Steam rises up from the pipeline contraptions, fueling society and industry in the world above. But in the community below, where the smallfolk toil endlessly to feed those overworlders, there is no slice of society's pie.
For Kikkajik, there is no greater injustice than to be reduced to a manual laborer. He was once a great scholar of arcane arts. The aristocrats up above forsook those old ways for their steam-powered alternatives. Only a select few continue the legacy of magical tradition. The gray and black kobold toiled in the humid, moldy environment of the pipe labyrinth, watching as others worked themselves to death while working underneath the heel of the Overseer.
Well, no more.
Kikkajik drops his wrench and marches his way towards the welcoming chamber, where the overseer lounges in a pool of fresh and clear water, desalinated, purified, and ready for consumption by the people above. There, only the richest of the rich partook in the crisp taste of water. Everyone loved the enhancements offered by the dragon's magical body. Not everyone above knew that their world was actually powered by the magical run-off of an ancient beast. Kikkajik knows, and he's tired of being under the foot of this boorish creature that dares call itself a majestic dragon.
Kikkajik disrobes and hops into the pool, which splashes up to his knees. The ripples in the shallow waters awakens the Overseer, and his green eyes stare ahead at the upstart. He raises his head, water dribbling down his blue neck and teal chest, his wings spreading wide. Already mildly irritated that his nap was interrupted, his gaze immediately hardens to aggravation as he sees who has approached him. "What are you doing here, slave? I am not to be disturbed unless it's an emergency!" the Overseer growls. "Return to your post and stop fouling this magnificent resource!"
"Overseer!" Kikkajik yaps, pointing towards the blue-scaled dragon. "I've had enough of this life of endless servitude! Your time here is over! I demand the position of Overseer from you!"
The Overseer chuckles at that. "You wish to take the position from me? Bold words from a weakling like you! If that's the hill you want to die on, then so be it!"
With that, he spreads his wings and roars, the reverberations rumbling through the pipes lining the walls and echoing down the stone and metal corridors.
Kikkajik's spellwork weaves through his fingers, and lightning erupts, striking at the dragon and rippling across the conductive water.
The Overseer snarls, stumbling forward, not expecting the magical attack from the tiny creature. He uses his size advantage, swiping at the kobold. The mage lifts himself from the water, pointing a finger at him and firing another blast.
This magical hit strikes the dragon in the eye, causing him to wince and rub at it before reopening it. "Enough! You want to manage this water? Let's see how well you handle it!"
With that, the dragon rears up on his hind legs and slams a fist right into one of the larger pipes. The water bursts free, pouring forth into the chamber, quickly upsetting the tiny wading area.
"You fool, I can fly!" The kobold boasts.
"This isn't to drown you," the dragon responds, a smirk spreading over his mouth. He then turns towards the pipe, grabbing hold of it with both hands. He opens his maw wide and plants it around the gushing opening.
Kikkajik watches this with his jaw agape, lowering his arms while he stares.
The Overseer stares back at him, all the while gulping down liter after liter of water. His claws dig deep into the metal, scratching the already destroyed surface. Trickles of water dribble down his chin. His jaw and his throat bulge with each gulp. And the more he drinks, the more his stomach grows. He becomes larger and larger, his azure belly scales stretching and groaning in protest, until finally, his belly button pops out. Underneath, his pink penis flops out of its sheath. His once lean and well-toned body now sports a massive, bulging belly entirely and utterly filled with water.
The Overseer lets go, gasping and letting more water run down over his wet, scaly body. At this size, he looks like he swallowed an adult dragon whole! He runs a hand over his chin and smiles. "How about that?" He says, turning slowly towards his opponent, patting his distended belly. "With all this water inside me, your attacks will not harm me anymore!" He sits on his hind legs, spreading his arms wide. "Go ahead and do your worst!"
Kikkajik holds his hands close together, forming a ball of energy. He hefts it high over his head and spikes it down at the dragon. The attack flies fast, but curves down towards his belly, where it strikes, rippling over his body.
The dragon barks, his hands upon his hips. "Bah-hah-hah! There, you see? No one can take my place because no one can harm me. The water pooled in my body disperses all damage! Now, I shall give you one last chance to return to your place, slave!"
The kobold attempts another attack. Sure, Kikkajik's magic is more potent as a water spell, but he has crafted others. His fingers crackle, and ozone fills the air. He fires off the discharged static from his fingertips. The electricity crackles throughout the water and up along the watery Overseer's body. All it does is cause his impressive girth to jiggle and waver, sending ripples throughout the pool.
"No, not even electric attacks can stop me, you pitiful little kobold. I am almighty and immovable!" When he bellows, he smacks his stomach, which undulates more. His uproarious laugh sees his cock slosh around in its semi-limp glory, splashing over the tiny pool beneath his impressive girth. But Kikkajik pauses a moment. Is that it? He cannot be moved, but can he move? Is that the key?
The kobold's body trembles at the grotesque display before him. But, he does not lower himself down. Instead, he charges up another magical attack, mumbling the words of power necessary to bring about the might that he needs.
"You still wish to fight me? It'll be your undoing!" The dragon's voice garbles with the water sloshing through his form. His stomach jiggling like a water balloon as he taunts. He gives his gut a haughty shake and spreads his arms wide, ready to counter the upstart's next move. His partially-flaccid cock flops and splashes beneath him as he lurches his belly.
Kikkajik launches the ball of magic, not aimed at the dragon this time, but at the water itself. The Overseer's eyes widen, but the geyser of water that shoots up from beneath him hits him square in the jaw. With a groan, he topples back, splashing into the pool with his overinflated stomach bulging all around him.
The Overseer wobbles back and forth, trying to get himself up, but his stomach is much too filled with gallons upon gallons of water. He whimpers, laying there on the water, sputtering as the cracked pipe pours more water over his face and into his mouth.
Kikkajik floats down, landing at the dragon's feet. "Easy," the mage replies. "I noticed the water flowing over your body. It wasn't dispersing like my energy blast. That meant you allowed your defenses to fall against anything aquatic. All it took was for me to blast the water into you to knock you over."
The dragon groans, his legs twitching, his stomach undulating. His dick rises up into the air as blood starts flowing into it while he groans, trying to cough the water up, but so much comes out of the pipe.
Kikkajik watches this display, tilting his head and scratching his chin. "Something the matter, Overseer? Either you're happy to see me or something is going terribly wrong." This time, it's the kobold's turn to wear the smug smirk.
The Overseer whimpers. Try and flail as he might, his own waterlogged belly keeps him unable to move. It was just too big and bulky for his lean frame to handle. And he only kept getting heavier.
"Why don't you just give up and let me have your job, and I'll use my magic to get you back up, huh?"
"N... no!" he coughs, gulping down some more water after speaking, "paah!"
"You filled yourself up to the brim earlier. Drinking more can't be healthy, and yet, here you are."
The Overseer's cock twitches, now fully erect. He becomes acutely aware of a rapidly-growing feeling in his nethers, a feeling all too familiar to him...
"You know, It's funny that the people drink what's essentially dragon bathwater, but you look like a clean fellow. Let me ask you a question: do you ever piss in the water supply?"
The dragon shakes his head, rocking back and forth, his knees squeezing, but he's so bulgy, they can't reach around his waterlogged belly.
"Ah, I see. And, what exactly would happen if you were to let it out, hm? All that water has to come out sometime... What would happen if you couldn't cough it back up, if it had to come out of your cock instead? What would happen if you had to piss it all back out right here in this nice, clean water?"
A few golden drops pearl up from the tip of the Overseer's cock. They trickle down his length, tickling at his sensitive flesh. His pupils narrow in panic as he realizes what's at stake. The more he unwillingly drinks, the further he bloats with the excess. And the further he bloats, the stronger the urge to relieve himself gets. He fruitlessly attempts to cross his hind legs to help hold it in.
The dragon tries to close his mouth, but the water keeps flowing in through his nose. It causes him to cough, and he just drinks more and more without intending to.
"I see, I see, well obviously you don't like it, so, I'm going to give you one last chance, Overseer. Give up to me, or give up your precious clean water, got it?"
The water from the pipe finally breaks off. Its connection to the source severed means that it would have to stop eventually. This ultimately gives the Overseer a chance to sputter and speak. He grits his teeth and stares at the kobold with an intense gaze. "Never, you upstart! When I get up, you'll be treated with such severe punishment, your name will ring as a legend!"
The Overseer opens his mouth wide, and his entire bulging form quakes in the preamble of a massive vomit of water.
Kikkajik rushes up to his throat, his fingers prodding long nails against the dragon's scales. The Overseer coughs, but it comes up dry, and his voice is hoarse in response. "W... what did you do!?"
"A little healing magic," the kobold says, with a sneer on his snout. "Something to keep someone from regurgitating. Originally for keeping food down, but it looks like it also works on your little trick, Overseer. Let me guess, that water you have stored in you, when you expel it from your throat, it is just as pure as when you consumed it, correct? But what about that other end you're so concerned about?" The kobold still stands beside the dragon, looking at the hard phallus twitching and veiny, nearly bursting.
The Overseer whimpers. "N-no! Don't you even dare! Unhand my mouth with your spell, you cretin!" He sweats nervously; the pressure in his nethers is growing unbearable, but if he pees now, his water will be ruined!
Kikkajik ignores the dragon's demand and the kobold beams with selfish glee. But, it isn't the dragon's mouth he is after, oh no. This whole time, he's noticed just how hard the dragon has become during the course of this battle. He scampers his way up along the swollen, near-bursting belly, and the dragon groans from the pressure of tiny kobold feet upon his filled form. But soon, Kikkajik slides down the scaled stomach and down between his thighs, resting with his legs wrapping around the giant shaft. "Look at this," the kobold teases, placing his hands around the base of the long pole. "You're down on your back, humiliated by a tiny little thing like me, and yet, you're as hard as a rock!"
"Y... you impudent little-- aah!"
Kikkajik's fingers tickle up along the base, and he leans closer to the thing, letting his hot breath caress over it. "Aah... ha.... Yes, you're turned on by my domination aren't you? Turned on by how you can't move and how you can't do anything about it."
"You lying little vermin!" the dragon coughs. "I'm just like that because I have to go-aah!?" The dragon's words are cut off when he feels the mouth of the kobold graze over the tip of the head. "W..., what are you? You perverse little, ah!?"
Kikkajik's tongue lashes over the head, teasing the sensitive organ even more. The kobold never thought he'd be giving this slavedriver head, but the way he squealed and gasped from every little torture was music to the kobold's ears.
He pulls away, looking over his shoulder to the dragon, a sinister sneer on his face. He turns back, only to find that there's something fluid and yellow beading up at the tip of the dragon's cock. His eyes widen, and his heart races. Is that... is the dragon on the brink of pissing himself?
"D... don't you..." the dragon starts, though he snaps his mouth shut. The kobold looks back to the bead, quivering from the twitching cock. It'll be gone in a moment, dripping down towards the pool. And by then, the moment will be gone, and the opportunity to further humiliate the Overseer gone with it, and yet... dare he do it?
He does.
Before anyone could say anything, Kikkajik's mouth wraps around that head, his body hugging the cock. His tongue presses against the tip and slurps, loudly, just so he the dragon would hear it, as well as feel it.
The dragon groans, throwing his head back and trying to cover his face in shame, all the while using every ounce of his willpower to keep the trapped flood from coming out. Even so, he involuntarily pisses  a bit  into Kikkajik's maw, filling it with dragon urine and making the mage's cheeks bulge. Meanwhile, Kikkajik shudders as he gulps down the salty, acrid liquid, hiding back the tears in his eyes. "Oh gods..." he murmurs, "that was v... vile... but..." he glances over to the dragon. "It... it was so worth it!" The bitterness of the dragon's urine is no match for the sweet poetic justice he felt from this! While relishing in the beast's reactions, his gaze moves up the mountainous belly to the peak, where he sees the dragon's navel. Now aware of just how close the beast is to losing control of his bladder, he hatches a plan to send him over the edge.
The dark-scaled spellcaster crawls back up on top of that impressive belly. Kikkajik scampers up and stands up just in front of the belly-button, poking out. His toes curl over the scales, feeling the squish. The dragon underneath of him groans. Kikkajik asks with a sly tone, "Gee, I wonder what this unsightly thing would do if I did something to it?"
"Y... you wouldn't dare! To touch me there is a great dishon-aah!"
The kobold prods the button with a heel, staring up at the dragon's dick. The cock rocks back and the golden pearling liquid trickles down slightly, rolling down the impressive shaft, but drying up just before touching the water. Perfect. The outie pops back into place, as if it weren't pressed at all. "Ah, so that's what it does," Kikkajik says with a sneer.
"You're a beast and a heathen!" the Overseer whines.
The kobold doesn't pay attention to him and stomps on the belly button. It pushes down further. A squirt shoots up into the sky in glistening gold. A few of the drops land upon the dragon's thigh and into the water. Such a small splash would go unnoticed amid the bath in the underground, but the dragon is holding in far more than merely a tiny splash.
"N... no... please, please don't!" The Overseer whines. He frantically paws and kicks at his rotund belly in a futile effort to stop the kobold. However, Kikkajik was well out of the bloated dragon's reach.
"Ah, well, then, you concede?" The kobold says. "You'll give me control of the water supply and leave this place for good?"
The dragon doesn't respond to that, looking away as best as he can from his opponent.
"I see. Well, I knew it would come to this," the kobold said. "Your total and utter defeat at the hands of a lowly creature."
Is it the water from the pool or tears that run down the dragon's face? "Please... I don't... I don't want to pee myself..." he whimpers.
"That's behavior highly unbecoming of your status, oh Overseer of the golden shower!" With that, the kobold leaps up into the air, using his magic to heighten his jump. The Overseer can't help but sigh once the pressure on his swollen belly disappears. That sigh is quickly replaced with a terrible scream of humiliation and stress as he sees the spellcaster come crashing down. For a moment later, two heels press down on that giant belly button and the kobold sinks into the large, bloated form
And the dams burst for the dragon, finally letting it all out.
Everything seems to have slowed down for the Overseer. The unbearable pressure that had spread throughout his stomach now only exists in two places. One is where his outie presses inside into him once more, pounded by the clawed feet of the kobold. The second location is at the swelling and hardened cock. The rod had been teased and played with to his utter chagrin. But soon, the kobold sinks down into the bulk of the flooded dragon, his feet disappearing into his navel. The Overseer groans, knowing that he has lost and that the ultimate humiliation was just about to erupt right out of him.
With a powerful spray, the geyser that is his cock explodes in golden glory, creating a fountain in the center of his majestic bath. It shoots up so high that the spray strikes the ceiling, spreading out over the tiles and raining down in a golden shower over the kobold and over the dragon.
"No, Noooo, Nooooooo!" The dragon wails pathetically in defeat as he sees and feels his failure rapidly flooding out of him. His urethra muscles have wholly given up, and no matter how hard he tries, the Overseer couldn't stop the humiliating flow of piss. The pressure still keeps the urine flying in a high arch even after it stops showering the ceiling, a golden fountain of piss hissing from his own member.
He tries now to escape from any further pain to his ego by attempting to roll back onto his feet. This only makes his cock flop around like a wild hose, spraying the walls, the pipes, and even himself and the kobold. He continues his futile flailing as his belly shrinks, but he couldn't stop his piss stream . The water around them becomes warm and discolors with the acidic substance, rising up just a bit more around them from the sheer volume of it all.
The dragon's uncontrollable peeing goes on and on in spite of the beast's efforts to stop the humiliation. Finally, after a solid three minutes of showering the room in his liquid gold, the dragon's stream starts dying down, slowly reducing itself to a weak tinkling arch. Kikkajik stands on the flat belly, practically drenched and a little more yellow than he was when he started, but victorious, he knew it. The dragon has no reason to remain laying there, and yet, he does.
Sniffling, the dragon whines and buries his face in his scaly forepaws. "Noo... my... my life is over! You've ruined me. I can't believe you made me piss into all my clean water... They'll never let me live it down." His flaccid cock kept trickling the last of his pee into the water.
"There is one way out of this," the kobold says.
"W... what? How?"
"Resign, and no one will ever find out it was you."
"Wait.. You would...?" the dragon asks, completely blind-sided.
"Just give me your job, you pathetic little worm!" The kobold snaps, stamping his foot on the dragon's now-flat belly, forcing out another spurt from his cock.
The dragon relents and nods. "F... fine. You're the Overseer now. The kobolds and the rest of the slaves are yours to command as you see fit." His cock continues hissing softly with a light stream of urine. .
"That includes you," Kikkajik says, holding up his hand.
"Y... yes, of course. All Hail Kikkajik, the Overseer!".
Kikkijik smirks when he hears those words. He stomps on up along the dragon's body, planting his foot against the defeated creature's cheek, dunking half of his face into the dirty water. "So, for too long, you've made my brethren and myself slaves. You made us feel like we were worse than shit. Now, you're the one wallowing in piss. I'll save this place, but you are my slave forever, and I can make you like this again." The superior kobold looks up towards the dripping, piss-soaked ceiling and ponders out loud. "That said, 'slave' is a rather harsh word... I intend to give my fellow kobolds much more respect than you've ever shown them. Unlike under your rule, they'll be given rights and a decent wage. I'll even share some of that respect with you..." He leers threateningly at the former-Overseer and adds,"...provided you show me you deserve it." Kikkajik glances over to the dragon's member, waiting for the dragon to finish relieving himself. He couldn't help but crack a smirk at what he just accomplished. Seeing the dragon urinating into the very water that he was so proud of gave the mage a satisfying sense of justice.
The dragon whines, closing his mouth and eyes, and he finally finishes emptying his bladder into the polluted pool. He admits with a defeated sigh, "That was the last of it... Do... Do what you must." A moment later, a rush of magical energy fills the room. The water is clean once again, including the dripping from the ceiling. So too are the dragon and kobold,damp with clean moisture. In Kikkajik's hand is a large yellow crystal. He tosses it, and it rolls along the dragon's chest. "Wear this on a chain," he says. "To remember what you are, my pissant."
The kobold floats off of the dragon, his magical might, and his superiority proven. But, not only that, he has a newfound appreciation of the humiliating power of pee.