Warning: This story contians inflation of the furry kind. If you can't stand inflation kinks, then you should probably steer cleer. The story also contains consensual to non-consensual cub yiff. Jacob was lost. It was his first day of school after moving to the city, and he had begged his father to let him walk home. After a while his father agreed, and now here he was. In some back alley which, unbeknownst to him, was only a few blocks away from home. He was rather hungry and was considering digging out what little pocket money he had when he saw him. His father had always told him to keep his distance from dragons, and now he could see why. He was BIG. He towered over Jacob and then some. His scales were a soft blue, almost white. Jacob stood there staring. He'd never seem someone so big before. The dragon was putting a key in a dirty looking door when he glanced over. They looked at each other while a cool breeze played across their shirts. Nothing else moved. Jacob's stomach protested rather loudly. His face flushed and the dragon laughed. "Hungry?" "Yeah..." Despite what his father had said, this dragon sounded rather warm. --- Elliot just smiled at the little brown bear. Not too wide as to show off his teeth, no - he didnt' want to scare the boy off. He gestured him over. "You can come in if you want. I'm sure I can fill you right up." The boy hesitated. Elliot reached up and rubbed the back of his head. "Jeeze, kid, it's not like I bite or anything." The kid seemed to consider that one. His hunger won him over, though, and he hefted his schoolbag up a little higher before stepping forward. "All right, but I can't stay long. I have to find my way home." This struck Elliot. He smiled a little wider, thinking he may have gotten even luckier than he initially believed. --- The narrow flight of stairs was as dingy as the door that lead to it. Jacob noticed how the dragon had to bend down and dip his head even lower to fit through. At the top of the stairs was another door, this one rather clean looking. The dragon opened it and beconed Jacob through. The bedroom was nothing like the alley door or the flight of stairs. It was virtually spotless, a large room with a kitchenette in one corner and what must have been a bathroom in another. A large bed dominated the center of the room, jet-black bedding to contrast the white walls and ceiling. The ceiling itself was high up, and the dragon had no trouble standing upright. They introduced themselves and Jacob set his bag against the wall. When he turned around, Elliot was by the bed taking his shirt off. Underneath it was a thin undershirt, the color of his scales slightly showing. He gestured for Jacob to come closer. "You can take your shirt off too, if you like." Jacob stopped a few feet from the dragon. --- Elliot smiled to himself. The kid was shy as hell. "We don't take our shirts off at home. Well, dad does, but mom doesn't really like it." Elliot laughed. "Don't worry kid, I don't mind much. You can dress however the hell you like." He reached down and gently lifted the lower hem of the boy's shirt. "Arms up, kid." Jacob slowly stuck his hands up in the air, and Elliot - with a little bit of trouble - managed to get the shirt up and over his head. He tossed it over towards the door, next to the kid's bag. "That's quite a belly you've got there, little man." It was true. The kid's stomach muffined out over the top of his shorts. Elliot reached down - he loved bellies - and gave it a little pat. "Wow..." He gently rubbed the kid's stomach, letting the fur bristle between his fingers. "Kid, your fur is really soft..." Jacob blushed. "Yeah, when mom's at the store dad puts me in the bath. He uses lots of conditioner." Elliot put his other hand on the kid's stomach. He rubbed outward, over the kid's love handles and back to his navel. God, he loved this gut. He reached back over the kid's love handles and started scritching. Jacob started giggling and put his hands on Elliot's arms. "Stop, stop! That tickles!" Elliot laughed too. He kept his hands on the kid's sides for a few more seconds, cupping the small rolls of fat. He stood up rather abruptly. "I'm gonna get a little more comfortable." He had started to get stiff, which wouldn't do at all in these damned pants. He took them off and tossed them on the floor next to the bed. His cock was still mostly limp, but his boxer shrots didn't do much for it. It hung out of one of the legs, and his balls were clearly visible through the thin cloth. He had to be careful - he dind't want to scare the kid off. He acted no differently than he did before. "You can too, if you like." The kid was staring. "Jacob?" The boy flushed a bit, but looked down and slowly dropped his shorts. Underneath was a pair of black, tight-fitting boxer briefs. The boy said something under his breath. "What was that, kid?" In a small voice he said, "Yours is bigger than my dad's..." It was quiet for a bit. "... But I'm not supposed to talk about it." Elliot stayed quiet for a bit longer, then sat down on the bed. "Wanna talk about it anyway?" Jacob's face flushed even deeper. He stood there, hands at his sides, and just blushed. This was getting him nowhere, so Elliot decided to lie. "It's fine, Jacob. It's no big deal seeing another person's cock. I see them all the time." Which was untrue. There wasn't another dragon for hundreds of miles of the city, and everybody else was far too small for him. Jacob looked up. "He probably didn't want your mom to know. She sounds like a drag." The boy was still red, but he smiled a little. "She complains about everything." Elliot smiled and lifted the kid up and set him in the middle of the bed. They faced each other, sitting indian style. "So... do you see your dad naked when he gives you a bath?" He started off quietly, but was reassured when he saw that Elliot seemed unfased. "Well... yeah... but also whenever mom leaves the house." "What happens then?" "He takes me in his room and..." Jacob looked up at Elliot and saw a smiling, almost eager face." "He lets me practice giving head." Elliot was liking this man more and more. "Well... I bet you're really good at it by now." Elliot smiled. "Dad says he'd make a killing if he charged." Jacob looked a little confused now, as if he didn't quite understand what he was about to say. "He says he doesn't care if mom sleeps around." He brightened up a little. "It doesn't bother him at all so long as he's got my mouth to look forward to." Elliot smiled widely, playing it up. "Is that all you do together? You just milk him?" Jacob hadn't heard that before, but seemed to consider all of his bonding time with his father and found it appropriate. "Yep." Elliot smiled, then looked down at his crotch. He put on a quizzical look. "Are... are you sure mine is bigger?" Jacob nodded. "Yep. Lots bigger." Over the past few minutes Elliot had slowly shifted position so that his legs were no longer crossed. He leaned back slightly and put his arms on the bed behind him. His cock had fallen out of the hole at the front of his boxers. Elliot put on a pleased-looking face, but inside he felt triumphant. The kid was obviously convinced that this was all normal behavior for a young boy, because he reached out and put his hand on the limp dragon cock. He kneaded it in his soft, tiny paw. Elliot felt the floor drop beneath him. "Hey kid... I think I can make it a bit bigger." "Really?" Jacob looked up, excited to see such a thing. "How?" Elliot's voice was strained. He hadn't touched himself in months. "Just..." Elliot exhaled. "Just keep doing what you're doing...." Jacob had emulated Elliot's posture, his legs spread out, though he leaned forward instead of back. His tiny paws went to work, kneading the flaccid dick in front of him, and it started to grow. Elliot didn't move a muscle, he just sat back and let jacob do all the work. "That's it, kid...." His cock grew, slowly bridging the gap between dragon and bear. When it finished, it's head was pressed up, thrubbing, under Jacob's belly. "Whoah!" Jacob looked a bit shocked. It was almost as big as he was. "I'd never fit that in my maw...." "You should try." Jacob looked up. Elliot was smiling reassuringly. "I really wanna see how good you are." Jacob smiled back. "Sure, I'll try!" He put both paws unnderneath the giant shaft, lifting the heavy cock up to his mouth. It became clear rather quickly that this would never work. His lips didn't make it halfway up the head, but Elliot didn't care. The tip bubbled with precum, and Jacob's tongue found it's way inside. Elliot smirked down at the kid who was obviously too preoccupied to see. The boy was practically making out with his cock. Maybe it was the salty aftertaste. Jacob stopped frenching the dragon's cock and looked down at his stomach. It was grumbling. He smiled up at Elliot. "I forgot how hungry I was." But Elliot wasn't finished. He kept a smile on his face, and said "I totally forgot! But... before we eat, I wanna try something...." "What is it?" "You're so good at giving head, I was wondering if you'd be any good at going down...." Now it was Jacob who looked quizzical. "Going down?" Elliot 'eagerly' explained. "It's when you sit on a cock. Let it slide into you." Jacob made a face. "Sounds weird." "It kind of is." Elliot then put on a sheepish face. "It hurts a little if you're not used to it. But then it feels really good." Jacob didn't look convinced. "I just... sit on it?" "Yep." Jacob stood up. "I guess I could try." Elliot liked this kid. After sliding the boy's underwear down to his ankles, He lifted his cock so that it was upright. With a bit of help Jacob managed to climb up onto it. "I'm letting go, Jacob." "Okay...." Elliot let go. Jacob balanced himself by putting his hands on Elliot's chest, his tiptoes could just reach Elliot's legs. He squirmed around for a while, apparently trying to let it slip inside like Elliot said. Elliot just smiled. Precum matted the fur on Jacob's soft ass. "I don't think it's working." Elliot shrugged. "Oh well." "Can we eat now?" Elliot thought about it. Made a little show of it too. "I did promise I'd fill you up, didn't I?" Jacob nodded eagerly as he climbed down off of the cock. He turned around to face the kitchen and Elliot gently but firmly grabbed his waist. Jacob giggled a bit. "Elliot, that tickles! Come on, I'm hungry." Elliot didn't let go. "I know, Jacob. Like I said, I'm going to fill you up." As his boxers fell, his balls swayed free, swollen after months of neglect. They were like over-inflated basketballs. "Elliot?" "Just hold still, hon." Elliot placed the tip of his cock under Jacob's sticky, matted tail. Jacob's voice was fearful. "I coudn't make it fit, Elliot. Elliot, I..." Powerful muscles tensed, and with a massive thrust, the dragon managed what the bear couldn't. He buried his cock to the hilt. Jacob screamed. The width of Elliot's cock forced the boy's legs to pop out of their sockets. Elliot withdrew and, with another powerful thrust, rammed his cock to the hilt again. Elliot's roar was louder than Jacob's scream. It rattled the windows. Again and again Elliot pounded the chubby bear's ass, again and again they cried out together. It didn't take long for Elliot to orgasm. He sat there panting, giving tiny little thrusts as his cock twitched. It didn't stop twitching. Jacob's already hefty stomach started to stretch outwards. It grew and grew, his love handles smoothed out, he legs and arms began to fill up. His own meager balls started to swell, then his cock filled out, turning a dull white rather than a pink. It began to erupt, splattering the ebony sheets with Elliot's recycled cum. His chest began to fill in, then smooth out to meet the curve of his bellly. Cum oozed out of his nipples. His tears turned a milky white as his arms and legs swelled to conform to the curve of his bloated body. Elliot finally pulled out, and the boy's own weight forced his legs back into place. Jacob was tilted forward, so Elliot Rolled him upright. The kid was almost completely rounded out. Elliot could just make out the form of a head. As he swelled up, Jacob had been forced to tilt his head back. He faced upward, The top of his head a long dimple, his chin a small lump, His cheeks just raised above the curve of his body. His hands and feet were just bubbles, his digits sticking out like swollen sausages. His body wasn't perfectly round, though. Gravity pulled it down and he sagged more or less like a baloon filled with water. Elliot patted the boy's large belly. His skin was taut as a drum. ***** "You full, hon?" Jacob couldn't quite nod, but he did his best. "Great. It'll take you a few weeks for you to go throgh all that protein." The boy radiated heat, so Elliot didn't bother with a blanket. He just curled himself around Jacob's warm body. "I should be able to feed you again by then. In fact, if I have my way..." And he planned on it. "... You won't ever be hungry again." (Alternate Ending. Just ignore the lines under the '*****' and read this. Warning, contains non-gory popping.) Elliot smirked down at the little/big bear. "You weren't so bad, kid." With one hand on his cock and one hand on Jacob's body, He rolled the bloated bear forward and pressed his tip against Jacob's mouth. "I'm nearly spent. But I'd like to see how much more you can take." One hand steadied Jacob while he fisted his shaft with the other. He pressed forward slightly, making sure there was a tight seal. His knees trembled as he stroked the base of this shaft, another orgasm imminent. If Jacob were able to make a sound, he would have wimpered. Elliot erupted into Jacob's mouth, the boy's eyes widening at the sheer volume of cum. The amount of fluid within him fought the force of gravity, decreasing the slump of his body. His fingers and toes retreated, his facial features smoothed out. Within a few seconds he was finally a perfect sphere. His skin groaned as Elliot continued to force cum into him. Elliot rubbed the bear's belly one last time. Jacob finally burst. --- Three blocks away, a grown bear started as a deep thud rattled his windows. It passed and he looked at the clock, wondering where the hell his son was. --- Elliot was knocked on his back, the front of his body lathered in his own cum. He sat up to assess the damage. It wasn't just him. The walls, ceiling, and much of the floor were splattered with cum and clumps of soft brown hair. He reached down next to him and picked up a towel-sized patch of fur. It must have been from the boy's belly. Elliot smiled. He loved how soft the kid's fur was. He wrapped it around his shaft and stroked himself with it, coaxing a few more gallons of cum out onto his sheets.