he reached his target, he swerved to the side, coming around the back of his opponent, a maneuver made difficult by his swinging belly but made even harder for his foe. Serin managed three good gulps before he decided to break away. He backpedaled in order to escape the demon's snapping jaws as he dropped back into his ready position. He charged again, this time meeting his opponent in a tackle, but Serin sank into the demon's gut, cushioned by the wall of belly. The demon grinned as its opponent struggled helplessly against the barrier of its stomach, It managed a large bite before Serin realized and pulled away again. He would need to build up more fat before trying that move again. He changed tack, charging again, just before he met the demon's maw, he slid underneath the demon's head and ended up in a lying position underneath the bottom of the demon's gut, opening his jaws wide, Serin allowed the weight of his foe's belly to run into his gaping mouth. The effect was instantaneous, the fat drained into his gullet at such a rate that Serin was hard pressed to keep up but miraculously he did. Greedily pumping more lard into his already stuffed stomach, the demon floundered, it attempted to pull away but Serin grabbed hold of its sides, lifting it above his head like a massive bottle of blubber he was intent of sculling. The demon was helpless; it disappeared into Serin's mouth in seconds. Serin took one final gulp and dropped his arms heavily to his sides, he felt good, really good. His belly rose above him like a legendary mountain, pushing all its weight onto Serin's waist; he grabbed a handful of rolls and gently kneaded his sides, pushing his belly further skywards as he yelped in pleasure.
"A good performance" Greed called from the sidelines, applauding, Serin saw the haze encircle him, and a bizarre feeling of weightlessness enveloped him as he levitated off the surface of the sand, drifting towards the group huddled around the ring's edge. As he was let down, the heavy feeling rushed back to him. The momentary absence made his gut seem all the heavier as he growled in pleasure
"And to think you were nervous" said Furore, leaning on his side to look at Serin
"You're right, they do taste good" said Serin as he rocked his gut from side to side, causing a small wave with each movement. Furore eyed Serin's pleasures and chuckled
"I'd love to help you with that but I can't really move right now" Serin couldn't see the next struggle past his tubby midsection, he turned to Furore
"And to think we're going to get even fatter than this later on" Furore closed his eyes
"Ooh that'd be marvelous"

The last competitors finished their matches and Greed addressed the group
"You've now all completed the second trial, its nice to see most of you are well fed but now comes the time for one of us to leave" there were footsteps as Greed walked amongst the competitors. He stopped at the green dragon who was the only one who had managed to lose weight
"You, come with me" the green dragon whimpered as he scuttled off behind Greed as they both walked back through the crevasse. Serin wondered what would happen to the unfortunate dragon but dismissed the thought; he was in this game to win it. He jiggled his massive gut as if confirming that statement sending ripples down the mass of flab as he groaned in pleasure, turning to Furore who was giving his own belly a similar treatment, their eyes met and they grinned at the sight of each others unbelievably gorged frames
"It can only keep getting better" Serin hadn't heard truer words before.

Greed stopped in the main cavern, turning to face the green dragon who stopped before him, looking up at the red dragon's face fearfully
"As you have been eliminated you must face the consequence of failure" the green dragon shook
"Wh-whats that?" Greed merely flashed his feral smile in response as he moved toward the terrified dragon

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Serin woke slowly, his eyelids heavy as he gradually took stock of his surroundings. It was impossible to tell how much time he had spent lying against the stone dais as the cavern didn't have a roof and was constantly lit by the magma glowing beneath them. He groaned and tried to sit up, his belly compressed and caused him to halt between a lying and sitting position, flailing momentarily, Serin crashed backwards again with a thud. He panted from the exertions and gingerly lifted a hand onto the spherical mass of scales which rose above his chest. It wasn't as big as it was last night, that was the curse's fault but it was still an improvement since the start of the day. His emaciated frame had been filled to bursting during the gorging feast and now the food had digested, transforming the firm mass of food into a layer of fat which swaddled his limbs and his belly. He pushed his hands in; most of the fat had remained around his gut, forming a blob of fat inches thick. His hands sank into his flesh juicily as he growled deeply, savoring the feeling of soft adipose squeezed beneath his claws. Scattered around the cavern were dragons in a similar predicament to Serin, their multi-coloured scales looking like huge piles of precious gems glittering in the fiery light. Severely glutted, they lay about haphazardly, strewn across the floor and tables which were once filled with the food that now resided in each dragon's squishy belly. Serin made a second attempt to stand, rolling to his side first; his belly cascaded down like a waterfall of calories as it rested against the tabletop, spreading like a blob of melting ice cream. Serin then eased himself to the edge of the stone platform, placing his feet on the ground he gradually levered his stomach up until he was sitting with his legs swung over the edge. His gut forced his legs apart so that it could fill the gap and allow Serin to straighten his back, yawning cavernously, a shadow appeared in front of him, obscuring part of the light coming from the magma pit, Serin looked up and saw a hefty blue dragon standing legs wide apart before of him.
"Rise and shine" Furore teased, offering a chubby arm to Serin who grunted as his fat friend assisted in getting him to his feet. Once up, Serin felt the entire weight of his belly pulling him forward; it took a while to acclimatize to the wondrous feeling.
"I'm huge" said Serin, Furore chuckled
"You should've seen yourself last night; you were the biggest pig I've ever seen"
"That's true, I probably wouldn't have even been able to stand after I'd eaten the whole table" Serin reminisced blissfully
"Well you've got a fresh start today" said a voice from over the other side of the cavern; Greed had appeared, smiling toothily around at the pack of stuffed draconine blobs
"Today we have another challenge, its just as well you aren't too full after the welcome feast" It was true, the effect of the underworld curse, while somewhat diminishing Serin's efforts last night, had given the edge to his hunger, he smiled, deeply pleased at the thought of his own glorious greed. "When you are ready, follow me to the ring" Greed passed through a gaping crevasse on the far side of the cavern and disappeared from sight. Serin looked to Furore
"Shall we?" Furore grinned back
"I'll race you" Serin rolled his eyes
"Don't be stupid" but Furore had already taken off. It wasn't a fast pace by any means, there was no way he could run like he once could, weighed down by his fat. As Furore took the massive strides needed to keep his center of gravity in check, his juicy thighs bounced and jiggled with his rear, his puffy tail working furiously to keep his balance. The rolls on the sides of his waist compressed and bulged like pumps, squashing the fat around his hips into stacks of lard and bulging heavily out when straightened. Serin groaned at the thought of merely walking, he started to take wide, ponderous steps as he felt his belly dragging him forward. Walking was awkward while being this fat; he intended to do as little as possible. When he had passed through the crevasse, Serin was panting with exertion, Furore lay on the floor, sweating as he turned his head, causing his double chin to bulge outwards
"I won" he gasped, his mound of a belly slick and shining, Serin sat down beside him, leaning against Furore's massive blue belly. It was like the most comfortable armchair imaginable, the soft flesh squishing luxuriously under his weight, curving around his back to support his hips. Furore moaned
"Ooh, you are heavy, I can tell I'm going to have some tough competition from you" Serin turned and grabbed his opponent's belly with both arms, feeling its plush heaviness pressing back out on his arms and shoulders, Furore yelped
"What's to stop be just gulping you down right now" Furore grinned viciously
"Not if I get you first" a breath passed then they burst out laughing, their bellies quivering in tandem
"Who says that isn't the challenge today?" Greed said from the side of the ring, the two dragons stood as the others entered the vast hall. Greed spoke to the group as a whole
"Today as with every day, you will be tested on your voracity and gluttony, if you look down in the ring," Serin looked over the precipice, a large arena was at its center, a circle of sand surrounded by rock walls, "you will see the grounds for your second trial, there is, however, a difference."
"At the end of this trial, the dragon who has gained the least weight will be eliminated from the contest" there was a nervous shuffling, not helped by the fact that the savage grin had returned to Greed's fearsome face.
"Without further ado, come this way"

They walked down a short series of stairs to reach the edge of the ring, Greed turned to face the group, pointing to a rounded purple dragon standing near the front
"You're up first" the dragon steeled himself and entered the ring, almost immediately a pillar of fire erupted in the center of the ring, gradually coalescing into an enormously obese fiery dragon with sharp, glowing eyes. The purple dragon looked noticeably less confident
"Your challenge today is to eat your way to victory against the demons; you will weaken them as you consume them but mind they don't get you first"
"What?! I'm going to be mauled?!" the purple dragon called back frantically, Greed laughed
"Don't worry they can't do you any physical harm, ready? begin!" the demon began circling his opponent, the purple dragon mimicked, the two massive beings orbiting the center of the ring
"The demons each way 1000 pounds so your gain will be measured against that value" the demon outweighed his opponent nearly 600 pounds, his blazing red belly looked as if it could squash his opponent flat, the purple dragon was shaking visibly, eventually the demon charged, building up momentum to crash into his foe who followed suit. The leviathans met with a gloopy thud as their bellies squashed together, each trying to find purchase against their rival. The demon bared its fangs and plunged them into the purple dragons gut. He yelled but the demon's maw passed through him as if he were made of custard, taking a sizeable gulp of his opponent's belly, the purple dragon recovered from his shock and drove in for the counterattack.

The struggle lasted for half an hour, the competitors gorging themselves on each others' fat until eventually
"Well played, you shall move onto the next round" the purple dragon, now gigantically bloated sighed and patted his belly which sloshed with his former opponent, Greed lifted him arm, a red haze appeared below the purple dragon as his lifted slightly off the ground, Greed moved the butterball of a dragon back to the side of the ring as he was immobile due to his own weight. He landed gently, his stomach spreading back out. Greed turned back to the group and pointed to an orange dragon next to Serin who had been watching the proceedings with his mouth agape
"Your turn"

The second match also went well for the orange dragon, he appeared to be so driven by fear that he gnashed at the air randomly and more often than not (due to his foe's size) connected with the blubbery surface of the demon's gut. The third didn't go so well, the yellow dragon only managing to swipe a few bites of his opponent before he was pinned helpless and the match ended. The fourth match was a shambles, the green dragon actually lost all the fat he had gained from the feast, consumed by the demon's cavernous jaws. Serin grew increasingly nervous as he saw the lean dragon emerge from the fight to Greed's contemptuous gaze, who pointed next to Furore
"Let's hope you can do better" Furore smiled back
"I intend to" he entered the ring as the demon appeared, large and imposing, Furore didn't outwardly show and sign of fear, merely dropping into a ready position facing his rival. The demon charged but Furore held his ground, a sly smile playing across his flabby face, he planted his feet wide, anchored his tail and placed his hands ready to meet the oncoming force of the sea of fat racing towards him, he opened his maw wide and as they came into contact, struck out with snakelike speed, plunging his head into the demon's stomach. The beast grunted in shock and then began to shrink as Furore drank deeply, his throat pumping like a piston, gulping down the steady flow of lard entering the blue dragon's belly. The demon struck down, seeking to reverse the flow of the battle but Furore sensed the move, pulling his head free, he lashed his tail around, sweeping the demon off its feet. As it crashed to the ground, Furore leant on it's side, resuming his rapid consuming of his opponent's bulk, the advantage the demon had was rapidly decreasing but it was pinned by the growing mass of Furore's gut, and then it was all over, Furore smacked his lips appreciatively after he slurped up the rest of his foe. Greed smiled lifting Furore back to join the other dragons, his belly sloshed with a liquid sound as he came to rest on the sand of the arena
"How was it?" Serin asked, Furore stoked his stuffed gut with closed eyes
"They taste good" he said rapturously. Greed turned to Serin
"Your turn" Serin stepped forward, he couldn't use the same tactic as Furore; he wasn't nearly quick enough to anticipate an attack and he couldn't simply stand his ground; he would be eaten is seconds. The match began and immediately Serin rushed towards his larger opponent, checking his speed, as he reached his target, he swerved to the side, coming around the back of his opponent, a maneuver made difficult by his swinging belly but made even harder for his foe. Serin managed three good gulps before he decided to break away. He backpedaled in order to escape the demon's snapping jaws as he dropped back into his ready position. He charged again, this time meeting his opponent in a tackle, but Serin sank into the demon's gut, cushioned by the wall of belly. The demon grinned as its opponent struggled helplessly against the barrier of its stomach, It managed a large bite before Serin realized and pulled away again. He would need to build up more fat before trying that move again. He changed tack, charging again, just before he met the demon's maw, he slid underneath the demon's head and ended up in a lying position underneath the bottom of the demon's gut, opening his jaws wide, Serin allowed the weight of his foe's belly to run into his gaping mouth. The effect was instantaneous, the fat drained into his gullet at such a rate that Serin was hard pressed to keep up but miraculously he did. Greedily pumping more lard into his already stuffed stomach, the demon floundered, it attempted to pull away but Serin grabbed hold of its sides, lifting it above his head like a massive bottle of blubber he was intent of sculling. The demon was helpless; it disappeared into Serin's mouth in seconds. Serin took one final gulp and dropped his arms heavily to his sides, he felt good, really good. His belly rose above him like a legendary mountain, pushing all its weight onto Serin's waist; he grabbed a handful of rolls and gently kneaded his sides, pushing his belly further skywards as he yelped in pleasure.
"A good performance" Greed called from the sidelines, applauding, Serin saw the haze encircle him, and a bizarre feeling of weightlessness enveloped him as he levitated off the surface of the sand, drifting towards the group huddled around the ring's edge. As he was let down, the heavy feeling rushed back to him. The momentary absence made his gut seem all the heavier as he growled in pleasure
"And to think you were nervous" said Furore, leaning on his side to look at Serin
"You're right, they do taste good" said Serin as he rocked his gut from side to side, causing a small wave with each movement. Furore eyed Serin's pleasures and chuckled
"I'd love to help you with that but I can't really move right now" Serin couldn't see the next struggle past his tubby midsection, he turned to Furore
"And to think we're going to get even fatter than this later on" Furore closed his eyes
"Ooh that'd be marvelous"

The last competitors finished their matches and Greed addressed the group
"You've now all completed the second trial, its nice to see most of you are well fed but now comes the time for one of us to leave" there were footsteps as Greed walked amongst the competitors. He stopped at the green dragon who was the only one who had managed to lose weight
"You, come with me" the green dragon whimpered as he scuttled off behind Greed as they both walked back through the crevasse. Serin wondered what would happen to the unfortunate dragon but dismissed the thought; he was in this game to win it. He jiggled his massive gut as if confirming that statement sending ripples down the mass of flab as he groaned in pleasure, turning to Furore who was giving his own belly a similar treatment, their eyes met and they grinned at the sight of each others unbelievably gorged frames
"It can only keep getting better" Serin hadn't heard truer words before.

Greed stopped in the main cavern, turning to face the green dragon who stopped before him, looking up at the red dragon's face fearfully
"As you have been eliminated you must face the consequence of failure" the green dragon shook
"Wh-whats that?" Greed merely flashed his feral smile in response as he moved toward the terrified dragon