“I’m not done with you yet, skunk. Not. Even. Close.”

Sydney now towered over fourteen foot in height, his head pressed firmly against the ceiling. The ceiling-tiles bulged upwards around his head - any further and the dragon would’ve already outgrown the laboratory. Under his scaled, clawed feet the floor-tiles groaned under the immense weight, threatening to smash and shatter at any moment. Even as he shifted his mass from foot to foot, slight cracks appeared. It was a miracle Stripes had managed to survive being crushed underneath his flatulent ass for so long, but fortunately the two giant, scaly cushions that made up Syd’s bubblebutt managed to soften the brunt of it all. As he swayed his thick, draconic tail around, several pieces of furniture were knocked over, some even breaking entirely from the force of the impact. Sydney was huge, and as he glared down at Stripes with an evil look in his eyes, the skunk couldn’t help but feel terrified. 

The dragon was also mostly nude, only his underwear having survived the growth. His shoulders were broad and his hips wide - a taut, muscled chest connected the two. Sydney’s v-lines were also visible, standing out above the waistband of his stretched, blue underwear. They were so tight that the outline of his bulge was clear to see, and it was evident that Sydney was enjoying his power-rush in more ways than one. The masculinity of the dragon’s appearance alone made the skunk feel inferior. The tightness continued around the back, with the dragon now having a wedgie due to how snug his underwear fit him. Stripes could make out each and every curve of his ass - the slight overhang where his cheeks connected with his legs, the bulge around the hips, and the plump, cushy muscle squeezing together where both cheeks pressed together to form the asscrack that had caused his nose so much suffering. Sydney’s butt alone was almost three foot wide - if he sat down now, the skunk wouldn’t stand a chance.

Luckily, Sydney had other plans for torturing his ‘assistant’. He stepped forward, causing a few tiles to buckle and break under his weight, but he ignored them. They didn’t matter, after all.
“Stand up, skunk. I know it is befitting for a creature like you to cower before me, but I need you to try and be at least a little useful.” Sydney sneered, gesturing the skunk to stand with a single claw. Slowly, Stripes nodded and obeyed, realising he didn’t have much choice. He had to hold onto what remained of the table just to maintain his balance. Being crushed underneath Sydney’s ass had every muscle in his body aching, and his head was still spinning as a result of all the abuse his nose and lungs had received. His legs trembled, but he managed to stand. Once fully stood up, he finally realised just how tall his tormentor was. Stripes only came up to Sydney’s crotch in height, which meant he had the dragon’s groin directly in front of his face. He just stared at it, taken aback by the sheer size. 

“I realise now, that I have been doing all of the work. But you, skunk, are my slave now. Do you understand the implications of that? That means you will sniff my farts. Without question.” Sydney explained, his tone deeper and more grumbly than before, his voice rumbling out from within his large chest. He sounded more like a feral dragon did, with a voice so commanding that it was hard not to obey. “And you’re going to do just that,” he continued, “I still need more power, and so, you must suffer even further.” Stripes opened his mouth to protest, but immediately silenced himself when Sydney twirled around. His tail sliced through the air, cutting through the ceiling above like a hot knife through butter. The skunk cowered as debris and chunks of insulation fell from above, whereas the dragon just laughed, his booming voice reverberating in the skunk’s ears.

With Sydney now facing the other way, Stripes was once again presented with the dragon’s gigantic ass. Visible fumes wafted out from between his cheeks, and his underwear seemed to steam with all the stench they’d been subjected to. Stripes was a skunk, so the smell had little effect on him, it was the sheer power of Sydney’s bombastic blasts that made them hard to deal with. The noise was deafening as well - that, and nothing was more humiliating than being stuck underneath someone’s ass. He stared at the dragon’s posterior for a moment, unsure of what Sydney wanted. Desperate for more power and not feeling particularly patient about it, the dragon growled, bringing his tail down right next to Stripes. He whimpered and jumped on the spot as tiles shattered underneath the force of Sydney’s appendage, spraying him with even more dust from the ruined building.

“I said,” Sydney snarled, grabbing his ass with one hand and squeezing, “SNIFF!” Stripes stood up straight again and picked a few chunks of dust out of his face-fur, looking at Sydney’s ass with a sense of dread. He gulped, trying to gather the strength to put his face back into it. Stripes edged himself forwards, drowsily bringing his face closer and closer to the epicentre of the fartquake that Sydney was about to unleash. The skunk didn’t even get his nose within an inch of the dragon’s ass before he was bombarded with gas. An explosive, glass-shattering fart thundered out, being so airy and dry that it was like holding an iron up to your face being blasting yourself with the steamer function. The air was so thick as well that he instinctively started hacking and coughing, immediately recoiling and pulling his face away. 
“Gahhh..” he wheezed, retching as his lungs expelled dragon-gas from his body, “It’s too much!”

‘BRRRRRMMMMPPPPFFFFTTTTT!’

“Too much? HAH! There is no such thing, skunk. I told you to sniff, so sniff!” Sydney hissed, showing off his set of sharpened teeth to Stripes by quickly glancing over his shoulder. With the skunk still coughing and gagging, Sydney grabbed the back of his head with a hand that was probably strong enough to crush it, and immediately pulled him forwards. The skunk’s face was plunged back into the musky, blubbery embrace of the dragon’s ass and it welcome him with by hugging his head between the two bulging asscheeks. Stripes' face stretched the underwear around it, the fabric becoming tight and consequently forcing his mouth open. 

Sydney grunted, loudly, mostly just to tease Stripes about just how forceful he was being about his gas. The skunk felt the dragon’s warm asscheeks flex outwards against his face briefly, before yet another bombastic, airy fart rippled across his face. ‘FRRRRRMMMPPPFFFTTT!’. It felt like he was falling through the air, the pressure of the breeze enough to force his nostrils to puff up just to accompany the huge surge of gas flowing into them. The heat of Sydney’s farts made him start to sweat, making the scales of his asscrack slick and sticky. The dragon’s farts were so bassy as well that he could feel them rumbling through him, shaking the skunk to his very core. 

The stench never seemed to leave the vicinity of Sydney’s giant ass either. Even though his plump, squidgy tailhole practically rocket-blasted farts out of his ass, the thick fumes lingered, sticking to Stripes' face and making him feel sick from the heat. The dragon let that fart fester for a moment, Stripes stuck dealing with the aftermath that violated his nostrils and nearly melted away his fur. Syd didn’t want to let it go to waste, though. 
“Sniff…” His voice came from above, filling the mephit’s ears like some omnipotent being that sat above the clouds. “Sniff..” Sydney repeated, clenching his ass tightly around the skunk’s head. He groaned in pain, skull creaking under the pressure, and so he immediately obliged. Stripes sniffed, long and hard, but immediately regretted it.

Sydney’s gas seemed to get stuck in his nose, the fumes being just that dry and hard to take in. He had no choice but to sniff again, and again, and again, to the point where he was whimpering to himself as he tried his best not to gag on the smells torturing his olfactory senses. With his face crammed in Sydney’s giant backside like a butt-plug, held in place by the dragon’s hand, the growth his suffering fueled was even more evident that before. Stripes could feel Sydney’s muscular rump pulse and expand against his face, cheeks bulging like two balloons being slowly inflated. He could hear the creaking of those super-tight underwear too, threatening to burst as their load became too much. 

The skunk’s feet even started to lift up off the ground, Sydney’s legs becoming longer and thicker, and his ass getting higher up. Stripes' legs dangled, the skunk kicking them in panic as the floor was lost beneath him. By now, the dragon’s ass felt like two gym balls crushing against his snout, yet still they continued to expand. He could feel the cushy, malleable surface of Sydney’s bubblebutt grow around the side of his head, until they were soon starting to bulge around the back. Sydney even flexed and tensed them to show off his superiority, the cheeks becoming rock-solid and so firm that Stripes couldn’t move his head at all! It was like his skull had been clamped in place, with his body dangling helplessly below. Sydney relaxed, chuckled to himself and gently slapped his ass. Both cheeks broke out into a fit of wobbles, shaking against Stripes' face as the fat inside them rippled. Sydney had the sort of ass you’d see on a stripper, meaning it that that perfect amount of blubber to be able to put into a mesmerizingly sexy motion when spanked.

Stripes was almost completely devoured by the dragon’s ass, all this growth caused by a single, albeit noxious fart. Still, Sydney needed more, so he cupped his hand over Stripes' head and formed a seal between it and his clenched tailhole. Sydney now reached sixteen foot in height, and had to crouch as not to have his head buried in the ceiling. His underwear were at their limits, meaning he’d soon need a replacement. Given how tight they were, Stripes couldn’t deny that Sydney’s ass was a glorious sight, those cheeks being displayed perfectly like two bulbous, warm masses of art. It was a shame though, that the skunk’s face was stuck between them. A gurgle came from above, like an announcement that hell was about to be unleashed.

“Hnnnnggg..~ Here comes more, skunk. I want you to sniff this one up, appreciate the disgusting fumes of a superior being!” 

‘PppprrrrrrpppPTPTPTPTPPPT!’ 

“Aahh.. Take that one in, let it warm your lungs..”
‘Frrrrrappptttt!’ ‘Brrrmmmpppttt!’ ‘Pprrrrppppptt!’ 

The first fart had been awful. It was so sputtery that Sydney’s asscheeks vibrated and jiggled rapidly as it rippled out, shaking Stripes' head around between them and making him feel rather dizzy. With Sydney’s hand cupped around the back of his skull as well, the gas didn’t go anywhere, instead getting trapped with the skunk, who was currently whimpering in defeat as he was forced to sniff yet another rancid dragon fart. He didn’t expect three more farts to follow though, each one rippled out against his face with so much power that a few furs were blown off! His body recoiled and he groaned into Sydney’s ass, wriggling and trying to wedge his face free.

He could do no such thing, and as Syd felt his protests increase, he responded by clenching his asscheeks and letting loose an airy ‘fffffffrrrrrppptttt’ up Stripes' nose. Being in the very centre of Sydney’s tempestuous fart-storm meant taking the brunt of each and every ass-ripper. With furniture being blasted away behind the dragon as he let out a guffaw of noxious poots, and the walls bulging due to the pressure and force rippling through the air, it was a wonder Stripes managed to survive. Once again, ironically, Sydney’s ass was his ‘saviour’, those cheeks - each one now five times the size of the skunk’s ahead alone - absorbed most of the force, but did so by jiggling violently against his face. In fact, Sydney had gotten so big that most of the skunk’s upper torso was devoured between those bubbly, white moons. 

Stripes was now nowhere near being able to touch the ground, suspended in the air by two chunky dragon buttocks. As he squirmed and kicked around, body suffering on the dragon’s fumes, he could feel his feet brush against what felt like the back of Sydney’s knees. Realising the dragon had gotten that big filled the skunk with dismay. He was past the point of no return. He could’ve escaped before, but now he realised there was no hope, no salvation for him. All he had was farts, and lots of them at that. Sydney’s underwear also reached that very same point of no return, the fabric starting to tear and rip in places. The waistband frayed around his white, muscled hips and the leg-holes stretched around his thick legs. The seams in the back began to pop too, buckling under the majesty and scale of his bulbous bubblebutt. 

“Mmm..~ Seems I’ve outgrown normal clothing.” Sydney cackled, mostly ignoring the fact that he now had to squat down to avoid destroying the ceiling. His tail swished with delight and he purred to himself, his voice now so deep and powerful that it was on a similar scale to his farts - it just demanded immense respect. Casually, and without much thought, he farted again, blasting Stripes' face with a shotgun blast of air-biscuits; ‘Pprrrpt!’ ‘Frrrpt!’ PrrapppPPTTT!’ The first two ruffled through the skunk’s fur and shook his nostrils, fairly standard compared to what he faced so far. He was even stupid enough to think he could deal with them, but then that third one came. It started off standard, two seconds of steamy gas burning his face, but then it turned turbulent. For three seconds an unnatural amount of gas surged from Sydney’s bowels, enough to fill the room twice over! It rushed against Stripes' face and blasted it free from the warm, ‘hugging’ embrace of the dragon’s fat ass. He flew backwards and hit the floor, whilst the wall behind him literally shattered under the power of Sydney’s formidable guff. 

Sydney hadn’t expected it to be so powerful, so he erupted into laughter as he witnessed the true potential of his newfound strength. “HAH! Observe, skunk, even buildings crumble before me!” Stripes, however, was too dazed to be able to notice the ruckus behind him. He’d fallen flat on his back, wheezing for air but found little that was clean. The entire lab reeked of dragon ass, and even with a new giant hole in the side of it, Sydney’s farts were so thick and stale, so repugnant than even a flow of clean air didn’t dilute or make the fetid smell any better. Despite this, Sydney happily sniffed at the air, basking in a sea of his own revolting stench. The gas was so thick and fumey that the steaming air was visible as it was sucked up into his nostrils. 

“Perfect..~” he cooed, quickly removing the scraps of underwear that still clung to his hips. He tossed them aside, making sure that the sweat-soaked piece of fabric that had been lodged in his ass landed at Stripes' feet. The skunk’s nose twitched at the smell it oozed with, immediately sitting up and shuffling away from the revolting scrap of underwear. Doing so meant he finally caught a glimpse of Sydney’s latest form, Stripes' heart immediately sinking into his chest when he noticed how large the dragon had gotten. He didn’t even look like a normal bipedal drake anymore, Sydney truly did now look like the lumbering, feral beasts he had been fantasizing so much about. 

Now completely naked, the dragon needed to find a substitute for his ruined underwear, and he had just the solution. The fabric he had prepared before any of this began, the stretchy, tactile stuff Stripes had helped him develop, was still neatly folded despite the carnage that had unravelled inside the laboratory. Sydney plucked it up carefully between two clawed fingers - the skunk realised that each claw was now half as long as his arm - and stretched it out. Quickly, Stripes realised that the material had been fashioned into a white pair of boxer-briefs, complete with seams to be able to correctly fit around someone’s waist. A grin started to appear on Sydney’s lips, one so unnerving that the skunk gulped. 

Sydney noticed and cackled, licking at the fart-filled air with his tongue.
“Don’t be scared, little skunk, using my own superior ingenuity, I’ve fashioned a pair of underwear that shall allow you to continue my growth, even as I reacha  God-like size.” Sydney explained, being sure to put that extra, cruel emphasis on the word ‘little’, which jabbed right at Stripes and elicited a groan. He felt pathetic, helpless and completely forsaken in the hands of the dragon. Such feelings were only amplified when Sydney turned the underwear around, revealing the backside of them. In the middle, directly on the seam that’d be fitting snugly between the dragon’s giant, fat asscheeks, was a little pocket sewn firmly onto the seat. 

It didn’t take much of the skunk’s imagination to realise what that pocket was for, and the look on his face made to clear to Sydney that he’d already figured it out. The dragon just sneered, stomach grumbling a little. 
“I hope you’ll like it in there, servant, spending the rest of your days pressed against my ass, feeling my glorious asscheeks expand against your worthless little face. You may as well start worshipping my ass now, boy.” Sydney announced, voice grumbling with a sense of pride. What he had already achieved did indeed fill him with pride, as well as copious amounts of gas. Without much care, he began to quickly slip on the underwear. Whilst they looked incredibly small, as they slid further up his legs, up to his chunky thighs, they began to rapidly stretch. It took a bit of effort to initially get them over his gigantic bubblebutt, the motion of doing such resulting in his elbow digging into the wall behind him, shattering the concrete and exposing the steel foundations. 

Eventually, with most of the lab flattened underneath his might, Sydney was back in a tight fitting pair of underwear, his ass and junk now emphasised in all their glory by the snug fabric. The dragon’s stomach grumbled again, becoming a little bloated as he hadn’t farted in a fair amount of time. Gas had amassed in his stomach, brewing for several minutes, and the wet, unnerving gurgles coming from that gut had Stripes cringing. He knew that whatever blast came next would be revolting, explosive, and definitely not the type of fart he wanted blowing against his face. Naturally, he didn’t have much choice, especially when he was buried in rubble. He could easily dislodge it, but not in a discrete manner. The skunk glared up at the dragon - it was not only humiliating but infuriating too. With a massive hole blown out of the wall behind him, he had a chance of escape, but with Sydney at the size he was now, he could’ve outrun him.

Stripes' ears drooped low and he admitted defeat, his powerlessness hanging heavy in his heart. Sydney took note and smirked, leaning forwards as to address the skunk directly. 
“What’s the matter, little skunk? Feeling a bit blue? Down in the dumps, perhaps?” The dragon sounded truly empathetic and caring, but the sinister glare blazing in his eyes said different. “Maybe a trip down memory lane will help you smile a little..” Sydney mused, looking around the room. He quickly turned around, his head scraping against the ceiling and his horns tearing through it. As the dragon turned around, Stripes caught a glimpse of his ass and groaned. Sure enough, despite the stretchy fabric, the pocket in the middle was applied firmly to his asscrack, almost getting stuck inside like a wedgie. Although, he did note that he was far too big to fit inside just yet - whilst that should have been comforting on first thought, deeper thinking elluded to the fact that it simply meant Sydney needed to grow bigger.. Which meant Stripes sniffing more torturous farts. 

Sydney, meanwhile, realised what he was looking for could be found in the opposite room. Rather than carefully poking a hand through the door, or even sending his ‘servant’ to get it, he effortlessly punched his fist through the wall and snatched it in his hand. Sydney didn’t even flinch at the motion, it was just that easy for him to tear apart literal buildings now. Stripes curled up, submitting to a power that immense. As the dragon’s hand was pulled back into the room, it had with it a large, scrunched up mass of blue plastic. It took a moment to figure out what it was, but Stripes soon realised it was the large oxygen tent he had to quarantine because Sydney had accidentally farted in to so much that it wasn’t ‘fit for purpose’ anymore. 

“I think you’ll remember this, skunk. The very first place you suffered at the power of my ass. Even if you don’t, I’ll remind you anyway. It looks like you could use the cheering up.” Sydney chuckled, voice now so strong that it shook dust from the broken walls. Stripes whined, shaking his head frantically.
“Please! Sydney, I-..”
The dragon interrupted him by snarling out with: “That’s SIR to you, little skunk.”
“Sir! Please.. I can’t.. Just.. Your farts!”
“My farts?”
“They’re too strong!” the skunk wheezed, the dragon’s farts embedded in his lungs so much that as he spoke he could feel the taste of them re-entering his mouth. 
“Too strong for who? You? HAH! As if I care. Remember, stupid creature, that the more you suffer, the more powerful I become. My farts being ‘too strong’ is exactly what I want.” Sydney growled, a grumble coming from his bowels and a chuckle from his throat.

Stripes realised his mistake and just responded with a whimper - Any kindness in Sydney was gone, replaced only with a mad pursuit for power. It was also made clear to the skunk that he could never get used to Sydney’s farts, never have a chance at coping with them. Every time he’d come close, their raunchy stench, explosive power and earth-rumbling force would only increase. The dragon shifted, bringing the skunk’s attention back onto him. The floor underneath Sydney was completely gone, tiles turned to mere dust under his immense weight. Even the solid, concrete foundations underneath began to crack a little. 

Carefully, the dragon unfolded the oxygen tent they’d used in several experiments and dusted it off. To Stripes, the tent was huge, enough to house several tables and other important equipment went completely set up. But in the dragon’s hands, it looked like a little plastic bag. He brought it up to his lips and carefully blew inside, watching it quickly inflate like a balloon. He let his breath escape from it and smiled. Sydney placed it between his legs and spread it open, so that the entrance was nice and wide.
“Good..~” he snickered, setting his eyes back on Stripes. “It’s still airtight. Now, how about we help you calm down, hmm?” With that, Sydney lunged forwards and snatched the skunk up in his paws. He wasn’t big enough to pick him up with one hand, but the skunk didn’t stand a chance as both sets of clawed fingers wrapped around him. 

He wiggled and kicked, trying to squirm himself free from the dragon’s grasp, but in response Sydney tightened his grip, making the little creature wheeze between his fingers. To the dragon, Stripes was like a little toy, one he could break at any moment. Despite this, Sydney still used the utmost care as he lifted him up, bringing him on level with his eyes. 
“You’ll enjoy this next part, little skunk. Have you ever heard of a dragon oven?” he asked, eyes glinting. 
In the world of Sydney and Stripes, dutch ovens didn’t exist. That particular term wasn’t used. Instead, the infamous prank of trapping someone under the covers and letting loose an obnoxious butt-blast was dubbed a ‘dragon oven’. Mostly because it was  the dragons who used that little trick, often on the people who happened to tease them about their flatulence.

Stripes simply nodded - despite the dazed, ruined state he was in due to huffing what he realised must’ve been at least one hundred farts so far, he could still think coherently enough to understand what the tent was going to be used for. 
“I asked you a question, answer it.” Sydney barked, gnashing his teeth. Stripes nodded again, realising he could delay the inevitable out a little further. Unfortunately, that didn’t go according to plan as the dragon suddenly started to squeeze the dragon more and more, snarling with annoyance as he did so. 
“Gaaahhh! S-stop! Stop! Yes.. I know what a dragon oven is!” Stripes squealed, his three tails twitching in Syd’s grasp. 
“Good,” Sydney began, immediately returning to a cool, calm state of being - with an added flare of sadism mixed in - “Then I won't have to explain then!” he chirped, before suddenly letting Stripes go. 

The skunk didn’t fall far, merely down into the bottom of the tent, which currently had a wide opening. 
He landed in the bottom of it and rubbed his head, groaning. The skunk carefully stood up and dusted himself off, still a little woozy from all the farts. He felt the plastic of the tent crinkle underneath his feet. It was clear, slightly frosted as to give some privacy to the experiments going on inside, but he could see Sydney through it. The dragon snatched the tent with his claws and picked it up, Stripes suddenly falling over again as the floor vanished beneath him. He was suspended in the air by the plastic, it stretching around his body. The mephit could see the broken, crumbling ceiling above him out through the tent’s entrance, and with it he could just about tell where Sydney was moving him to. 

First, he noticed the tent move so low that he was almost touching the floor again, then he got a view of the dragon’s legs, able to see up between them at the dragon’s musky, underwear-covered taint. A huge bulge sat between his legs too, Sydney’s tight underwear showing off his junk perfectly. Finally, much to Stripes' worry, the tent started to quickly get closer and closer to Sydney’s giant ass. The dragon was squatting down, legs bent so that he didn’t burst through the ceiling any more than he already had, but mostly so that his spreads were spread nice and wide. His tailhole bulged between them, slightly visible through the tight fabric of his underwear, now clenching and working overtime just to keep those farts bottled up. Stripes gripped onto the plastic tightly to steady himself as he braced for impact. 

The tent was quickly sealed around Sydney’s giant tailhole, the dragon using his fingers to hold it in place. The entrance was thoroughly wedged between those two those, bubbly bumcheeks, stopping any air from getting inside. Sydney’s diabolical laughter could be heard thundering above, followed shortly by a gurgling coming from his bowels. “Hear that? Mm, I can feel this one churning away in my bowels, just begging to come out.” Sydney teased, the excitement in his voice painfully obvious. Stripes curled up into a little ball at the bottom of the tent and braced himself for the worst. Nothing could prepare him for what followed. 

‘FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBLBLBLBLTLTT!’

Almost immediately a colossal wave of reeking, fetid gas ploughed out of Sydney’s ass, forcing his cheeks to spread just so the chaotic, tempestuous gale-force fart could escape his bowels. The tent rapidly inflated like a balloon, filling with gas so hot that it felt like Stripes had just stepped into a sauna. The smell was unrivalled - It was worse than swamp gas, filling the tent and forcefully flooding into his nostrils. It had so much force behind it that the skunk was pinned against the plastic behind him, not even able to lift his head as wave after wave of noxious fumes thundered past him. But it didn’t stop there, three more farts ruptured out, sending visible shimmers through the air:

‘BRRRMMPPPPT!’ ‘PRRRFFFPPPT!’ ‘BRRRRRLOOOPRRRPPPT!’ 

Stripes coughed and gagged, his body desperate to rid his lungs of that vile, overwhelming air. But he couldn’t! Each time he spat out a mouthful of farts another, more disgusting gush of flatus took its place. He swallowed mouthful after mouthful of flatulence in his panic, the air inside the tent a thick, smoggy green, a literal miasma of dragon-gas. His entire body was numb, full of a pins-and-needles type feeling, stunned due to the power of the farts he’d just witnessed firsthand. To make things worse, the more he suffered, the more Sydney’s ass grew, those giant, white asscheeks quickly starting to look like literal moons in the sky. 

Being careful to keep the tent sealed, the sadistic dragon quickly removed it from his pudgy rump and lifted it up to his eyes. The plastic had been so stretched that he could see Stripes perfectly inside, even through all the green, steamy fumes that wisped around like ghosts made of farts. Sydney just smiled, releasing a few casual, rancid farts that shattered the concrete underneath him, sending chunks of building flying through the air. ‘PHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRBT!’ He stared into the ballooned out tent like a child would at a bag with a fish inside. An apt comparison, given that Stripes was now just a mere pet, a lesser plaything to the dragon. 

“Watch. Watch me grow, skunk!” Sydney howled, body pulsing as it quickly expanded due to all the torturous fumes violating the mephit’s nostrils inside that fart-filled tent. Not only had those rotten rumblers been left to cook in Sydney’s bowels, but there was absolutely nothing to dilute them. What Stripes was sniffing now was pure, untainted dragon fart, and it was horrible. Sure enough, as he nearly cooked inside the hot, steamy ‘dragon oven’ he could see Sydney quickly growing taller and taller. The ceiling finally crumbled over his head, dust and chunks clambered to the floor and rolled painlessly off his shoulders. The walls buckled outwards, bricks falling into messy piles of debris. 

All Stripes could hear was the deafening sound of the laboratory being demolished, followed shortly after by a chuckle so loud it sounded like thunder. Out of the stretched, foggy plastic of the oxygen tent he could make out Sydney’s now giant form. A constant stream of fart violated his nose, and so more energy empowered Sydney. Stripes didn’t have any nose hairs left, all of them had either been burnt by the dragon’s bubbly poots, or simply blown away by his gale-force ass-winds. 
“Little, pathetic worm..” Sydney suddenly called out, glaring into the fart-filled tent containing his victim. “Look at you, a mess.. A wretched creature so small I could crush you with a finger. Now look at me, I stand so tall I could almost reach the skies! I do not need the flight that my winged brethren so selfishly cherish.  But it’s not enough, I need more.” the dragon snarled, opening the tent and sticking his hand inside. 

Finally, Sydney could now pick Stripes up effortlessly with one hand, clutching the skunk carefully with his scaled fingers. The dragon’s index finger was close to being bigger than the skunk alone, coiled around the top of Stripes' chest like a snake. The skunk now looked tiny. Sydney had reached the mammoth height of forty foot tall, standing proudly as the earth crumbled underfoot. 
“Finally, little, tiny skunk, you can take your rightful place under my tail, the rest of your days spent sniffing my farts, fueling my ascent to power!” Sydney exclaimed, his voice booming across the lands. “Let’s get you comfy, shall we?” 

Stripes couldn’t be more terrified, as Sydney’s ass seemed to fill the sky above him. Sure enough, underneath that tail, steaming with fumes, was the little pocket made just for him. The very same words he’d heard before filled his ears, taunting him and filling him with dread.

““I’m not done with you yet, skunk. Not. Even. Close.”