The door creaked open, but she couldn’t see who was there. She presumed it was Jack. Even though she no longer was able to move her legs, Kyra savored every moment of her immobility. It was just her and a pile of food, nobody to judge her, nobody to stop her, just eating like a pig… or more accurately a fat dragoness. She could feel her taut, purple skin stretching with every bite and she was pleasured by every bit of food that slipped down her throat. She loved the sensation of forging herself on food, and her enormous stomach quaked in emptiness, sadly, there was nothing she could do but grab her belly in an attempt to relieve her need to eat.
“Ky? Are you awake?”
She almost jumped… as high as a blob can jump, which is not really jumping at all and more of a futile jiggle. “Ye-yes, babe~!”
As Jack walked inside the room, he looked at her and realized she’d eaten through the entire pile of food in one sitting. He heard her overstretched stomach growl in a cry for food. “Someone’s been quite the piggy. Is my dragoness hungry?”