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"Hey, go easy on me. I'm not in a good place to handle your fidgeting." Marceline said with a frown as she gazed down at her bloated tummy.

"I can't help it. I've been going stir crazy in here. For weeks I've had this need to just do something. I keep getting this weird sensation I can't describe. It's not like anything I've felt before, but... I kinda like it." Brad said.

The two had been stuck together ever since the night Patricia had shoved him into her apprentice's womb. The candy-red dragoness had been alarmed by the act initially, but after that first whole day of laying in bed, constantly pleasuring herself, she found little reason to complain. Though the next day she found plenty of reason. The black dragon's lesson was to be able to focus in spite of distractions. And Brad's presence inside her had been that and then some. With only a limit of three times she was permitted to climax per day, Marceline was finding herself desperately in need.

It had been five months since Brad had been accidentally pulled through into this strange new realm, much of which was spent cooped up in the cute, short girl's belly. She managed to find a way to waddle around with such a vast tummy, stuffed with a human boy who was easily a full head taller than her. While such a state should have been enough to make him complain, Brad found he couldn't. He was enjoying his stay. Though there were aspects that he found somewhat disquieting. It had taken only a single night for him to end up attached to the red lady. He woke up that morning and found an umbilical cord attached to his navel.

But that had only been part of the issue. In spite of having gone several hours after feeling Patricia violate his poor, virgin rectum in so glorious an experience, his belly was still quite swollen. And it had gotten rather firm. Before, it had yielded easily, feeling just as soft and squishy as a water balloon. Now, he found it refused to compress nearly as easily, and any attention he paid the firm dome sent a powerful shudder through him. It was part of the reason why he couldn't sit still most of the time.

After Patricia had assured both Marceline and Brad that they weren't going to remain stuck together for a full term--unless they just wanted to--the human sighed in relief. He wasn't sure he would be able to contend with the degree of 'cabin fever' he was coming down with for another four months. And Marceline was struggling to stay focused in spite of her best efforts. The fact that she had continued to keep up with her studies impressed the sorceress quite a bit.

"Are you two arguing again?" Patricia asked as she walked in.

She smelled heavily of peppermint and the scent of sex. She had no doubt been keeping busy for the last hour by pleasuring herself. Her length was still rigid and glistened with moisture. A thin trail of white drooled from the tip. She had only just finished. As she walked past, Marceline got a good look at her from behind, finding a considerable stain of white on the cheeks of her rump. She had been playing around with her portal spell again, which explained the sizable swell of her stomach. She had named Marceline as 'off limits' while she was carrying Brad, so she had to take care of her own needs in other ways. It brought new meaning to the phrase 'go fuck yourself', and Patricia delighted in that.

"Not arguing, sir. Just... trying to hold both of us still long enough to cast another scanning charm. I'm hoping to have better luck this time. I've tightened the constraints, and I'm using Brad's essence as a baseline to track. It should be able to locate another of his kind fairly easily, provided we haven't waited so long that his plain is too far away to register." the heavily gravid red dragoness said.

"Oh Marcie, you're just as stubborn as me sometimes," Patricia said with a sigh as she sprawled across the chaise lounge, "It's been five months. I think we've used up any chance we had to track his home world down while it was in proximity. With how fast plains move past one another, it's got to be too far away now."

The crimson lady paused and lowered her gaze to her stomach. She rest a paw atop the great dome and bit her lip. Part of her hoped that meant she would be able to keep Brad where he was. She had been enjoying the company, as well as being pregnant with him. The distraction had made her work more difficult, but the time she spent in her bed at the end of the night made it all so very worthwhile.

"So, we cannot return him to his world?" Marceline asked.

"I'm stuck here?" Brad added.

"I'm afraid so. Might as well let him out if you're sick of carrying him. He sounds like he could stand to stretch his legs. I'd be a little wound up too if I was trapped inside someone smaller than me." Patricia said.

"That might be wise." Marceline said.

The cherry-red girl put her spell book down and waddled her way over to the lounge where her master was reclined. With a bit of difficulty given her bulk and Brad's weight, she managed to climb up onto the cushion and lean back against her dark teacher. Just that much effort had winded her a little, so she lay there to recover, running her paws slowly over her vast, round stomach. As she leaned back against the bigger dragoness, she found something strange. The great bulge she had been sporting earlier was gone already. The small lake of seed she had given herself had simply evaporated. No doubt the sorceress had used some spell to flatten herself out so Marceline could recline against her properly.

"You've handled him well," Patricia said, adding one of her paws to the bulge hiding the human, "You should be very proud. Now c'mon. Let's get him out and have a look at him. I have a feeling something interesting has been brewing in that belly of yours."

The two ladies turned about, changing postures and positions until Marceline was prepared. She leaned back against one end of the lounge while her legs were propped up and spread wide. The dome of her tummy churned and wobbled about on top of her, giving her cause to moan. Her length twitched strongly under the great swell. It had grown noticeably since this all began. Patricia explained that was because her body thought she was actually pregnant. Having been with the sorceress for so long, and accepted so many modifications to her physiology, it meant that she had gained an interesting quirk that Patricia herself was rather obsessed with. Pregnancy caused visible genital growth. It had been something Marceline wasn't prepared for, but accepted then outright welcomed once she was able to enjoy her newly enlarged shaft. Even her scrotum had gained a sizable increase as well.

The black dragoness coached her apprentice, offering a soothing, comforting voice that guided the red-scaled witch-in-training through the process of birthing her passenger. Brad turned himself about as he was instructed, finding the firm, nearly impenetrable entrance he had passed through to soften. As soon as it did, a great contraction squeezed tightly all around him. He gasped as his stomach was made to compress under it, though it refused to do so much further than his hands could force. His fingers were pushed out through the warm, wet opening, then his head followed. In precious few seconds, light broke in on him and he could see the outside world. The first face to greet him was Patricia's as she smiled down at him.

"Hey there handsome. Welcome back to the outside world." she offered with a touch of glee.

Something had deeply amused and delighted her. Brad wasn't sure what, but he assumed it was simply because of his re-emergence. As he slipped further towards freedom, he was given reason to better understand her glee. Marceline filled the room with the sound of overwhelmed pleasure. She wriggled in her seat as she pushed again, trying to force her passenger out of her. Her length bobbed in the air, dribbling strongly as she continued to approach climax but never quite reached it. Then a pair of soft swells emerged from her puffy nethers and she stiffened. The sensation stole Brad's breath away, having not expected it.

"Wh-what was that!?" he cried in alarm.

"I'd say that was you enjoying your breasts getting squeezed by a very possessive dragon snatch. I think she wants to drag you back inside. Better grab hold and pull before she does that!" Patricia said with a chuckle.

She offered a paw, which the human took and began straining to free himself. But what was that she had said? His breasts? That didn't make any sense. He was a boy. He didn't have breasts. Then he looked down to his chest. His eyes grew terribly wide as soon as he caught sight of the two lovely mounds of smooth, pink flesh that had not been there before. They weren't nearly as impressive as either of the ladies who had used him the morning he had gone in, but by the standards he was used to seeing, they were fairly generous.

"What the hell!? I'm a girl!" he squeaked in shock.

"Maybe, maybe not. Let's get the rest of you out and see." the black dragoness said.

Another firm push from Marceline saw the lad's still engorged stomach start to spread her open once more. The red lady tipped her head back and screamed, soaking the smooth-skinned human in another splash of moisture. It was pointless to properly dampen him any more than he already was, completely drenched head to toe by simple virtue of having been riding around in her womb for five months, but she could not help herself. The grand swell passed with only little more effort than she had been using, and he slipped free to his hips. Brad wriggled and tugged, dragging the rest of himself out until his feet were no longer concealed in the warm depths he had grown so fond of.

A shiver claimed him as he wrapped his arms around himself. The thorough coating of honey he had gotten on the way out left him feeling chilled in the markedly cooler air of the world outside Marceline. The red dragoness, her tummy now flat once again, lay there, panting feverishly. Her petals quivered as they strained to relax. Her length continued to bob, having not managed to achieve release just yet. She couldn't see what she had done to the boy, but he most certainly could.

Brad looked down at himself. He was still swollen of middle, but that was no great surprise. His chest had grown, giving him the urge to fondle his new breasts. His hips had widened, though he wasn't sure by how much. And his rear had expanded as well, gaining padding that would serve as a good cushion to support the weight of his gravid stomach. There was a degree of femininity to his figure, and that startled him. But what shocked him further was he wasn't entirely human anymore. A tail protruded from the base of his spine. It was thick, covered in green scales, and moved seemingly on its own. He found its presence odd, and the sensations it fed him alien, yet intriguing. His hands rose to feel over the top of his head, finding his hair slicked down by Marceline's honey. There he found a pair of smooth horns protruding from the back of his skull. They were relatively short, but unmistakable.

"I'm... I'm a dragon!" Brad shouted, immediately trying to leap to his feet.

Patricia tried to stop him, gripping him by the arm so he couldn't get too far.

"Hold up there!" she cried, "You're not used to the weight and you just came out after five months of pretty much doing nothing! You're likely going to be weak!"

Indeed he was. Brad shivered, felt briefly dizzy, then sank back down onto the lounge, falling into the dark dragon's embrace.

"Oh god... I... I can't even stand up." he moaned.

"Sure you can. You just gotta take it nice and slow. Here, lemme help you up. You'll wanna see yourself in the mirror." Patricia said.

With the sorceress' help, the transformed human was brought up onto his feet carefully, then walked over to the looking glass in question. As soon as Brad caught sight of his reflection, a flash of crimson filled his cheeks. He wasn't embarrassed to see himself naked per say, but he did feel somewhat guilty for looking over the new, motherly curves he was blessed with and think to himself for one brief moment 'wow, I look hot'.

His hips were quite generous, bowed outward to give him the beginnings of an hourglass figure. His chest was indeed quite lovely, but certainly not up to the standard set by Patricia and Marceline. As he turned to look at himself in profile, Brad could not find the strength of argument to call himself a boy anymore. His rump pushed out and his new tail swished about behind him. A pair of wings fluttered against his back, similarly behaving of their own accord. He would need to learn to control those new limbs. His hands had changed, now sporting short, little claws. His feet were now paws, showing the same jade scales as his tail. His face still showed the most of his remaining masculinity, but it had softened, taking on a decidedly feminine tinge. And still, he could not find himself upset.

"How did this happen?" he asked, shocking himself with how calm he was about the matter.

"That was probably my fault," Patricia said with a sheepish grin, "I got a little carried away and kind of... added the ingredients for you to stew in. And Marceline certainly helped, keeping you locked up in there for five months, the greedy thing. She could have just said she couldn't take it anymore two weeks in and I'd have let her kick you out. But no, she wanted to keep you all to herself for as long as she could. And well... two horny dragons tend to make more dragons."

"Even if I could go back home, I couldn't do it looking like this. Maybe if it was just that I looked like a girl, but the horns, the tail, the wings. I'll never be able to show my face there again without someone screaming about how I'm a demon or something." Brad said, quietly saddened by the revelation.

"Yeah, you're probably right. I mean, I could probably cast a glamour spell on you and hide your dragony bits, but it would eventually wear off. And then there's the matter of this." Patricia said, resting a large, warm paw against the boy's tummy.

He gasped softly and brought his hands to rest against the great, black palm cupped against his stomach. It felt far too good for him to let it stop. He couldn't stand the idea of not having someone rub his belly. Not when it was so round and firm. It hadn't changed size much since he disappeared into Marceline. It was large enough to make him look like he'd eaten a beach ball. And he couldn't help but love it.

"Why haven't I shrunk back down yet? I'm pretty sure guys can't get pregnant." Brad said.

"Maybe where you come from, but here, that happens all the time. And unless I've missed my guess, you're not entirely male anymore. Which means... well... you're probably gonna have a clutch of whelps at some point. Sorry about that." Patricia said, offering the same sheepish smile.

"I'm... actually pregnant?" Brad asked.

He slipped a hand down to the underside of his belly, wanting to 'inspect' everything. He found he had gained size as well, just as Marceline had. The little quirk of being pregnant increasing his 'generosity' had been passed to him as well. He could easily tell his member had grown, making it difficult to get a single hand around. His scrotum had swelled too, now feeling like a pair of softballs resting against his much thicker thighs. But he pressed on. He shoved his hand behind his sac, then almost fell to his knees as a powerful, new sensation raced through him. His fingers brushed over the lips of his brand new cleft and his breath was stolen away. He most certainly wasn't entirely male anymore.

"Steady, boy. You don't want to dive headlong into it until you've had a chance to get your strength back." Patricia said.

"I... I'm... I'm really pregnant. I'm part girl, hung better than anyone I'd ever met back home, and I'm pregnant. And I'm part dragon. I... I don't know what to think." he said breathlessly to himself.

"Honestly, I'm a little jealous," Patricia said with a smirk, "You took to this way faster than I figured you would. I've been wanting to have a clutch or a litter of my own, but I've been holding off because it just didn't feel like the write time. And here you've gone and done it the first time we had sex."

Brad gazed up at the tall, dark lady with a look on his face that suggested her attempt at humor wasn't entirely appreciated.

"Pretty sure it's more that you did it to me than it was me deciding to do it." the young man said.

"Oh of course it is, but you can't begrudge me at least a little levity. You said you didn't know what to think, I wanted to make you laugh. Now, how do you feel? Anything uncomfortable?" Patricia asked, switching over to sincere concern as she ran her paw over the half-dragon's tummy.

It brought a hum of muted delight from him as his eyes fluttered shut.

"No, not uncomfortable at all. Everything feels... really good." Brad said.

"Then I'd say you should think this is all a turn of good fortune. And it's pretty clear that Marcie over there is trying to think of an excuse to put you back in her." Patricia said, leaning in to offer a faux whisper.

They both looked over at the red dragoness lounging in a state of recovery. She was still panting, her chest heaving from the effort of giving birth to their guest. She was cupping her paws against her empty stomach with a subtle, somber expression on her face. She obviously had not wanted to go through with it, but Patricia had said it was necessary.

"Well she's welcome to my eggs if she wants them." Brad said, then immediately regretted it.

"Really? You're willing to give this up?" Patricia asked, curling her fingers against the smooth, pale dome in a light grope.

It made Brad shiver, then let out a quiet groan. His legs squeezed together as he fought the urge to give in to his carnal desires then and there. Had he known being in such a state would send his sex drive into a frenzy, he might have tried it sooner. For the moment though, he tried to behave himself. The physical act of reigning himself in was invisible to the two ladies. But his scent was quite strong, and getting stronger. Patricia knew the scent of a dragon in heat when she smelled it.

"Okay... maybe not." Brad said.

"Yeah, I didn't think so. Especially since you're still fighting yourself. You really wanna do something about all of this, don't you?" the black-scaled lady asked.

The half-dragon whimpered and brought his own hands to cup against his stomach, gently squeezing and testing, exploring the dome anew, but this time with a different goal. He wanted to find where it was most tender. He wanted to see if attention to his stomach alone would be enough to push him to orgasm. And the sorceress had picked up on that. It was why she had asked him. He couldn't resist. His willpower was melting too quickly.

"Yeah... yeah I do. I really do. I want it so bad I can taste it." Brad answered, the tone of his voice suggesting just how needy he was feeling.

"Then why don't you come get a good taste?" Patricia asked with a grin, returning to recline atop the lounge.

She lifted one of her legs and dangled it over the back, leaving the other hanging over the edge so that her paw rest flat on the floor. It gave Brad a perfect view of what lay between her thighs. Marceline had been generous, so much that he had gone through a bit to get her down his throat. This was entirely different. Now that he had a good look at Patricia's features, he understood why he was left so breathless. The enormous mast before him, already rigid and gently pulsing in time with the lady's heartbeat, was large enough to rival one of his legs, and that had been inside him. She had shoved that in and stretched him beyond anything humanly possible with it.

Had this been months earlier, before his trip into Marceline, he might have thought showing her the same attention would be impossible. Now, he couldn't help himself. Brad scooted his way over towards the throbbing spire and reached out to grasp it. The thing was quite warm to the touch, enticing him further. He opened his lips and began trying to feed the dark head into his jaws. It was in that moment that he realized his teeth were different as well. He had a pair of little fangs, sharp enough to do damage if he wasn't careful. A soft 'pop' sounded in his skull as he pushed down onto the black beast. His jaw had just dislocated, granting him a snake-like ability to stretch around a larger 'meal'. It had not hurt, it had not even felt that strange. And the fact that he could now open his mouth wider still was all that mattered to him.

Brad took advantage of this newfound ability and threw caution to the wind. He pushed his head down hard over the sleek, thick spire he found himself hungering for. Patricia closed her eyes and sighed, resting a paw against the back of his head, delighting in his enthusiasm. A small fountain of moisture began to smear the inside of the half-dragon's mouth and throat in the clear, salty ooze. It encouraged the young man, prompting him to swallow. His throat bulged as the dark length entered his gullet, and still he pressed on, gulping and crawling forward until his nose bumped against the smooth, supple, scaly skin before him. He had devoured her right up to the hilt, and he had done so without difficulty.

Patricia simply smiled down at him and began slowly pistoning her hips forward against his face. She intended to make use of the situation. If he liked having a big, plump, round belly, then surely she could help him gain that much more to enjoy. And there would be a lot to gain. If what she had pumped into his colon as he was shoved into Marceline was any indication, he wouldn't need to eat for days.

Brad's eyes closed as he was rocked forward into. His neck bore the brunt of the force well. A pair of large paws reached down and took hold of the sides of his chest, helping to hold him in place as the sorceress used him. Slowly, all thought drifted from the young man's mind, leaving him only to bask in the now. He could feel the steady throbbing of the shaft in his throat, how its smooth skin brushed back and forth through his gullet without difficulty. It was as if the time he had spent inside Marceline had changed him such that he would make an excellent sex toy. In spite of the fact that he wasn't going to be going home, and the disappointment of that, he found he had little reason to complain.

Just as the half-dragon was settling into the moment, acclimating to pleasing this tall, beautiful beast, he felt a second set of paws grasp him. They were smaller and further down along his form. His hips were moved, shifted about as the warmth of another body pressed against him from behind. Instinctively, Brad's new tail curled around the foreign presence, trying to pull it closer. He was too dazed to think clearly and identify who it was right away. But as soon as the voice sounded, he knew exactly what was about to happen, and who was about to do it to him.

"Sir, may I?" Marceline asked, looking up at her mistress with pleading, lust-filled eyes.

She was still a little winded from giving birth to the young man, but her libido was not to be denied. She was already completely stiff, having only softened slightly in the time between Brad's escape and pressing that spire against his cheeks. Patricia looked down at the short, red dragoness, nodding to her in approval.

"You go right ahead sweetie. Just make sure you use the right hole. I think he needs to see what he's getting himself into." the black-scaled lady said.

Marceline nodded and changed her posture, looking to make use of the half-dragon's brand new womanhood. The words reached his ears, making his eyes fly open. He was about to lose his virginity, and he'd only had it a few moments. He thought again, realizing that, no, he likely had been in possession of those features for longer than simply just prior to being reborn, but they were still virgin, unused. As he pondered the notion of how long he had been like this, Marceline entered. Her spire spread his petals, worming deep into his new crevice. It would have stolen his breath away if it weren't for the fact that his throat was currently completely filled.

Lightning shot up the young man's spine. There was nothing he could do but lean into the storm, and lean in he did. Patricia was exceptionally endowed, so large that he began to think she could turn the tables on the situation and shove him down her length rather than it down his gullet. That thought held a certain fascination for him, but he couldn't hold it for long. The smaller dragoness was using him as her own personal sleeve and sending him plunging into a new world of sensation he never imagined he would get to experience.

Moisture kissed at the red dragon's loins, giving her hide a wet sheen. It seeped slowly down her thighs as she rocked away, pounding into the unexplored canal. To her, it was just another warm embrace, one of many she had enjoyed in her time since gaining the impressive length Patricia had blessed her with. And while Patricia was far larger, Marceline was certainly not lacking. She was most decidedly beyond what Brad possessed, by at least twice the length, and likely more than that in girth. She kept him spread quite well. And that sensation was something he longed to not ever go without. His moans made that apparent.

The two ladies carried on with their thrusts, 'spit-roasting' the lad like they had before, only with him turned the other way around. The sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filled the room as they compressed Brad between them. Marceline slowly leaned forward, wrapping her arms around the expansive tummy she had felt slip out of her only a short while ago. She was jealous. He was still plump and heavy. She wasn't. She was already missing his presence inside her. She would have to talk to Patricia about how to fix that. Maybe she would end up with a clutch of her own. Or maybe the sorceress would find someone for her to keep inside her full time.

The idea of such a glorious experience sent a shudder up the candy-red dragon's spine. She hissed and nuzzled into the gap between Brad's shoulder blades as her length spasmed. It had taken so short a time she was almost disappointed in herself for such a performance. The gush burst forth, pouring into Brad's belly, filling his already occupied womb and causing him to expand further. Patricia wasn't wasting any time either, pressing down into his gullet and adding to the swell. She cried out as her shaft bucked powerfully in the young man's grasp, filling his stomach directly. An audible growl and gurgle came from the expanding dome. In but only a few moments, Brad was twice the size he had been upon leaving Marceline's warmth.

In that moment, the half-dragon was given the gift of his first feminine orgasm. His entire body went rigid and his voice, muffled, rose up from between his two lovers. His new folds pursed and squeezed, clenching tightly around the intrusive monster keeping him parted. A splash of nectar added to the wet spot he had made in Marceline's lap. The might of the quake running through him left Brad completely breathless. If this was what it truly was to experience pleasure as a woman, then he was suddenly far less sad about not going back home. As he basked in the afterglow of his first climax, he was jostled gently forward and back. The two ladies huffed as they continued to thrust, their efforts slowed, their pace now far more gradual. But it had not stopped. They weren't done with him apparently.

"Mmm, such a good plaything." Patricia cooed, then ran her claws through Brad's hair.

"He seems quite adept at the art, sir." Marceline said once she managed to calm her panting.

"Yes he does," the dark sorceress said, pondering for a moment as her lips tugged into an even wider smile, "It does make me wonder something. Hey, Brad honey, since you're likely not going to be returning to your world, how would you like to join Marceline as my second apprentice?"

The half-dragon tried to voice his answer, but with the broad spire still keeping him from being able to work his jaws, he found he could only make muffled grunts and groans. That didn't seem to bother Patricia at all. Marceline meanwhile was slightly more concerned.

"I don't think he is able to respond at the moment, sir." she said.

"It's alright, I speak deep-throat fluently," Patricia said jokingly then returned her attention to the young man still suckling on her grand rod, "She has her specialty, which is determined by what she has an affinity for. That's how it'll be with you too. And if I've not missed my guess, I'd say it looks like you have an affinity for exactly what you're doing right now. You very well might end up as a fertility mage. Interested?"

Brad tried to nod, but his current state wouldn't permit him to. Patricia was able to read his answer well enough in spite of it and gave him a fond pat on the top of his head.

"A fertility mage, sir? You can tell that from so little information?" Marceline asked.

"You bet! When you've been around as long as I have, you pick up on a few things. Now, why don't we give him a chance to breathe before we start him down the road of his apprenticeship?" the black dragoness asked.

The two ladies then carefully, slowly withdrew the young man off of the thick shaft he had been suckling on. A lewd, moist-sounding slurp came as Patricia retreated completely, quietly regretting not leaving him on her longer. Marceline quickly sat Brad up, hugging him from behind to fawn over his belly. He joined her as he looked down tiredly at his stomach. It was enormous, so big that he couldn't lean forward without shoving his rump up into the air. And he likely would have a hard time reaching the ground with his hands and feet. He was panting for breath, surprised he was able to go so long without being able to inhale properly.

"That... was... intense." he said, flexing his thighs to try and clamp down on Marceline's length.

He clearly didn't want her pulling out of him anytime soon. It was just too wonderful feeling someone piercing that new passage of his. If he wasn't going home, then he would need to learn all he could about the world he was in. Like whether or not they still had adult toy stores, and if he could procure something he could just leave inside him constantly. It was odd how quickly he found himself bottoming, and enjoying it.

"First time usually is. I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it. Now, you said you wanted to take me up on my offer to be your master, just like Marcie. Did I understand you correctly?" Patricia asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay with that. I'd love to learn about magic, even if I'm only gonna learn about sex." Brad said with a snicker.

"Oh you'll learn more than just the kinky stuff. There are basics you need to master. But you're right, the majority of your education is going to be about fertility, sex, and pregnancy. You clearly have a knack for it. To get started, I think you need a little more time learning about female anatomy," the dark lady said as she reclined almost completely onto her back, then reached down between her legs to hoist her gigantic sac out of the way, "So why don't you show me what you did with Marceline the day you went in?"

"Alright... um... if I can get a little help getting there. It's... a little difficult getting around at the moment." Brad answered.

"Allow me, Bradley." the red dragoness said just before rocking him forward carefully.

It wasn't meant as an act of dominance, but rather a genuine effort to assist. The half-dragon was pushed down onto his stomach, held up off the couch by the great bloat of his belly. She pushed further, tipping his head down until he was practically planted face first into Patricia's waiting folds. She was considerably larger than Marceline, so it stood to reason that her features would be similarly sized up. There was quite a lot there for him to attend to, so he got started, trying to find a methodical process he could make use of. His efforts did not go unnoticed.

Patricia closed her eyes and mewled happily. She let go of her sac, letting it flop down on top of the young man. It covered him from head to waist. With a little work, he probably could curl himself up into a ball and remain completely hidden underneath the warm, gurgling scrotum. At least, if his belly wasn't so big. The idea of being stuffed down the sorceress' member returned to his mind, and he shivered, his length beginning to spasm. He had missed his opportunity to climax earlier, at least as a male. And now, he was finally getting to partake in that joy. It left a sizable splatter of white across the bottom of his engorged middle, dribbling downwards as he continued to add to the mess. He had been given a sizable boost during his time with Marceline. He only wished he could see how well he could make someone bloat out the way the two ladies had made him bulge.

A noise Brad had become somewhat familiar with rang out from above. It was a very draconic vocalization, one he had heard Marceline make a few times while he was bouncing around in her belly. Only this was louder, deeper, and more powerful. Given the size of the lady he was tending to, that was to be expected. It filled the young man's ears. He had not noticed yet, but they had grown, developing into pointed features that he assumed would be more common on an elf or some similar creature. He would have to have a look at them in the mirror sometime, but after he finished his present task.

The sorceress arched her back and rocked her hips from side to side, relishing the young man's tender exploits. The heated flesh between her legs provided him with a considerable drink, coating his face in her peppermint-scented nectar. Clearly she had gone to great lengths to imbue herself with the odd flavoring. It didn't stop the half-dragon. If anything, it emboldened him to carry on.

As the lady of the keep continued to writhe in muted delight, Marceline was taken to participate once more. She was feeling a little left out, even though she was still buried deep in Brad's new crevice. The red girl began to thrust once more, slowly and gently at first. The motion forced Brad's face in against the quivering lips in front of him, sparking a new thought. This was almost exactly how he ended up inside Marceline. Was he to take another trip into a different dragon's interior?

Before he could voice his concern, his answer made itself abundantly clear. Marceline was losing herself in the moment once again. She pushed hard, shoving his entire head into her master's quaking petals. A muffled cry of surprise filled the sticky, slippery, well-drenched cavity. The vibration from the sound of his voice sent a mighty tingle up Patricia's spine. She sighed and cupped a paw against one of her breasts, letting out a happy little groan before relaxing once again.

"Mmm, that's my girl. Turn about is fair play. Go on, finish him off." the black dragoness said.

Marceline happily obliged. Her only semi-lucid state permitted her to accept the order, but ponder little else. She thrust away harder and faster, working to cram more of the half-dragon into the waiting canal. Inside, Brad twisted about, trying to stop his inward progress. He had a job to do, and he wanted to do it well. Unfortunately, he could not gain purchase on anything. The lady's moisture-slicked hide simply wouldn't let him gain a foothold. And so his shoulders popped in with no effort at all. A familiar warmth was working its way down his body, inviting him deeper.

Brad grunted and fought as best he could against the red lady's passionate thrusts. Were it that alone, he might have made some headway pulling himself back out. But he was gripped by a powerful contraction. The muscular walls around him refused to let him exit again. A rippling passed over him, an undulation that he imagined might be akin to being swallowed. Again, his mind wandered to being consumed in a different way, though this time he envisioned sliding down the big, dark woman's throat. Just as with his imagination showing him disappearing down her shaft, he shuddered and moaned.

He had lost the battle in that moment. His struggles ceased and the heated depths claimed him. His chest was devoured by the sorceress' hungry flower. Her lips stretched around his engorged belly, stuffed to the brim with eggs and seed. By the time he felt Patricia cross over the peak of the little mountain he was attached to, Marceline's cry of climax passed through the layers of scale and flesh concealing him. A new rush of oozing heat flowed into his tummy, making him stretch just that much more. As Brad was filled once again, his eyes rolled back in his head and he trembled all over. A second feminine climax stole his breath away, threatening to drown him in the peppermint scented and flavored nectar drenching him.

A 'gulp' tugged the spent lad's hips in, drawing Marceline from his now well-used cleft. She remained close, pressing against her master as the young man's legs were pulled out of sight. Patricia's stomach swelled, bulging visibly and heavily. She wasn't anywhere near as burdened as her crimson apprentice had been, but then she was considerably taller. She still wore the bulge quite nicely. Marceline pressed in against the gravid tummy, rubbing and kissing it fondly, much to Patricia's pleased rumblings.

Inside, Brad was curled back up into a ball, forced around the yoga-ball sized stomach he had been given. He felt the dragon's womb compress in against him, pulsing and squeezing to hold him in place. It was similarly comforting to what it had been like inside Marceline, but the heartbeat he heard was stronger, filling his ears along with the rush of Patricia's breath. He thought it so odd that only a few months ago he had been an ordinary human living an ordinary life back in his home realm. Now, he was not only part dragon, but he wasn't entirely male. And before he had even been given a chance to process that, he had been impregnated. He was carrying new life inside him. It brought him to fawn over his belly and stroke it, feeling a need to protect what it contained. Was he going to end up with even more eggs from what Marceline had done to him? Would she do it again? God he hoped she would do it again. He hoped they both would.

"I think your friend is adjusting nicely. Though, I think it would be terribly rude to leave him completely alone in there, don't you?" Patricia asked, gazing down at the candy-red girl massaging her stomach.

"Sir, would that mean you want me to join him?" Marceline asked.

"I think it would do wonders for your training. You might even pick up a few hints of his fertility affinity. I know you're jealous that he ended up with that." the gravid sorceress said.

The red dragoness nodded and dropped down onto her paws and knees, crawling her way under the bulbous scrotum Brad had fantasized about being trapped inside. Marceline didn't have to wonder what it was like. She had been put in there the first night she spent with Patricia. That had been an eventful beginning to her training. Maybe she would get to dive back in sometime soon. For now, keeping Brad company sounded quite lovely.

Patricia closed her eyes and hissed as her folds were spread open once again, this time to accept a shorter, stockier, bustier intruder. The smooth scales of her apprentice's hide--quickly made damp and sticky from a soft gush in climax from the dark woman--offered no resistance whatsoever. She pushed with her legs, sinking herself in just as deeply as she could muster until with a happy cry, and a fountain of white that splattered across the sorceress' chest and stomach, Marceline was consumed completely. It took only moments for her to pass through the rippling, undulating passage, to be shoved into the already occupied womb and wrap herself around the half-dragon already only half-conscious.

"Hello Bradley. Sir thought you could use some company." she said.

"Yeah... that sounds nice." he replied, his voice sounding tired in the dark of the big lady's core.

Outside, Patricia ran her fingers over her swollen stomach. Now, she looked closer to what Marceline had been with Brad riding around in her. And she was adoring it. Within only a few moments, she started to feel motion, a steady rocking and pushing out against her palms. A soft moan could be heard rise up from under her scales and Patricia giggled. Marceline was back to humping the boy.

"That's my girl. Captive audience. Be sure you let him take you for a ride some of the time." the dark dragoness said.

Without bothering to do anything about cleaning herself up, the big, heavy-bellied lady climbed to her paws. She shuddered as the weight pushed down on her hips, making her sigh happily. Oh this was going to be such a delicious little diversion. And she wasn't going to be satisfied with just five short months. No, Patricia was going to go the full nine, maybe longer if she could convince her 'kids'. Given how much they were already enjoying themselves, that didn't seem like it would be a difficult argument to make. The sorceress waddled her way over to a nearby table, seeking a book with a specific spell she was after, one that would lock up the two amorous 'children' inside her, keep them from escaping until she was good and ready to let them go.

As she stood and studied, her back arched and she jerked. The lady's eyes widened as she pressed a paw to her wobbling middle. Her length spasmed, dumping quite a sizable puddle of sticky white all over the floor. A generous splash of honey poured down her thighs, giving them a brief coating of warmth, then a soft chill as the air cooled her.

"Oh damn... that was fast! You keep that up and I'll never let you out! Just make me cum all the time and I'll let you stay rent free!" Patricia cackled.

Unfortunately for her, there were limits to how long the two she carried could hold out. They lasted quite a while, but eventually tired and fell asleep. It wasn't the last time they set the black dragon's belly to dancing. Throughout the whole time they spent as her passengers, they kept the sorceress well stimulated. She hired a maid to help clean up the messes she made when her 'babies' managed to make her scream. Slowly, her stomach expanded, little by little as the months carried on. Eventually, Patricia's waistline plateaued and part of her was disappointed that she didn't just keep growing. Every twitch, every kick, every subtle motion under her skin set her to tingling, and she adored it.

When finally it was decided the big dragoness had gotten well more than enough fun out of the experience, she birthed her two apprentices. Marceline came out virtually unchanged. She was perhaps slightly taller and heavier of chest and groin, but not enough to be significant. Brad meanwhile had seen his transition from human to dragon resume to completion. And he wasn't even a he anymore. There was a lot of adjustment to be made.

"So, I've got your identification card on the way. You're registered as my daughter for the time being. We can change that if necessary, though I don't see much need to. Your also registered with the Hall of Records as being a class one authorized magic user under my supervision. We'll get you set up with a job so you can earn money and make a living of your own. For now, we need to teach you about how to use your magic. You've got a belly full of eggs, none of which have hatched yet. You'll need to learn how to turn off the pause button, unless you just wanna stay pregnant forever. Does that cover everything you needed to know so far?" Patricia asked.

The dragoness that had once been Brad thought for a moment. She had taken the name Eilnys after reading a few of the sorceress' books. It sounded pretty so she asked if it was suitable. Neither of the other two dragons took issue with it. She was taller than she had been before, not as tall as Patricia, but still tall enough to intimidate anyone back home. The green that had shown on her tail now covered her entirely, punctuated by curious, intricate, silver markings. The two little horns that had protruded from her head when she was still part human had grown, and they appeared to be made of crystal rather than opaque bone. She had also been given the same generous proportions as her 'mother' and 'sister', which she could not at all find upsetting. Though she did spend a great deal of time playing with things.

The new dragoness brushed her golden blond hair out of her eyes as she looked over the paperwork that had been filled out to give her a new life in this mysterious, wonderful new world she was to call home, then looked up at the dark lady she had been adopted by.

"No, I think that's all I can think of at the moment," Eilnys said, still marveling at the melodious quality of her new voice, "Except... um... is this whole 'being in heat' thing going to go away? I can't think straight. I keep wanting someone to come hump me raw, or let me hump them raw."

Patricia chuckled and wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulders, letting her paw slip far enough around to give one of the green lady's exceptionally generous breasts a fond little squeeze. It made Eilnys gasp and lean into the contact.

"My dear, that's not a bug, it's a feature. I'm always in heat, and so is Marcie. Since you're my little girl now, you are too. You're just going to have to learn how to deal with it. If you like, I can have the maid climb up into your belly with your eggs and squirm around like you did for your sister so you can learn how to focus in spite of it." the sorceress said.

"No, that... won't be necessary," the green dragoness said through her moans, "At least... not right now. Can I practice laying my eggs? I feel like I just made more to fill in for the ones I pushed out earlier."

"You're a little egg factory honey. You're going to stay like this, near as I can tell. So, sure, we can go practice laying. And maybe, you can try filling me up with them. You make carrying a clutch so damned enticing." Patricia said.

"I wouldn't mind sharing some of the burden, sir." Marceline said, pressing in against the jade lady from the other side.

"Oh for heaven's sake. Stop calling me sir!" Patricia complained, "It's mom now. And we can squeeze in a quick session, but then we need to get cleaned up. Sasha, Jade and Natalie are expecting us. I can't wait to show the two of you off to them."