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Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try the food in the cookbook. After all, maybe he could find some new, or rather old classics to make, maybe he could even open up a new restaurant or something. Though he blushes deeper as that thought crosses his mind. Shivering slightly at the mere thought of having to interact with so many other dragons. He’d put a pin in that for now. The Wind dragon laughs a bit to himself as he stands up, rubbing the back of his head once more.\n\n\nMaking his way towards his kitchen the dragon pattern around. Setting the book down off to the side of the burner as he hums. There were so many options he could make, and all of it looked good, but deciding to start with something simple he decides to start with a good ol fashion roast. After flying out and nabbing a pig from a local scavenger he chuckles a bit to himself, quickly getting to preparing the meal. The pig was nice and hefty, jiggling and wobbling. He could practically already see the juices ready to cook. Once more roast is prepped he quickly pops it into the stone oven. His stomach rumbling loudly once more. Giving his belly a few more rubs, the already soft underside feeling just a bit softer than usual. He could barely contain himself, squirming and wiggling around. Hopping from claw to claw as he stares at the oven in front of him. Absolutely starving by now. He didn’t even notice his stomach starting to swell outwards. Plumping up as it puts on a few more pounds. The very center of his belly turning a lighter pink.\n\n\nFinally once everything is ready he takes it out, letting it cool just enough as he leans in and quickly starts to tear into the cooked beast. Shoveling mouthfuls of the roast into his mouth at a time, eyes rolling back as his stomach groans. Filling larger and larger. But there was another kind of pressure slowly growing in his stomach. The soft, pig skin, and light fuzz seemed to spread even further along his stomach. Lifting one of his hind legs up he feels that grumble in his gut once more. Suddenly letting rip a massive, wet PPPLLLLRRRRRBBBBBTTT Blasting ass hard as the thick, foul smelling smog pours from his hole. A soft groan of relief left his mouth as he kept munching at it. Huffing and groaning softly, no matter how much he tried to eat however he just wasn’t getting any fuller. In fact, he only felt more and more hungry with each bite. He needed to eat more, it barely takes any more time for him to finish off the roast. Not even bothering to clean off his claws he starts to flip through the book once more.\n\n\nThough the more he flipped through the book the more he could understand what he was looking at. Alongside the meals inside, he quickly came to understand how filthy the meals were in there. Slop, mixes of leftovers. Greasy, fattening foods that made his swelling pig-like gut gurgle louder. Licking at his lips his snout starts to push in on itself. Nostrils flaring as his nose turns up. Twitching slightly as he snorts softly. Setting the cookbook down without much other thought he snorts once more. Grunting and groaning as he waddles over towards the fridge. Throwing the doors open. As he reaches his claw up he starts to shovel out massive amounts of food onto the ground below. His claws merge together, fusing as they turn into a set of heavy hooves. Clanking against the ground and still drooling heavily he turns his attention down to the slop at his feet. He could feel his heart starting to race as he stared. The sight and smell of all of those bits of food mixing together make his stomach rumble loudly, his heart racing as he licks his swollen pig muzzle, a new set of ears sprouting from the sides of his head and flopping down.\n\n\nFinally after moments of staring he bows his head down and starts to munch down on the homemade slop in front of him. Eating down and swallowing as much as he could. Each bite sends another firm jolt of pleasure rocketing through him. Allowing him to eat more and more. Each mouthful brings with it another wave of changes. Scales giving way to softly, flabby pink skin. His gut sweeps across the ground as his legs shrink. Growing more stumpy, better fitting for an animal. His tail slowly curled over itself. Almost seeming to pull in on itself, growing smaller and smaller as it flicks around softly. Twitching as it raises to let rip another BBLLLRRRPPPTTTT His fattening pig cheeks clapping together from the burst of gas. Feeling that steadily growing twitch in his hole. Feeling it suddenly starting to yawn open. A low groan of pleasure leaving his mouth, squirming around as a massive log of filth spreads his fat pig hole dumping load after load of filth onto the ground below. Not even pausing his feast as he stuffs his face, shitting out as much as he could to make more room to eat.\n\n\nAll the while he could feel his mind dimming. Getting harder and harder to make complicated thoughts. Any attempts at doing so reduce his thinking down by another few IQ points. All he wanted were the most basic needs. Food, pleasure, and just being a good pig. As soon as he’s done eating he feels his horns pop off his head, almost seeming to just fizzle away as he falls backwards. Landing in a pile of his own filth with a loud SQUEALCH Feeling the shit press against all sides of his body. Making a deep squeal of pleasure leave his piggy lips. The blissful amounts of pleasure leaving his body overriding any other forms of thought tossing and turning in his own filth he starts to grind into the filth. Pulling back and slamming his cock deep into the pile. Huffing and grunting as he grinds into his own shit. Rutting against it like a wild animal, each pump bringing with it another squeal of a wild animal. His tongue rolling out, eyes glazing over. Losing whatever intelligence was left in his mind as he cums, squealing loudly as he blows load after load. The orgasm stretches out as he just keeps going with it.\n\n\nThe orgasm seems to go on for what felt like hours. He had heard stories about how pigs bring these massive orgasms. Cumming for up to 30 minutes but this felt like it was going for so much longer. He just kept blowing his load. Unable to stop himself as he blasts the filth away, splattering shit all over the surrounding ground. Cum leaking and pooling all around the floor as he continues to squeal in bliss. Eventually his orgasm slowly starts to come to an end, slowly slumping down and groaning softly. Turning over and pulling his hooves up to rest along his gut Turtle slowly starts to drift off to sleep, groaning he could feel his stomach rumbling once more, spreading his hind legs with a short huff the now pig starts to grunt in his sleep. Starting to push hard once more. 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Squinting and leaning in he hums slightly noticing that there was something on it, but it was faded. Hard to see properly, but there was indeed something there. Reaching a claw down he runs it along the front of the book, and along the spine. Testing to see how strong it was still holding together. He didn’t want to ruin this thing beyond repair. Especially if it might be worth something to someone. But after testing it out for a bit longer he eventually sees that it was indeed strong enough for him to properly open up and peer inside. Which is exactly what he does. Popping the thing open he reads along the front cover. This time it seemed to be written in some unknown language to him. As far as he could tell the thing didn’t look familiar at all. But all the same he could feel like he could almost make the words out. Something about all of it felt almost familiar. Narrowing his gaze a bit he looks around. Glancing over his shoulder a good few times. Feeling like there was something or someone watching him. Shivering slightly, Turtle sighs softly. Trying to keep himself focused on the task at hand.
“Just relax Turtle. You’re back home, done with the exploring for the day~” He tells himself with a small huff and shake of his head. Laughing a bit he leans forward and he starts to read over the book once more. While he couldn’t piece together every last bit of information he was able to get at least most of it. Eyes widening as he stares down at the book. “Wait, is this.. A cookbook?” He questions, realization flickering across his face as he unconsciously licks at his lips. His stomach rumbling loudly, churning with need as he reaches a claw down to his gut. The thing grumbling once more, he hadn’t realized it until just there but he really hadn’t had much to eat after exploring. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try the food in the cookbook. After all, maybe he could find some new, or rather old classics to make, maybe he could even open up a new restaurant or something. Though he blushes deeper as that thought crosses his mind. Shivering slightly at the mere thought of having to interact with so many other dragons. He’d put a pin in that for now. The Wind dragon laughs a bit to himself as he stands up, rubbing the back of his head once more.
Making his way towards his kitchen the dragon pattern around. Setting the book down off to the side of the burner as he hums. There were so many options he could make, and all of it looked good, but deciding to start with something simple he decides to start with a good ol fashion roast. After flying out and nabbing a pig from a local scavenger he chuckles a bit to himself, quickly getting to preparing the meal. The pig was nice and hefty, jiggling and wobbling. He could practically already see the juices ready to cook. Once more roast is prepped he quickly pops it into the stone oven. His stomach rumbling loudly once more. Giving his belly a few more rubs, the already soft underside feeling just a bit softer than usual. He could barely contain himself, squirming and wiggling around. Hopping from claw to claw as he stares at the oven in front of him. Absolutely starving by now. He didn’t even notice his stomach starting to swell outwards. Plumping up as it puts on a few more pounds. The very center of his belly turning a lighter pink.
Finally once everything is ready he takes it out, letting it cool just enough as he leans in and quickly starts to tear into the cooked beast. Shoveling mouthfuls of the roast into his mouth at a time, eyes rolling back as his stomach groans. Filling larger and larger. But there was another kind of pressure slowly growing in his stomach. The soft, pig skin, and light fuzz seemed to spread even further along his stomach. Lifting one of his hind legs up he feels that grumble in his gut once more. Suddenly letting rip a massive, wet PPPLLLLRRRRRBBBBBTTT Blasting ass hard as the thick, foul smelling smog pours from his hole. A soft groan of relief left his mouth as he kept munching at it. Huffing and groaning softly, no matter how much he tried to eat however he just wasn’t getting any fuller. In fact, he only felt more and more hungry with each bite. He needed to eat more, it barely takes any more time for him to finish off the roast. Not even bothering to clean off his claws he starts to flip through the book once more.
Though the more he flipped through the book the more he could understand what he was looking at. Alongside the meals inside, he quickly came to understand how filthy the meals were in there. Slop, mixes of leftovers. Greasy, fattening foods that made his swelling pig-like gut gurgle louder. Licking at his lips his snout starts to push in on itself. Nostrils flaring as his nose turns up. Twitching slightly as he snorts softly. Setting the cookbook down without much other thought he snorts once more. Grunting and groaning as he waddles over towards the fridge. Throwing the doors open. As he reaches his claw up he starts to shovel out massive amounts of food onto the ground below. His claws merge together, fusing as they turn into a set of heavy hooves. Clanking against the ground and still drooling heavily he turns his attention down to the slop at his feet. He could feel his heart starting to race as he stared. The sight and smell of all of those bits of food mixing together make his stomach rumble loudly, his heart racing as he licks his swollen pig muzzle, a new set of ears sprouting from the sides of his head and flopping down.
Finally after moments of staring he bows his head down and starts to munch down on the homemade slop in front of him. Eating down and swallowing as much as he could. Each bite sends another firm jolt of pleasure rocketing through him. Allowing him to eat more and more. Each mouthful brings with it another wave of changes. Scales giving way to softly, flabby pink skin. His gut sweeps across the ground as his legs shrink. Growing more stumpy, better fitting for an animal. His tail slowly curled over itself. Almost seeming to pull in on itself, growing smaller and smaller as it flicks around softly. Twitching as it raises to let rip another BBLLLRRRPPPTTTT His fattening pig cheeks clapping together from the burst of gas. Feeling that steadily growing twitch in his hole. Feeling it suddenly starting to yawn open. A low groan of pleasure leaving his mouth, squirming around as a massive log of filth spreads his fat pig hole dumping load after load of filth onto the ground below. Not even pausing his feast as he stuffs his face, shitting out as much as he could to make more room to eat.
All the while he could feel his mind dimming. Getting harder and harder to make complicated thoughts. Any attempts at doing so reduce his thinking down by another few IQ points. All he wanted were the most basic needs. Food, pleasure, and just being a good pig. As soon as he’s done eating he feels his horns pop off his head, almost seeming to just fizzle away as he falls backwards. Landing in a pile of his own filth with a loud SQUEALCH Feeling the shit press against all sides of his body. Making a deep squeal of pleasure leave his piggy lips. The blissful amounts of pleasure leaving his body overriding any other forms of thought tossing and turning in his own filth he starts to grind into the filth. Pulling back and slamming his cock deep into the pile. Huffing and grunting as he grinds into his own shit. Rutting against it like a wild animal, each pump bringing with it another squeal of a wild animal. His tongue rolling out, eyes glazing over. Losing whatever intelligence was left in his mind as he cums, squealing loudly as he blows load after load. The orgasm stretches out as he just keeps going with it.
The orgasm seems to go on for what felt like hours. He had heard stories about how pigs bring these massive orgasms. Cumming for up to 30 minutes but this felt like it was going for so much longer. He just kept blowing his load. Unable to stop himself as he blasts the filth away, splattering shit all over the surrounding ground. Cum leaking and pooling all around the floor as he continues to squeal in bliss. Eventually his orgasm slowly starts to come to an end, slowly slumping down and groaning softly. Turning over and pulling his hooves up to rest along his gut Turtle slowly starts to drift off to sleep, groaning he could feel his stomach rumbling once more, spreading his hind legs with a short huff the now pig starts to grunt in his sleep. Starting to push hard once more. Feeling that filthy pucker widens as he starts to dump out another fat load of filth. Covering the ground in as much as he could pump out. The fat, hyper log coiled up on the ground as he could feel another steadily growing pressure in his lower body.
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