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"Two half-caf non-fat mocha lattes, make one extra foam." Cameron called out.

"Pulling the shots now." was the answer he received.

The coffee shop was seeing its usual late morning rush. The elf that owned and ran it moved about with purpose behind the counter. It always impressed the customers how someone so slim of build could get around so effortlessly given the size of his stomach. Cameron was very round of middle. His apron was special ordered to contend with his gravid tummy. He looked well past term if it were an ordinary pregnancy. Anytime someone asked how far along he was, he would always reply with 'not far enough' and a grin. When asked when he was due, he would always reply with 'sooner than I'd like' and flash another big grin.

For the moment, he was a little too consumed with getting his usual caffeine addicts their next fix. His fellow baristas were doing their best to keep up, but none of them seemed to have his ability to multi-task. If they could see behind his glasses, they might see why. Each order Cameron had taken was listed in his heads-up display. It was odd for an elf to be so strongly interested in technology, but there he was, one of the biggest technophiles in the city. If only the rest of them knew just how deep his passion ran.

"Where's that Froyo-ccino?" He called out.

"Just finishing it up now," replied one of the similarly slender-built young men he employed, "I've got a Mocha Mint Froyo-ccino for Garret!"

A chubby beaver waddled his way up to the 'pick up' section of the counter quite happily. He took his drink, drew a huge sip through the straw, and sighed in satisfaction before waddling off. The next few drinks were handled just as quickly and easily as those that came before. They had gotten into 'the zone' and seemingly nothing could stop them. Cameron ran a well oiled machine after all. The 'Coffee Cuties Cafe' had been quite a big hit, both with the ladies who liked to watch effeminate boys in close fitting uniforms as well as the men who enjoyed the same. The elf made sure their uniforms left little to the imagination while still complying with the health code.

Things finally began to calm down. The crowd was now either seated and enjoying their drinks and pastries or headed off to wherever they might be going, purchase in hand. It gave Cameron a chance to relax. He leaned back against the counter, one hand on his belly as he sighed, the other reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone. He didn't intend to mess about on social media. Instead he was checking on the progress of something.

"Hey there, chubby." came a voice from over the elf's shoulder.

Cameron turned around to find a tall, toned figure looking back at him from across the counter. He was covered in deep, dark purple scales, looking almost black. His eyes were a powerful crimson and his mane was styled to sweep back over the top of his head. It was helpful in keeping it out of one's eyes. Cameron didn't have that problem. His short, green locks couldn't reach low enough to bother him, even when he didn't have them trapped under his hat. The gravid fellow looked his dragon customer up and down, grinning back at him.

"Hey yourself. What can I get you?" Cameron asked.

"You know what I usually like to get. But not before I ask about your tummy." Zeke said.

The elf just smirked and turned so that he stood in profile for the handsome drake. He ran one palm over his very distended abdomen while the other pressed on the small of his back. He knew what the fans liked when they were interested in his bump.

"Just like last time, it'll be due when it's due. Of course, I could give you a more detailed report if you visited me outside of work." Cameron said.

"Maybe I'll do that. I could use more elf belly in my life," Zeke replied, leaning down on the counter to come to eye level with the target of his flirting, "Large latte, extra cream, if you've got time."

"Oh I've always got time for you, big boy," the elf said with a smirk, turning to call out the order, "Large latte, extra cream!"

"Pulling the shots!" came one of his boys, "You handling the extra?"

"You bet your ass I am. Cover the register. I'll be back in about ten minutes." Cameron said.

He moved from where he had been standing to leave the worker area behind the counter. The gravid elf made his way to the dragon's side where he hooked an arm in the taller, purple fellow's. He gazed up at Zeke with a huge grin, making no effort to conceal what he was about to do. Most everyone who came to his cafe knew about the other 'little thing' that made them stand out from other shops in the area.

"Ten minutes huh? Seems awfully quick. Maybe I'm not interested in going that slow." Zeke said.

"Maybe I'm really anxious and don't want to wait too long to get what I'm looking for." Cameron said back.

"You think you can finish me that fast huh?" the dragon asked.

"I'll bet I could finish you in less than five," the elf answered, "I'm that horny."

The dragon purred low in his throat as he snickered, amused at the audacity of the shop owner. They continued to stroll on through the small cafe until they reached the bathroom. The door was shut behind them with the lock turned to ensure no one would walk in on them and interrupt. Or try to join in.

"Less than five? Alright, I'll make you a deal. If you can't finish me in under five, my coffee is free." Zeke said.

"And if I can, then you know what I'm interested in." Cameron replied.

"What if I said I didn't want to do that?" the dragon asked.

"Oh please!" the elf laughed, slapping his friend's chest lightly, "That's a lie and you know it! You love what I do to you!"

"Yeah, but you can't blame me for wanting to play a little coy from time to time, can you?" Zeke asked.

"No, I can't. Now I do believe we're on the clock. Better get to work big guy. That extra cream's not gonna whip itself." Cameron said with a smirk.

The elf adjusted his glasses, surreptitiously starting a timer in his display. He didn't bother taking off his apron or his hat. He just slipped his pants down. Underneath the curve of his tummy was the aching spire that had been bothering him all shift. It wasn't going to see any real action during this little encounter, but he could always smuggle one of his boys into the back to get a quick lick and suck. In fact, Eric had been giving him a few interested glances all morning. He might have to pounce once the morning rush was completely over. One of the perks of being the owner; he could set policy that included casual fraternization with his employees.

For now, he was more interested in fraternizing with one of his most loyal customers. Zeke had been coming almost every single day for two months now. He was always saying he wanted to check up on Cameron, make sure he was doing okay, what with the heavy burden the elf was clearly enjoying. His concern and enthusiasm had not gone unnoticed. A pair of slender, pale arms wrapped around the dark dragon's neck, pulling the two close. Lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, all while Zeke worked to unfasten his own pants.

As soon as the dragon was uncovered, his length spilled out. And it was quite the little monster. It was one of the reasons why Cameron was so eager to tend to Zeke himself. That beast had to be almost as long as his forearm, and not that much smaller in girth. It always promised to leave a 'good impression'. And today would be no different. When the kiss ended, the elf turned himself around and leaned forward against the sink. He spread his legs and looked back over his shoulder.

Neither said anything. Playful banter wasn't needed at this point. The dark purple dragon simply gripped his already stiff and drooling length as he stepped in closer. The elf gasped softly as soon as he felt the heated mast drag across the exposed flesh of his rump. The sticky oozings began to coat his skin, seeping down between his cheeks. It would help make the going a little smoother, but just in case, Cameron knew where the bottle of lube was kept, and he knew how to get at it right away. He always made sure the bathroom had a ready supply of the stuff.

A new gasp came as Zeke wasted no time in getting started. He pushed forward, spreading the elf's cheeks without much more than a gentle nudge first. The intense warmth of the barista's bowels quickly consumed the engorged shaft, making Cameron shiver and groan. His back arched, pushing his stomach towards the ground as it hung under him. The elf lifted one of his legs, pulling his foot free of his pants and thong. As soon as he did, a strong paw wrapped itself around his ankle, bringing it to curl around the dragon's waist as far as might be comfortable.

"You got me looking forward to another night of fun with you. I'm gonna hafta push hard to make it in under five minutes." Zeke said.

"You better. Otherwise I might make you wait even longer." Cameron shot back, a drunken grin tugging at his lips.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" the dragon asked, not expecting an answer.

The paw that had gripped the elf's ankle moved to the great, gravid bulge swaying slowly under its owner. The drake pushed forward, sinking completely into the otherwise skinny fellow. It stole Cameron's breath away and he flexed, gripping the intruder as best he could muster. With something so large inside him, he would have shown a visible bulge in his tummy if it wasn't so heavy and round.

The two began to thrust away against each other without any reason to go slow. Growls and groans came from behind the closed door. A few of the patrons began to lean outward from their tables to peer at the entrance to the men's room, knowing exactly what was going on in there. A few were wondering if they were going to get a chance to have a peek. Today was not their lucky day. Cameron didn't intend on embarrassing his dark violet friend. Not yet at least.

Friction intensified the already impressive heat in the elf's grasp. He huffed and rocked about, trying to remain anchored against the sink. Soon, he wasn't able to do that. The dragon permitted his legs to slip back towards the ground as he ran his paw up to the shorter fellow's chest. He began tipping Cameron upward, bringing him upright. The act saw him hoisted up off his feet and the drake's paws holding him up under his thighs.

"Z-Z-Zeke... oh god... yes... just like that!" the elf panted out.

He wasn't able to do much more than writhe at this point. The dragon had taken complete control. He had stolen away Cameron's ability to push back against him, and he was just fine with that. The purple beast continued to pump, adding force with every passing moment. A snarl passed the dragon's lips as he bucked away harder and faster, even going so far as to clamp his jaws down on the elf's shoulder. The fabric of his shirt protected him somewhat against the sharp teeth wanting to sink in and leave their mark. It would show that the elf had been claimed, were they to follow the old traditions.

Really, it was just a dragon's version of a hickey. And it wasn't the first time Cameron had gotten one. And he'd gotten them without having a shirt stopping those teeth. The elf arched his back again and cried out. His grip on the drake's mast tightened like a vice, ensuring Zeke wouldn't be able to pull out in time to stop from filling him. The elf's own shaft, not quite as large as the dragon's but certainly nothing to dismiss, bucked powerfully up against his stomach. He had begun making a mess he would need to clean up later. That was fine.

A powerful growl and moan came from the purple beast as he shoved hard into the elf, sinking as deep into the familiar environs as he could. A great swelling of heat rushed up through Cameron, from the lowest depths of his well-swollen stomach and racing up towards the top. He could feel himself beginning to stretch larger and larger. The straps tied just at the small of his back began to strain. The pressure forced his tummy to deform slightly, confined by the garment. The pumping didn't stop for several seconds, giving the elf reason to continue to moan happily. This was why he always handled Zeke's request for 'extra cream' personally. It wasn't the dragon receiving it, it was that he had so much extra to give.

The heat of the moment slowly faded from a roaring bonfire to a pile of embers still hot enough to start back up if properly stoked. There would be no stoking this time, no matter how much they both might want to go for another round. They slowly separated, leaving the now heavier, rounder, and 'chubbier' elf satisfied enough for the time being. He turned back around and pulled the dragon into another kiss, intent on staying there for a little while. He had taken note of the time when they had both hit their peaks, and the result landed in the elf's favor.

"Mmm, there we go... told you. Less than five minutes. I got you to pop in four minutes forty-seven. Not my best time, but I'll take it." Cameron said.

"So I guess that means I owe you." the dark purple fellow said.

"Yeah you do, and I intend to make sure you pay that debt in full. Now go on. Put 'the behemoth' back away. I've got a mess to clean up and you've got a latte waiting on you." the elf said.

"Alright. See you later." Zeke said, leaning in to give the shop owner another kiss.

They both dressed themselves once more. The shorter, green-haired fellow wiggled his hips a bit as he flexed a few well-trained muscles so he wouldn't leak anything back out. It was a generous gift the dragon had given him. He didn't intend on it going to waste if he could help it. The elf took a moment to clean the bathroom after Zeke took his leave, then returned to his duties behind the counter. He sighed and reclined a bit, still high on the memory of the dragon's shaft buried in him. He chuckled quietly as he let the thought of it make him shiver.

As he luxuriated in the memory, he pulled out his phone and began tapping away on it. A simple message was sent to a lady friend of his. To anyone else, it would have seemed cryptic, but the both of them knew exactly what it meant.

"Did you catch all of that? Didn't know if you were awake yet." Cameron typed.

In a moment, he had a response, and it made him grin.

"You bet I did. It's just a shame it was so quick." Tabitha replied.

"Well, don't you worry. I plan on getting a little extra here in a bit. You better be paying attention. Only so much of this you'll get access to before it ends." he replied, then put his phone away.

He had checked his progress again while he waited for her answer, and what he read satisfied him. He was in good shape and so was his belly. The elf took a brief moment to look out from behind the counter at the rest of the cafe. Everyone was doing fine. The rush was over. He could slip away one more time before they needed to get ready for the coming lunch rush.

"Hey, Eric," Cameron called out to a black haired fellow, just as slim of form as he was but without the pregnant belly, "Got a minute?"

The young human turned from where he had been working on cleaning dishes and nodded. He set everything down and followed his boss into the back. Eric knew what this was about, and he was certainly relieved to be finally getting to it. The phrase 'it's about time' passed through his head, but he'd never say that to Cameron. His mouth would be too busy to say anything in a moment anyway. He loved feeling his forehead bump against that heavy belly.

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It had been a pretty good day, business wise. It had been a pretty good day in other ways too. Cameron was still riding pretty high for a while after Zeke's 'order', and getting a little help from Eric. The shop had been closed for the evening and the elf retired to his apartment upstairs. It was rather convenient, living above his own shop. He stripped out of his uniform and gazed at himself in the mirror, leaving his glasses on for the moment. He always enjoyed having a good look at himself with that great tummy of his.

He turned one way, then the other, admiring the dome before turning on the shower. It wouldn't take long for the water to each the desired temperature. While he waited, Cameron tapped at his phone, bringing up a series of 'windows' in his heads-up display. They all told him the relevant information he was after. Once he was satisfied with the readouts, he ran his thumb in a slow, circular motion across the surface of the phone's screen. He gasped softly as he did so, resting his free hand on his stomach.

He had good reason to react as though his breath were being stolen away. As he rotated his thumb, his stomach began to swell, stretching outward larger and larger. He wasn't attempting to grow his belly directly. The app didn't do that. What he was doing was turning down the compressive effect on his passenger. Tabitha had been a good patient all day, keeping mostly still, except for when he wanted to feel her squirm. And in exchange, Cameron had supplied the hidden mountain lion with an immune system to protect her from all those awful pathogens that would cause her terrible harm while hers was being rebuilt.

The elf did indeed have a terribly strong fondness for technology. As soon as he heard about the implant being used to champion a broader market for surrogacy, he had to have a closer look. And when he finally got his hands on one for himself, he immediately started tweaking it. When his modifications were complete, he had turned his body into a living, breathing intensive care unit, able to heal an enormous variety of ailments that would otherwise be considered too difficult and expensive for most to afford. It just required the patient be comfortable with being his 'child' for the duration of their treatment. Tabitha had been with him for well over a month. She was looking pretty good, but not finished with her treatment yet. She was close though.

Cameron kept spinning his thumb over the circle on his phone until his belly stopped growing. He had reduced the compression to zero, letting Tabitha stretch back out to her full size. She was perhaps slightly taller than him, and not quite as skinny. It left him with quite the stomach to fawn over. And he fully intended to do so. She had been made fully aware of the elf's proclivities towards the condition, being a surrogate, and she had no qualms. In fact, one of the benefits was that she was able to tap into his senses, allowing her to see, smell, taste, hear, and feel what he did. And she had been enjoying that quite a bit, just as she had informed him after his little encounter with Zeke at the shop.

The elf stepped into the shower and sighed happily as the water poured down his nude form. He was very much enjoying the experience now that he could 'let his hair down' so to speak. The soft motion under his skin only added to it. After a long day making coffee for the masses craving their hot, dark drink of stimulant, he was all too happy to wash off the sweat and grime of how hard he had worked. It was a job he deeply enjoyed, but he also appreciated the comfort a good shower brought him.

The water poured down his frame for half an hour as he lathered up and rinsed off, paying particularly close attention to his belly. He was sure Tabitha was tapped in and feeling it right along with him. Otherwise, she wouldn't be wriggling about to try and get him riled up. She knew what was coming after the shower, and she wanted to make sure he was 'ready'. Such a considerate guest, Cameron thought to himself. And while he could have spent at least an hour just lathering up his enormous, pale-skilled tummy, lavishing it with love and adoration, he had something waiting for him that he couldn't ignore.

The shower was turned off and the elf stepped out onto the bathmat covering the cold tile floor. He dried himself off, tempted to spend far too long focusing on his middle, especially as Tabitha began pressing downward against a particularly tender spot. She had found all the best places to tease and tempt him. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought she was treating him like he was her boyfriend. Given the intimate nature of their situation, they might as well have been. But then there was someone who would have gotten terribly jealous. It was why he remained as close to the elf as his work would allow him to. And he was out in the elf's bedroom right at that moment.

Before he left the bathroom, Cameron opened a cabinet where he kept a certain outfit he was eager to put to use. There wasn't much to it. At least, not much that was meant to cover the more scandalous regions. The youthful fellow took his time in sliding the black latex up his form, bringing both leggings to as high as they would reach, roughly mid-thigh. They ended in a pair of high heels that, keeping his weighty middle in mind, were more conservative than he would have liked. A pair of fingerless, opera-length latex gloves were put on next, matching the ebony material now covering his legs. He adjusted the arm-length coverings until they were comfortable, then began slipping on the final part of the outfit.

A corset was wrapped around his enormous abdomen. It had been custom ordered to fit him while he was occupied. He had also thought to make sure it was elastic enough to handle a variety of sizes. It would fit snuggly even when he had compressed his middle. But it was able to stretch far enough to handle Tabitha at her full size and well beyond. Cameron liked the look, pulling the laces as tight as he felt was comfortable but snug. His chest, groin, and butt were all still exposed, but then that was the point. He grinned at himself in the mirror, turning from side to side anew, showing off to himself. No doubt Tabitha was peeking through his eyes, enraptured by what she saw. As he ran a palm over his latex-covered stomach, a firm push came from within, forcing a visible lump up out of the smooth dome. The elf moaned happily and gave the lump a pat.

"Mmm, naughty girl. You're ready to get down to business yourself, aren't you?" he asked, gazing down at his tummy, "It's just a shame I can't keep you for another couple of weeks. That's when the rest of the effects of being pregnant really kick in. You'll be done cooking in there before then."

Cameron collected his phone, slipping it into the thigh of his right legging. It made a visible rectangular bulge as it pressed flat against the substantial muscle holding him up. From there, the elf departed the bathroom and returned to the bedchamber just beyond. As he emerged, he grinned seeing what was waiting for him. It had been so difficult restrain himself until after his shower. But now, he could do whatever he pleased and he wouldn't have to worry about anything else until morning.

Crouched in front of the elf's bed was the same dark purple dragon he had 'served' earlier that day. Zeke was bound up firmly, his arms strapped behind his back, forearms lashed together in a broad strap of the same latex Cameron was dressed in. His eyes were covered in a blindfold and a gag kept his muzzle occupied. His legs were held in place by a pair of straps, anchoring the drake to the floor. It was a rather minimalistic setup for one who was fond of bondage, but it was effective. The elf paused to take in the sight of his scaled companion, letting it send a wave of goose bumps across his skin.

Oh how he loved tying up the big, strong boys. There came a squirm from under his skin and he gave his belly a pat. He chuckled and continued just enjoying the sight of Zeke in his immobilized position.

"I know, babe. Your boyfriend looks good down on his knees like that. Better be paying attention. Won't be able to enjoy this too much longer." Cameron said.

The dragon tilted his head, then turned in the direction of the elf's voice, making a soft noise suggesting he might ask something. But there was no point. He knew it was Cameron, and he knew that he had been talking to Tabitha. The sound of the dark heels clacking away on the smooth floor sounded through the room as the elf approached, idly running one of his hands over his massive belly. He walked slowly around the dragon, peering over his nude form, appreciating the muscle and curve, the line of him.

It only took a few minutes before he finally couldn't handle resisting any longer. He had to get started otherwise he might simply burst.

"What shall I do to you tonight? You've been so receptive to everything so far. You've let me do so many things. I don't know if I have anything new to share with you. Maybe I'll just enjoy one of my favorites again. I do so love making big, strong boys like you 'drink straight from the tap'." Cameron said.

The dark purple dragon let out a quiet groan as he arched his back. A shiver had run up his spine. Clearly the notion sat well with him. He even offered a quiet nod, looking as though he hoped the elf would make good on his word. And honestly, there was no reason not to. Cameron stepped around in front of the big dragon, leaning in close enough to let his already engorged shaft bump against Zeke's muzzle. The feel of the hot flesh against smooth scale was too enticing to ignore. The drake even tried to nuzzle up against it, but the result was him showing more affection for the gravid swell housing his girlfriend. That was fine by him. He felt the weight of it pushing down against his skull and he groaned happily.

Cameron couldn't even see the beast below thanks to that enormous gut. But he could feel him, and his enthusiasm. A hand reached down past the elf's stomach to remove the gag preventing him from getting exactly what he wanted. As soon as Zeke's muzzle was free of any obstacle, he began trying to provide his attention in earnest. His tongue slipped free and dragged across the elf's perfectly smooth skin. Cameron had taken extraordinary care to moisturize. He found that keeping everything soft and free of distracting hair provided a better experience for his 'clients'.

"How's... she doing?" Zeke asked in between his attempts to stimulate his companion without actually pressing forward to the desired objective.

"Very well. She's enjoying what you're doing down there. And her progress is excellent. I suspect she'll be safe to let out tomorrow morning." Cameron answered as he closed his eyes, keeping his legs spread as he allowed the dragon full access.

That glorious organ of the bound fellow's was slathering about, making a terrible, wonderful mess of things. And he wasn't leaving the other side out. While Zeke was strongly focused on the elf's mast and sac, he certainly saw fit to push further back and at least tease at the supple folds that had devoured his girlfriend. It wasn't often he was permitted to pleasure that region, but when he could, he showed an intense zeal. He also showed a considerable degree of experience, no doubt from practicing on Tabitha.

"Tomorrow? That soon?" the dragon asked.

"That's right, tomorrow," the elf replied, "And then you two can get back to normal life. Though, I hope you'll still come and see me from time to time. I've learned a great deal about what works on you. But I know almost nothing about my sweet pussy cat."

Cameron ran his palms over his still wobbling stomach. Tabitha was certainly reveling in what tactile delights she was receiving from her caretaker. Of course, it was about to get so much better in very short order, and the elf wasn't interested in conversation. He slipped both hands down to cup against Zeke's snout. Without much in the way of warning, he forced the dragon's mouth open and slipped his twitching, dribbling spire into the pleasing heat of his maw.

Zeke didn't complain. He knew this was where this was going. A quiet moan rose up in his throat, muffled by the elf's rod leaving a sticky trail on his tongue. A sigh drifted out of Cameron as he settled in, running his fingers through the dragon's mane. It was always so glorious when he could bring one of the big ones down and make them do this. He began thrusting, working his hips slowly while keeping his hands pressed against the back of the drake's skull. It was just what he had been needing. Eric had done a fine job earlier, but he just didn't have Zeke's marvelous tongue. Or those handy horns he could grab a hold of.

For a fleeting moment, it got the elf thinking about perhaps encouraging cosplay among his staff. It might be cute to see them dressing up as their favorite, sexy characters or creatures. He knew for a fact that Gary had a fondness for werewolves.

Those thoughts were quickly pushed out of his head as soon as he felt the dragon snake that delicious organ out to curl around his sac. It brought a gasp and a shiver from the elf. Every motion of his hips dragged it out of reach, but Zeke wasn't to be deterred. Each time it came back within reach, he tried to drag the plump scrotum back towards his muzzle. A few times, he managed to tug it into his lips and suckle on the two orbs right along with the pulsing member they were powering.

Cameron had seen some growth in that department since Tabitha had been taken on. It would take longer for her presence to have the desired effect. And unfortunately, if she was to go in the morning, he wouldn't get to enjoy any further 'enhancement'. Maybe if he lined up his next client up quick enough he could keep the hormone levels high enough. Then again, he might could just tinker with the implant to keep his hormones where they needed to be regardless.

It was another fleeting thought, shoved away as soon as Zeke returned his tongue to the waiting, moistening petals beyond the elf's sac. Oh how badly he wanted to keep these two. It wouldn't take much. The notion made him grin and he hissed out a noisy breath before he began teasing the drake, and his hidden lover.

"You know... you're so good at that... I'm tempted to not let it end," Cameron huffed, "I could just seal Tabitha away... never let her out again... and then I could be your new girlfriend."

That brought a loud moan from the dragon, the vibration from which set the elf's loins aflame. He loved getting under the beast's skin like that. And the feline curled up under his own redoubled her efforts to torment the gravid fellow. He tipped his head back and filled the bedroom with a brief, but happy moan. He was being double-teamed, and he could not help but adore it. From what he could tell about the couple, they didn't seem to be averse to the idea.

Cameron let the fantasy play out in his head. He pictured himself dressing in Tabitha's clothes, going out on dates with Zeke, even shoving his head under the odd skirt or into the open fly of a pair of skinny jeans, making him do exactly what he was doing now. He could have the big, dark purple beast all to himself. And he would get to enjoy a good swelling like he got at the coffee shop every night. To say nothing of the kind of swelling he'd be able to give Zeke once his 'condition' was in full swing. Oh he looked forward to hearing the dragon roar when he had the elf under his tail rather than in his muzzle.

That mental image--Zeke on his stomach, tail up in the air, hips mashed against Cameron's, huge belly pressing down on the dragon's back, giving him a tummy of his own to enjoy--it was more than enough. The heavy middled fellow let out a new moan, shivering as he tensed his legs. He gripped the drake's horns and shoved him down hard onto his shaft. The twitching intruder bucked hard, providing a generous splash of seed. The bound beast swallowed quickly, waiting for the next gush. It came quickly enough, prompting him to simply gulp repeatedly. It took several moments before the seemingly endless supply of elf spunk finally ran out. It always seemed to go on for longer than should be possible.

The dragon then resumed his gentle suckling, running his tongue across the sensitive flesh in his grasp. It was an effort to clean the pregnant fellow pushing his belly down on top of his head. Slowly, Cameron retreated from the enthusiastic dragon's maw and moved to sit on the bed just behind him. He huffed happily, holding his great middle with one hand. Tabitha wasn't giving up. She was keeping him right on the verge of the other half of his climax.

"Ooo, you two are just too good at that. I had hoped to keep going like that for another ten minutes." the elf said.

"Sorry. Did I go too fast?" Zeke asked, still unable to see.

"Faster than I was looking for? A bit. But I'm not gonna complain. It still felt great. I might just shove it back in your maw and let you suckle on it all night while I binge watch something. That'd get me nice and spent by bedtime." Cameron answered.

"All night?" the dragon asked, sounding half hopeful, half fearful.

He wasn't sure if he would be able to keep up that long. But he wasn't at all about to say no to trying. Fortunately for his jaw, which he could already feel getting sore, the elf had something else in mind.

"As much fun as that might be, I think I'm in the mood to get the other half taken care of." Cameron said as he climbed back to his feet.

The heels clacked on the ground once more as he moved around behind the dragon, unfastening the straps on his legs. With a little assistance, he brought Zeke to stand, easily a full head taller than his elven 'master'. Cameron guided his 'slave' around to the side of the bed and stood him there before he removed his arms from the latex binding holding them together. It wasn't to signify he was 'free to go'. As soon as the dragon's arms were loose, the elf brought them around in front, pressing in against Zeke's back, and bound them back up again.

It made the dark purple fellow chuckle, still not able to see what was going on beyond the blindfold. As soon as his arms were lashed together once more, Zeke was turned around and the elf shoved him gently to sit him on the bed.

"Lay back against the headboard." Cameron ordered gently.

The dragon did as he was told, grinning broadly as he shuffled himself up onto the bed, turned, and felt about with his head until he was reclined in the position he had been commanded to. The elf climbed up onto the bed after him, leaning forward on his hands. He then brought one knee up, then the other to contend with his weighty tummy. It dragged heavily on the mattress as he approached his 'prey', feeling not unlike the predatory feline he had imprisoned in his womb. Cameron slinked his way up until he was on top of the purple beast. He sat himself up, straddling the dragon.

Once he was comfortable there, he took hold of Zeke's paws and lifted them over the dark violet fellow's head. The elf made use of another set of straps dangling there, just over the headboard, and locked the dragon in place. He wouldn't be able to use his arms until the elf allowed him to. With his 'prize' now pinned in place, Cameron began shifting his hips on top of him, grinding down against the dragon's stiff, pulsing shaft. He could feel it brushing against his own, cooing happily. He had been wanting to do this all day.

"Comfy, big guy?" the elf asked.

"Very." Zeke replied.

"Good," Cameron mused, then shifted himself again, angling the drake's spire up against him, bringing it to press against the very folds he had been lapping away at earlier, "Now, you know what happens if you're not careful. You don't get to cum while you're in me like this. But I do."

The dragon sucked in a breath as he felt the head of his length suddenly engulfed in the glorious, powerful heat of the gravid boy's lips. He had only been permitted to do this twice before, and never was he allowed to finish while inside him. That was always reserved for the 'rear entrance'. And there was a very good reason.

Cameron pushed backwards atop the needy beast, sinking that impressively massive rod deeper and deeper into himself, stretching his relatively unused petals and the passage beyond. Oh he had missed being able to let someone fill him like this, and he was going to get what he could from the event. The squirms under his skin returned, having calmed down after the earlier climax. Tabitha was excited all over again.

Slowly, the elf began to rock back and forth, taking his time as he luxuriated in his good works. After all, he had a dragon dick stuffed in his quivering nethers, giving him reason to think he might be nicely sore in the morning. No point in going too fast, better to drag it out, make it take as much time as he could. And the poor dragon trembled and moaned, desperately holding back for as long as he could.

The elf shifted about, side to side, forward and back, lifting himself off the dragon only to sink back down. Moisture pooled between the two of them as Cameron was driven closer and closer to climax. He could feel Zeke's conflict. The purple fellow wanted so badly to let himself loose, but he knew what that would mean. And not just because the domineering elf told him not to. He snorted through his nostrils as he struggled to keep calm, but those deliciously hot, slick petals were driving him mad, just like the elf wanted.

Five minutes passed and Zeke had managed to hold on, even as he felt Tabitha squirming away in the gut pressing down on his own stomach. Oh how he wanted to run his paws over that great, gravid dome. He wanted to kiss it, lick it, squeeze it, lavish it with tender affection so that his girlfriend contained within it might know he was still thinking of her. It didn't hurt that Cameron would enjoy the bit of worship. Perhaps he would get to provide that after the elf had gotten what he wanted.

As the two carried on, they approached a quarter of an hour of nothing but steady grinding and slow, calculated thrusts. Zeke was losing the battle, fighting against attrition. Cameron knew he was getting near the end of his strength, but kept pushing, teasing and driving him onward. He had felt a few subtle quakes, the early waves of bliss tantalizing him as he worked to reach that divine state. The feline inside him was helping him get there, though he wasn't sure which team she was playing for. There was a way to find out, and just thinking about it made the elf grin.

"I know you're close, big boy. I'm close too. But you better not go off while you're in there. I told you not to." Cameron said smoothly, maintaining a facade of composure in spite of his internal cries of glee.

"I... I'm... trying... but... I... I don't... I don't... think I can... make it... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Zeke huffed again and again, finding it difficult to even form a coherent thought.

"I know babe, you're right there, about to make a terrible mess. But you know what'll happen. If you cum in there, then Tabitha will end up stuck. The implant will restart, and it'll think it's trying for a standard cycle. Nine long months without your lovely kitty. You'll have to settle for me instead." the elf explained.

A long, loud groan came from the dragon. He hadn't reached the end just yet, but the very notion of sealing his beloved away in the elf's belly for so long, letting Cameron take her place for the duration; it was so tantalizing and scandalous. He couldn't help but love the idea. And as soon as the explanation was given, the cougar's squirms suddenly hastened and intensified. It caught the elf off guard. He gasped and looked down at his gut, pressing his hands against the sides of the writhing swell.

She couldn't possibly intend what he thought she did, could she? A buzz claimed the elf's thigh. His phone had alerted him to the arrival of a message. He reached down, scooped it up out of the legging pinning it against his thigh, and peered at the text. It was succinct, and it stunned the gravid boy.

"Let him finish!" Tabitha had written.

"Well... how about that," Cameron said, grinning a little, putting the phone back in his legging, "Your girlfriend says she wants you to cum in me. She actually wants to spend another nine months in my belly. I think she's gotten hooked on enjoying what it feels like when you're fucking me... or when I'm fucking you. What do you say to that?"

A new groan came from the purple dragon. He arched his back and began thrusting up into the elf with renewed vigor. He wasn't interested in going slow anymore. If his girlfriend wanted a sticky bath and a long stay, then that was what he was going to give her. He was pretty sure that's what Cameron wanted too. He was willing to defy the elf's command not to finish inside him to ensure they would both be happy.

The pregnant boy gasped loudly as he was shoved up into the air by his lover's sudden exuberance. It delighted him to no end and he shoved back down on him with all his might. The plan might have changed, but he was still the one in charge, and that meant the beastie had to do as he directed. Thankfully, he didn't have to hold back any longer. Not when he had two very amorous partners working him over inside and out.

The elf bounced away heavily on top of the dragon's shaft, gasping and panting as he approached the end. When he was sure he could not last any longer, he felt a sudden blast of heat. Zeke roared as he was finally permitted to climax. That same copious surge from the coffee shop men's room returned, only this time in a more delicate location. Instead of filling the elf's bowels, it poured in around Tabitha, soaking her just as all three knew it would. She squirmed about harder as it came to pass. The great dome housing her swelled visibly, stretching to hold the added, sloshing mass. Cameron threw his head back and cried out, adding his own voice to the drake's vocalization.

A generous splash of nectar as well as a fairly noteworthy splatter of creamy white coated both elf and dragon, leaving belly, thigh, and groin sticky. It left Cameron quaking on top of his companion, letting the climax rip through him just as he had been wanting so very badly. Slowly, he found his breath again, and even though he was lightheaded and a little dizzy, he grinned and continued to sway on top of the beast. The motion was much slower, meant to stir up the dying fire in his loins to keep it going as long as possible.

"Mmm, you naughty boy. You made a mess in there." Cameron said once he was clear of mind enough once again.

"I... I couldn't... stop myself." Zeke said.

"No, you couldn't. And I wasn't going to let you stop. Tabitha wasn't going to let you stop either. She wants to stay sealed up in my tummy for another nine months. I guess that means you're going to move in." the elf said.

"Probably," the dragon said with a huff and a smile, "Since... we're done... can I take off the blindfold? I'd like to see... how big you are."

"Of course, honey." Cameron replied.

He reached up and began unfastening the strap holding the drake's arms overhead. Once they were loose, he unfastened them from each other, letting the dark purple fellow enjoy his freedom. When Zeke tried to reach up and remove the blindfold, the elf stopped him, guiding his paws to the great, writhing dome pinning him to the bed. As soon as he had the dragon properly trained, shivering happily from the motion under his skin, Cameron reached up and began to slowly peel away the blindfold, permitting those brilliant red eyes to finally fall upon him in all his swollen glory. It was wonderful getting to enjoy such attention, then see the reaction.

Zeke's expression was priceless. His jaw hung agape and his eyes widened as he took in the vast dome before him. He had not been permitted to see it fully expanded. He had only ever seen it as it had been with the compression effect in place. It made Cameron giggle as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the dragon's.

"I take it you like what you see?" the elf asked.

A warm, strong paw cupped against his cheek. The tips of the dragon's fingers played softly with the pointed ear within reach, careful to not let his claws poke or scratch. It made Cameron coo and tilt his head into the comforting contact. He didn't want to say it aloud, but he had been hoping the exact outcome he had just achieved would come to be. He now had a handsome, strapping, very well endowed dragon boyfriend all his own. And he just had to 'kidnap and ransom' his girlfriend to do it.

Their lips met again, this time holding there for several, long, wonderful moments. They refused to part, not in spite of the dragon's shaft still being lodged where it was, but because of it. The length twitched softly as they moved against one another, making them both wish they had the energy to go another round. But moving all that weight around while at full expansion was a little draining. And Zeke was terribly full from how much Cameron had given him to swallow.

As they let their tongues explore each other, they pressed in tighter, squeezing the elf's stomach. Eventually, it began to wriggle and push out against the two bodies it was trapped in between. It stole Cameron's breath away, forcing him to sit back up and take his weight off his passenger.

"Oof, okay... I get it. It's not fun when someone's laying on you." he said, running his hands over his tummy.

"I'm still amazed that she recovered so quickly," Zeke said, "The doctors told us she'd have to be in isolation for almost twice as long. And we just couldn't afford that."

"It's a good thing I came along, isn't it?" the elf asked, grinning broadly, "Your own self-contained isolation room, complete with all the diagnostic tools and life-support you'll need. Not to mention entertainment to keep your mind sharp."

"You're an angel." the dragon said, giving the pale-skinned belly a gentle squeeze before he leaned in to kiss it, fawning over his girlfriend's hidden form.

"Nope," Cameron said, "I'm an elf."

It made the two of them snicker for a brief moment. Fatigue began to set in on the both of them. They had enjoyed quite the evening together. Slowly, the elven fellow turned himself around, careful not to let the dragon slip out of his folds. It made the both of them shudder and moan. Initially, Zeke was against the idea, but then when Cameron began to lay down on his side, he pressed in close against the pregnant boy's slender frame. The plump, seed-filled, scale-covered stomach that was now trapped against the small of Cameron's back deformed and spread outward on either side to cover more of the elf's spine in the warmth the dragon provided.

A pair of arms quickly wrapped around the elf, squeezing him in tightly against the drake. A deep, satisfied sigh escaped the both of them as they settled in. Both pairs of hands began running across the great dome, still concealed under the custom corset. Cameron didn't bother undressing. Sleeping in his 'sexy outfit' (as he could only think to call it) was a rarely enjoyed pleasure. Waking up in it and immediately feeling that empowered was just as pleasing. Part of him wanted to figure out a way to go to work dressed as he was. He would need to conceal certain regions, but it might be possible. Maybe when everyone else was dressed up as well. That might make it less outlandish.

"If you don't mind, I think I'm going to leave Tabitha 'hanging out' tonight. It'll make it harder to move around, but I think it's worth it." Cameron said.

"Fine by me. That's more of the both of you for me to love." Zeke said, almost whispering it in the elf's ear.

A soft kiss found its way to the pale fellow's neck, making him shiver happily. He loved how affectionate his dragon was. And now, he was going to be able to enjoy him every night. Nothing was going to change that. Not for nine months at least. And it was going to be a fantastic nine months.

Slowly, sleep claimed all three of the lovers, sending them all into deeply pleasant dreams, mostly involving a very round elf and a very amorous dragon behind him while an exceedingly enthusiastic cougar lay on her back under his stomach. If only they could somehow arrange for that. Maybe when Cameron was between patients and was taking on a surrogacy to pass the time. Yes, that sounded like the ideal time to try it.

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Morning was sometimes a hateful thing. For Cameron, it meant he had to slip out of the lovely embrace of the dragon still wrapped around him, and inserted into him. Oh he loved waking up feeling that beast spreading him. Usually it was further back when he managed to capture the dark purple fellow. But this was a rare treat, one he wished he didn't have to give up. Especially since he was still 'in uniform' to go another round if time permitted. Unfortunately, the shop demanded his attention, and he had slept later than he had intended.

The elf sighed and began the delicate art of wriggling free of a sleeping lover without waking him. He had gotten pretty good at it with Zeke. With practiced skill, the pale-skinned fellow managed to slip away unnoticed. He stood up from the bed and sucked in a sharp breath. Tabitha's weight on his hips roared back in full force, making him almost fall back onto the mattress. The heels had helped a bit with that. He ran his hands over the expansive dome, still clad in the corset, housing the feline. He smiled down at it, feeling quite motherly. Quietly, he waddled his way to the bathroom to clean himself up a bit. A quick rinse in the shower would help.

As he stood in the bathroom after taking the time to peel himself out of his close-fitting attire and waiting for the water to come to temperature, he tapped away on his phone. He brought up the app that connected to the curious little implant he had tinkered with so much. The cougar he had been charged with treating and making well again had indeed responded well. She was showing all the signs that he could let her out right now. He even had the ability to override what had been done the night before. She was already nestled in for the long term, but that didn't matter much when one had such fine control over one's biological functions.

Cameron found himself actually considering it. They had gone through with it in the heat of the moment. They hadn't actually agreed while clear-headed. That bothered him. Instead of just hitting the abort button, he switched over to another screen and tapped a quick message, intending for Tabitha to read it as soon as she was awake. Hopefully that would be soon. He was anxious for a reply. The elf then stepped into the shower and began rinsing himself off.

Steam filled the room as he cleaned himself, fawning over his belly more than he probably should have spent time doing. It was too enticing, and the feline's squirms were quite lovely. She had woken up by now and she was trying to resume the fun they had indulged in last night. No doubt she was still groggy, thinking perhaps she had passed out in the middle of it. And that meant she had to start back up, help finish the fun.

Cameron closed his eyes and shuddered, sucking in another breath as a gentle wave of orgasm passed over him. His petals convulsed, letting honey seep down his thighs. His shaft bucked and painted the underside of his tummy in white. It was one of the gentler experiences, and he didn't even need to reach below his swollen abdomen to assist. The very state of his condition had been enough. He adored those 'hands-free' moments. Especially when he managed to sneak one in at work, while actually in the middle of making a drink or helping a customer. It just made the whole thing that much more scandalous.

When he had rinsed himself clean again, the elf climbed out of the shower and began drying himself, wrapping up in a towel before collecting his phone to see if Tabitha had responded. She had indeed. They began corresponding back and forth, opting to keep it in text form for the time being. Sure, they could actually speak to one another, but that seemed improper at the moment for some reason. Keeping it to text made it feel like they were catty girlfriends passing messages back and forth about last night's 'conquest'.

"So you really are comfortable with the whole thing?" Cameron asked before hitting send.

He stood and reached for his toothbrush, beginning to clean his teeth while waiting for a reply. His phone buzzed and he tapped it, peering down at it as he scrubbed away at his pearly whites.

"Completely! It's pretty clear you've got a big crush on Zeke. You definitely like making him fill you up. And so long as I get to keep enjoying your perspective of the fun, I'm in. I do kind of miss getting to enjoy him first hand, but getting it through you is pretty damn close." Tabitha replied.

"Well, I'm happy to keep you where you are if you're sure. And if that ever changes, tell me. I can hit the button to make it stop early. No questions asked. No judgment. No medical concerns. You've got a clean bill of health. I could let you out now." Cameron tapped out.

"I'm in for the long haul! If anything changes, I'll let you know. And thanks again for doing this. I probably wouldn't have survived if you hadn't come along." Tabitha texted back.

"Don't talk like that. You're here, and you're all better. Just enjoy the now while you have it. Don't get bogged down with the 'what might have been'. It just gets in the way of being grateful for what we've got. Now you behave in there. Daddy's gotta get to work." Cameron sent, grinning broadly at the use of 'daddy'.

He had teased her with it a few times, and she had clearly found it amusing.

"Fine. But before you go, if it's possible, can I get another quickie from Zeke?" she asked.

Cameron didn't bother to reply. He just rolled his eyes and chuckled. Of course she'd want to feel him fuck her boyfriend again. She was just as easily turned on as he was, partly because of the connection they shared currently. And when he was aroused, it spilled over to her. And he was almost constantly in that state of mind anymore. It was why he loved carrying someone like this.

The elf hung up his towel and emerged from the bathroom, not yet dressed. He didn't take anything to put on with him when he went in. The dragon had changed position on the bed, now lying on his back. There was little reason to think he had woken up just yet, at least not until he lifted his arms and rubbed his paws over his eyes. A quiet groan rose up out of the dark drake.

"Morning honey," Cameron called out, slipping a shirt on before putting anything else on, including underwear, "Sleep well?"

"Oh yeah. Slept great. Didn't even notice you had escaped to go shower. Guess you gotta get to work, huh?" Zeke asked.

"Yeah, the shop needs me after all. I had a quick little chat with Tabitha about last night. She says she's still okay with what we agreed to, the whole 'lock in' thing. I wanted to know if you were okay with it too." Cameron said.

It took Zeke a moment to recall the matter, blinking slowly as his mind slowly spooled up to work in a waking state. While he was processing, the elf slipped his apron on, still not worrying about anything covering his lower half. Very little of the shirt and apron combo covered his stomach, but that was kind of the appeal. As soon as the 'hardware' had warmed up and started firing properly, Zeke scrunched his face up as if embarrassed that he hadn't struck on the memory sooner.

"Oh! That! Yeah! The whole 'nine months a prisoner' thing. If she's cool with it, then I am too. But only so long as I get to maintain access." the dragon said.

"Honey... you're moving in with me. That's just all there is to it. Hell even after I let Tabitha out, you're living here with me. Both of you are. I saw your apartment. It's too tiny for the two of you. I got a spare bedroom in case you two want some alone time together. But I suspect you're both gonna be in here with me." the elf said, grinning and putting a hand on his hip.

The act forced him to cant his body in an angle usually reserved for slinky models in photo shoots. It was a rather alluring stance that made the purple fellow want to reach out and grab the elf, drag him back into bed, and ravage him all over again.

"Really? You want me to move in?" he asked.

"I'm not asking, sweetie. It's just a fact. I expect you to have at least a few boxes of your stuff in the corner over there by tonight," Cameron said, pointing off to a vacant area of the bedroom, "Also, Tabitha has requested I squeeze in a quickie with you before I leave. Hence the no pants yet."

"Well I'm happy to satisfy on that point!" Zeke said with a bright smile, "Though, I kinda wish I could talk to her, hear it from her directly."

That gave the elf a curious little idea. They both had expressed desire to see one another again. And his tummy had been the barrier between them. It was only a relatively thin layer of skin, fat, and muscle, but it might as well have been ten meters of concrete for all the contact they could actually have. Slowly, Cameron strolled his way back to the bed, beckoning the dragon closer.

Once Zeke was within arm's reach, the elf grabbed him and dragged his cheek down to press against his bulbous middle, sighing as he felt the purple fellow wrap his arms as far around him as he could reach. It was a glorious sensation he truly did not want to give up. Not for a little while at least.

"You really want your girlfriend back, don't you?" the elf asked.

"Well, yeah... but she's enjoying herself in there. And anything we do together, she gets to enjoy. And I do like you. I like you a lot." the dragon said, looking up at the green-haired fellow.

"But do you -love- me?" Cameron asked, sounding rather serious.

"Well... I mean... I guess... maybe not as much as I love Tabitha, but I really do like spending time with you. I kinda think of you as my girlfriend pro tempore." Zeke said.

"Oooh, pro tempore, getting the legal speak out on me. So, I'm the 'acting girlfriend' while she's away. So any love you have for me is because I've got her all balled up in my gut. Is that about right?" the elf asked.

"No!" Zeke cried, worried he'd insulted Cameron, "That's not what I meant! You're a great guy! You really are! I just... I've known Tabitha longer. That's all."

"Settle down big fella. I'm not hurt. It makes total sense to me. We've known each other a couple of months. You've known her for years. Of course it's not going to be the same. So with that in mind, I can't in good conscience keep the two of you apart. You two need a reunion, stat. And since I'm not feeling like pushing my greedy side away, that leaves us with only one option. Down here, on your knees, on the floor," the elf said, becoming domineering once more as he gave the command, "Now."

Zeke blinked softly as he was finally able to pull away from the warm, smooth dome he desperately wanted to shower with affection. He climbed down off the mattress as he had been instructed and crouched in front of the pregnant elf boy wearing nothing but his coffee shop's t-shirt and apron. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he had resolved to put his trust in Cameron long ago. That trust had not been betrayed in the slightest since then. Whatever was to come, he was sure it would be something he would approve of.

The elf stepped forward, guiding Zeke's head down under his stomach. At first, the dragon thought he was being commanded to slip his muzzle over that still throbbing shaft that welled up in front of him again. But Cameron didn't give him a chance to tend to it. Instead, he aimed the dark purple drake's snout past his masculine features and settled atop him, pressing the folds that had devoured his girlfriend against his nose.

The scaled fellow didn't ask what was happening. He had watched how Tabitha had been slipped into the elf's womb. A quiet part of him had pondered what it must have been like, then began picturing the elf rounded out with him rather than the cougar. It was a silly fantasy, imagining Cameron enjoying his girlfriend's company while he remained a prisoner. Now, something to that effect was actually happening. Though without Tabitha being outside for the elf to be tended to by. It was still an intriguing prospect.

The already swollen boy began to bend his knees, letting the combined weight of both he and the feline he was pregnant with help sink him down over the dragon's muzzle. He didn't gasp. Instead, he simply hummed quietly to himself. This was just the first good step. He could feel Zeke's snout fill his canal, finding his sac coming to rest just against the purple drake's forehead. It obscured Zeke's vision, but then that was going to be a concern momentarily. The elf lifted himself up slightly, repositioned his legs to get a better stance over his companion, and pushed down again.

This time, instead of just humming to himself, Cameron's lips parted in a moan. The dragon's head was sliding into the warmth of his quivering passage. The walls pulsed softly all around the intruding beast, coating him in the same moisture that had soaked his lap last night. And it was beginning to ooze down over him quite readily. The fragrant scene of it filled the drake's nostrils, overwhelming anything else that he might have detected before he was made to dive into the darkness within.

Cameron's petals stretched easily around Zeke's head, swallowing him up right down to his neck in only a few moments. The act forced a soft yelp from the elf. When he had taken Tabitha, it had been for the purpose of healing her. This was for the purpose of pleasure. And he wasn't going to deny himself that joy. He twisted his hips slowly from side to side, pushing down further as he felt a pair of shoulders force him open wider still. One at a time they slid in, seeing the elf's hips bow outward around the very fit dragon.

A steady gasping for breath claimed Cameron. He was lost deep in the throes of his own passion now. He couldn't stop himself, not even if he wanted to. He had to proceed and claim this handsome purple creature as his own. A good downward shove sank the waiting chest into the silken passage. Moisture seeped down over Zeke's scaled hide, making his entry just that much easier. Not that it was exactly easy. There was a great deal of effort involved, requiring focus and determination. Otherwise, the elf would just flop onto his back and pleasure himself right there as he was. It meant the dragon's entry would go much slower, probably taking hours.

The coffee shop would not wait that long. Still, there wasn't an intense urgency to rush too fast. Bolting the purple fellow down would provide a great burst of orgasmic delight, but it would be all too brief. This way was a nice balance between the two, one that Cameron was enjoying. His stomach was already beginning to stretch larger. He pressed his hands against the bulging dome, only able to imagine how very large he would grow over the next few minutes.

Zeke meanwhile was busying himself with trying to offer the greedy elf as much attention as he could. He nuzzled about within the passage he was sliding through. He dragged his tongue across whatever he could reach, hoping he might find Cameron's g-spot. A sharp jerk surrounded him as he grazed over it, tugging him in right to the base of his ribcage. He had found it, and shot right past it too quickly to make effective use of it. It didn't mean his efforts had gone unappreciated. Cameron was flushed, grinning like a fool, and trying to keep himself steady. That jolt of electricity up his spine had made him a little weak in the knees.

"Okay you... if I do this to you again, I'm definitely making sure you get enough time to lick around that spot real good." the elf mused.

The dragon wanted to respond, amused at the prospect of this not being the only time he would go vanishing into the belly of his 'girlfriend pro tempore', and implying he would indeed be coming back out at some point. Of course, being trapped for all eternity in the womb of a very amorous elf boy who happened to have a fetish for being as pregnant as he could make himself didn't sound like a terrible fate to the drake. A deep, happy purr rumbled strongly in the pale-skinned fellow's growing abdomen. It stole his breath away and his legs collapsed out from under him. That brought the dragon's hips right to the waiting folds.

Now that Cameron was seated on top of his half-consumed scaled lover, he panted for breath for a moment, just trying to compose himself before he carried on. It didn't stop him from wriggling on top of the dark purple beast, his 'behemoth' as he liked to tease him. He would continue in a moment, but he just needed to rest briefly. That rest was not to be permitted, not when there was an excited cougar already in his belly trying to help pull her boyfriend in with her.

Zeke's slippery form continued to glide in, stretching the elf just a bit wider as his hips entered. Cameron threw his head back and cried out, leaning against the bed behind him as he sat with his legs spread wide. His stomach slowly expanded larger and larger, already well bigger than the rest of him. He couldn't get his arms all the way around the dome before, but now, he wasn't sure he could even reach halfway. The smooth orb wobbled and deformed as the occupant already inside turned about and made room for the second joining her.

There wasn't anything for the elf to do at this point. He just sat there, letting his two lovers reunite inside him. The dragon's thighs passed without any trouble while his tail slowly swished across the smooth floor. A gentle twitch from the shopkeeper saw Zeke jerked inward right to his knees. The texture of his hide had done a fine job stimulating the elf's delicate tunnel, and he was almost to the point of climax. His shaft throbbed painful, demanding it be shoved in somewhere. The dragon would be preferable, but any accepting opening of another would do. It was a shame Cameron didn't have another to assist in that regard. But then he could always sneak one of the other baristas into the back for a quick round of satisfaction. If he could last long enough to make it that far.

One last lewd slurp filled the room as Zeke's calves were dragged in rather sharply, along with his paws and the last hint of his tail. Cameron cried out as he felt his tunnel slowly empty the beast into his womb with his mate. The ravenous petals that had devoured not one but two people slowly pulsed, flexing rhythmically as they closed back up. A great puddle of the elf's nectar spread across the floor, soaking his thighs. His shaft twitched about, having loosed a sizable coating of seed across his stomach. That dome was now large enough to pin his length against the floor, letting everything mix and mingle in a singular, sticky mess under him.

The elf huffed loudly as he ran his palms over the now doubly engorged gut he was blessed with. His skin was alight with wave upon wave of delicious tingles. Every movement of the two within sent shivers racing up his spine. Those motions quickly took on a familiar pattern. His belly bulged and retreated over and over. Soft, muffled moans came from within the dome. Zeke and Tabitha were enjoying their chance to reunite immediately. Cameron couldn't stand just how marvelous it all felt.

"Oh yes... this... this is... going to be the new normal... for at least the next nine months. I'm keeping you both!" the elf called out blissfully.

There came no answer from his two passengers, only the sounds of their lovemaking and his own voice in response to how glorious it felt. He could have easily remained like this for hours and not grow tired of it. But he still had a business to run. And now, he would get to feel his two 'roommates' going about their passionate acts of love all day long. The thought of waddling around and making coffee for customers while he had a pair of horny 'kids' bouncing around inside him like this was a joyous notion.

The elf managed eventually to pull himself up onto his feet. It took some great doing, requiring the use of the edge of the bed, but it was accomplished. Cameron then slowly made his way to the bathroom. The weight of one in him was enough to make every step trigger a wave of goose bumps. With two, it was as though each step was a small bomb going off between his legs, threatening to send him back to the floor.

A quick rinse was needed, but he wouldn't fit in the shower like this. He knew it the instant he saw himself in the mirror, and knowing that he was too big to squeeze in made him shiver all over again. The sight of himself in only his shirt and apron, both pushed up completely off his vast tummy, was just as intense a delight. He slipped out of the clothing and sought his phone. A quick few taps, then a slide of his thumb in a circular motion, saw his stomach start to shrink. He huffed and shivered, almost disappointed it had to be done.

Eventually, he reached the highest possible setting. He could not compress his two lovers any further. He was still larger than when it was just Tabitha, at least while she was compressed. He wouldn't get any smaller, and that was of some delight to him as well. The shower rinsed him clean, now that he could fit in it again, and he dried off once more. His shirt and apron were slipped on, then he waddled out of the bathroom, his tummy still giving him reason to take a sharp inhale from time to time.

A paw pushed out from the smooth dome as a great, loud yowl sounded in the elf's womb. It was muffled heavily by his protective embrace, but it would have been enough for everyone in the coffee shop to hear, were he behind the counter. Cameron's cheeks flushed and he giggled, wondering if he'd get to see what kind of reaction that would draw.

The first half of the morning rush had already subsided by the time the very pregnant elf arrived. His team was performing admirably and he slipped in to join them as soon as he walked in. The steady swaying from within his womb continued, though no one would be able to see it thanks to the compressive effects in place. But Cameron could still feel everything going on inside him. It was enough to make him worry about soaking through his underwear, perhaps even his pants.

Eric picked up on his need, prompting the elf to take note of how astute he was. Maybe he might be willing to come with him to Zeke's and Tabitha's apartment and help him pack their things up. Of course, after that was handled, Eric could enjoy partaking in the boss' special attention all night long. He made a mental note to approach the handsome young man about the 'project' before they finished up in the back. Today was going to be one of those days where he needed to spend a longer than usual amount of time 'checking inventory'.

The pair emerged at long last from back in the supply closet after the elf was satisfied. Eric was sporting a slight but visible swell under his own shirt, and he seemed to wear the bulging tummy with pride. Clearly Cameron was beginning to see the boost in his 'assets' he had been hoping he might get from Tabitha's presence.

"So I'll see you after my shift. Six sharp." Cameron said.

"I'll be there!" Eric replied, then turned to jump in and assist the other barista who had been left to handle the counter all by himself.

Thankfully, it had been a fairly slow half hour. The elf took over, letting the poor, left-out fellow go on break. With so little to be done in that moment, Cameron simply stood behind the register, his eyes closed, both hands on his stomach. He was drinking in all the passionate motion under his skin. The implant had been the best decision he had ever made.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Mr. Aralon." asked a rather masculine voice.

The elf opened his eyes to see a fairly tall horse standing across the counter from him. The stallion was dressed in a knit shirt and khaki slacks. He had a rather professional look to him, as well as a rather sizable stomach of his own. It was incongruous with the impressive, muscular physique he possessed. He wasn't going to win any bodybuilding contests, but Cameron could already feel himself starting to get a little lightheaded just picturing what the stallion could do to him in the bathroom.

"Yes sir, that's me. Owner and manager. Can I help you with something?" the elf asked.

"I was wondering if we could talk." the horse said.

"Sure, just a second." Cameron replied.

He nodded to Eric who was going to be charged with covering the shop by himself while the elf spoke with the stallion. A waddling gait saw the owner step out from behind the counter and over to a table in the corner, where he sat opposite the impressive equine fellow. The elf sat himself down in a chair, going slowly and sighing in relief once he was down. His feet were angry with him for moving about so quickly all morning without giving him a chance to acclimate to the added mass in his middle.

"Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. My name is Brice Richards. I own and run an establishment just next door that I'm sure you're familiar with. It's called 'Bump in the Night'. We are a specialty club that caters to clientele with a very select taste in entertainment. If you'll forgive me for being blunt about it, Mr. Aralon, I could not help but notice that you would fit in very well with the sort of entertainment we aim to provide." the horse explained.

"Pleasure to meet you at last, Mr. Richards. I've been aware of your little club for a while, even snuck in to have a look around a couple of times. It's quite a place you've got. I approve. Though, I have to say, I'm a little disappointed there isn't more male representation on the stage. We can rock a belly too, you know." Cameron said.

"Believe me, I'm acutely aware," the stallion said with a grin, leaning back to give his own plump, round stomach a gentle pat, "I used to be terrified to go out in public like this, but now, not so much. I came here today because I've been walking by and even stopping in from time to time for the last few weeks, and you're always showing like you are. Though, if I'm not mistaken, I'd guess that you've grown some since yesterday."

The elf snickered and leaned back in his chair, giving his own tummy a light slap, then rubbed it with both hands. Proportionally speaking, his was bigger than the horse's. That gave him an odd sense of pride.

"And you wanted to come compare guts? Okay, I'm comfortable with that." Cameron said with a laugh.

"Oh, no I didn't come because of that. I came because you're right. We are lacking male representation on stage. I was wondering if perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement. Clearly your customers enjoy the idea of their coffee coming from a pregnant boy. I'm sure the people who frequent 'Bump in the Night' would enjoy more than just a hot beverage from you and your staff," Brice said, then leaned in again, furrowing his brow, "Does the rest of your staff indulge the way you do? Or are they less interested in being pregnant?"

"Pretty much everyone in my staff has expressed an interest. It's been difficult trying to get my hands on the items required to make it work. I suspect you've got something that could operate as an alternative?" the elf asked.

"I'm wearing one right now," the horse grinned, "I could rent a few of them to you, let your boys show off their tummies, draw in more customers. Then they could come over and dance in the evening if they're so interested. A nice little partnership between two small business owners for their mutual benefit."

"And of course, it gives me more eye candy while I'm behind the counter. I'd love to set up some kind of partnership," the shorter gravid fellow said, "In fact, to celebrate our little collaboration, why don't I get you a latte? Do you like yours with... extra cream?"

A broad grin spread across the horse's muzzle. He clearly knew about the 'secret menu' which wasn't all that secret, and he was indeed interested. If the elf had peered under the table, he would have noticed a fairly sizable bulge swelling out those khakis. He had never engaged in any sort of fun with another pregnant boy. Or a girl for that matter. This particular customer just might provide him with a new layer of delight to the experience.

"I think that's a very gracious offer, Mr. Aralon. I'd love a latte," Brice moved to stand, not at all hindered by the bulk of his gravid tummy, "And I think extra cream sounds fantastic."

That was all the twins-laden elf needed to hear. He climbed to his feet, gazing up at the equine before slipping an arm around his waist to lead him to the men's room. His other hand slipped over to feel across the stallion's firm, round belly. Oh he was already in trouble. It felt so wonderful to the touch. Was this what it felt like for all his customers who requested 'extra cream' and got to grope his middle while giving him a good stretch?

He hoped so. He wanted to lavish the horse's tummy with all manner of affection, and he wasn't going to be shy about it. Already he was beginning to let his mind wander to thoughts of Zeke and Tabitha, getting the both of them pregnant somehow, be it naturally, through surrogacy or some artificial means, and being trapped in between them in some hedonistic act. They were still squirming around, thrusting against one another, making him soak through his underwear by this point. And it would look entirely like he was just that enthusiastic about the horse. Which wasn't inaccurate. He had proposed a means of swelling up the rest of his staff, a whole coffee shop full of cute pregnant boys. Yes, that was something he was very much interested in.

"I think we're past the point of formalities. Please, call me Cameron."

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