Ashe is soon on her way back to home. A part of her wishes that she could have taken a ride with Jeremy, but a woman of her size would have never fit in his car. The problem is the walk home. While it's not too awfully far from the restaurant, it's still like an hour of walking, and Ashe always forgets what trouble it is when her stomach is this fucking full. With every thunderous thud of her clawed feet against the sidewalk, the motions of her body send gravid waves through her corpulent frame. Glurk-slursh... glunk... blrrrp-gllwruurbble... She has to wrap her obese tail around to steady her engorged middle. Slish-gwourp... plrt... glorsh-blwurp... gllrrrrnnn... Despite cradling it as best she can, the contents still crash against the inner walls of her gut. Gwlourrrp... gloosh... slursh-glnk... grwuurrrmble... Every dense splash against her insides sends flutters through Ashe's core. Needless to say, it leaves her groaning and panting between gassy buuurrpsss. The feeling is so intense that it's making her dizzy—although very much in a good way. Food really is the one thing that always distracts her. She can vividly feel every little detail of her abdominal muscles clenching down, slowly squeezing and extruding the bubbling sludge until slowly but surely it starts gushing through her system. The warm and gooey sensations spill from her belly and pour down her digestive tract to fill her with tingling pleasures. Ashe chews her lower lip as she clumsily waddles along. A part of her wants to just rip that boy's clothes off and mount him the second they're home together. Of course, she'd probably suffocate him to death if she tried being on top. Apparently Jeremy's car isn't the only thing she's too big to ride... Damn it, how much further does she have to walk? Is she even going to get there before Jeremy? Maybe if she hurries up, she can sneak in a quick round of tail fucking herself just to unwind some of this tension. “Hwhrrrp—” Ashe stifles another belch, only to gag slightly and turn her head. She violently hacks up a half-dissolved set of panties which snag in the hedges of someone's front yard.

That blonde girl had been mulched down into nothing but bubbling chyme. The only evidence left of her are a few scraps of her half-digested clothes, some of her corroded bones, and maybe a cell phone might survive, lying sunken to the bottom of Ashe's glorping stomach. It's always such a pain to cough up the leftovers in the morning. Not only does it taste disgusting to choke up a soggy wad of what used to be someone's belongings, it also reminds Ashe of what a pig she was the day before. If only her anatomy would let all the junk pass through her system. Then she could forget about it... until it clogs her toilet, anyway. Although, Ashe had spat up some pretty dangerous stuff in the past. Aside from cell phones, there's sometimes keys, knives, and once she hocked up a handgun with spent casings and deformed bullets! That one asshole literally tried to shoot up her insides! She stopped visiting that Taco Bell in that one sketchy neighborhood after that. In any case, her body is probably built this way for a reason. Stomach lining as strong as kevlar was probably useful for keeping down the knights of old.

She just wishes it weren't so damn sensitive when her belly is filled to the brim like this. The heavy pile of dissolving foodstuff weighs down Ashe's abdomen, sagging her trundling gut noticeably more than usual. The more she tries to ignore it, the more she can't help but focus on it. She can feel the way her cellulite-ridden dragon thighs jiggle with every clumsy stride. The surface of her gut likewise wobbles to the same wavy rhythm of her car-crushing hips. It's like every part of her body past her chest is made of literal jello. If only some of this fat would go to making a nice rack. If she had a set of tits to balance things out, maybe her absurdly pear-shaped figure wouldn't be so revolting to look at. Sadly, it's just not in her genetics. Dragons don't even have true boobs, usually. It's just another reserve of fat to them. Thank goodness that Jeremy was there at the buffet to keep Ashe's attention all night. Normally people gawk at Ashe and leave her scales crawling with discomfort. Well, they definitely were still staring at them, but Jeremy had kept Ashe too distracted for her to notice it at the time. At least that made the dining experience a little bit more comfortable. Oh, she should probably text Jeremy to let him into her house, since he'll probably get there first.

Ashe gets her phone out to shoot him a message saying there's a spare set of keys in a clay pot by the back door. What Ashe does not mention is that she once meant to use the pot to bring some life into her living space, but fears that she would neglect whatever she tried to grow had led her not to pursue that endeavor. Jeremy texts her back shortly after with a simple thumbs-up emoji. A moment later he texts a picture of the ice cream parlor that Ashe had spoken of, asking if this is the place. Ashe is almost a little surprised that he's really going out of her way to treat her like this. She feels like she doesn't deserve it. What has she done for him? She almost ate him during their date together—at least in her own mind. Was it even a date? Well it certainly feels like one now. Ashe replies a simple 'Yes' before putting away her phone, not daring to look at it again. Negative thoughts swirl in her head as she begins questioning why anyone would be this nice to her.

If Jeremy's intentions are to seduce her, Ashe hates to admit it's working. Still, if he tries to get pushy, she can always eat him later. Gllblbrorrrggrrtt... glrrlggrrgglrt... grrrroooooo... blort... Ashe gasps as her insides clench, pouring the sludge of hot chyme deeper into her digestive tract. It had been a while since she had eaten like this, and she sometimes forgets how intense it can feel. Ashe's insides flutter with lurid gllrts and blorts as she can vividly feel the liquefying Chinese food pumping through her system. Okay, maybe she'll at least let Jeremy have a quick and sloppy screw. Just to burn some calories. Then she can eat him, bury him in ice cream, and go to bed early while he kicks around in her gut. For now, Ashe spends the long walk home biting her lower lip, hiccuping, belching, and groaning out in arousal to all that heavy sloshing inside her obese tank of a gut. Her thoughts circle back again and again, questioning Jeremy's motives, and wondering if she deserves it—be those motives good or bad. At least the dwelling on dread helps the time fly as she walks back home...

Eventually Ashe reaches her place once again. The trip had taken at least an hour, so it comes as an unpleasant surprise when Jeremy's car isn't parked anywhere on the street. She figured he would have been here first, but... Maybe he's already inside? Maybe he parked around the corner, or something? Ashe unlocks the front door and makes her way in. The interior is dark with all of the lights turned off. Ashe looks around for a moment, hoping to see some sign of Jeremy, but perhaps she shouldn't be too surprised that her date bailed on her at the last minute. Ashe lets out a dreary long sigh. “I don't know what I was expecting...” She locks the front door behind herself, then goes to mope in her bedroom.

As always, waiting for her in the bedroom are some of the only 'friends' she has in the world; a mountain of colorful stuffed animals which provide at least some modicum of comfort. Ashe pulls her phone out and drops her handbag to the floor, then crawls up into the plushie pile to settle in for the night. She makes one last ditch effort to text Jeremy, asking if he got lost, but he doesn't respond. Ashe just assumes he went home. There's a stabbing feeling of sadness in her heart. She really is just... worthless... Jeremy was so nice to her, and she kept treating him with suspicion and resentment. It's probably her own fault why he just stood her up and went home. Maybe she shouldn't have been so critical of him. Maybe he was just genuinely being nice. Ashe curls up against herself, pulling her fat dragon tail up between her thighs so she can hug it against her chest and bite down on the tip of it.

Ashe tries to distract herself from the pain in her heart by chewing against her scales. When that doesn't work, she leans forward, swallowing about a foot of her tail and then gnawing down on it some more. Even so, she can't stop the flood gates as tears well in her eyes and begin streaming down her cheeks. She glugs again to fill her jaws, trying to stifle the choking sobs that she can feel coming on in force. Eventually she devours so much of her tail that she can feel the tip of it push through the whole length of her esophagus to dunk itself in the scalding vat of digesting Chinese food. Because of how badly damaged her scales are from doing this regularly, it doesn't take long for her to feel that familiar chemical burn. It makes her wince, but she just bites down harder on her tail, now curled in against herself as much as her body will allow. Her obese stomach is getting in the way now, squashing under her hunched over chest like a waterbed. Ashe wishes on days like this that she could somehow just eat herself and disappear into nothing. That's what she feels like, after all. She's nothing. That's all she ever will be. She swallows again hard, swallowing more of her tail until she can't work in any more. As the pain gets worse, she winces and snarls between her muffled cries. Her tail spasms against her insides and hits against the stomach walls, but Ashe keeps it down, wondering if maybe this time she might somehow eat herself alive and be done with this awful world.

Suddenly Ashe's ears are caught by a notification from her phone. She holds it up to her face, then just about gags on her own tail. It's Jeremy! He wasn't lost. He was just driving when he texted her, so he couldn't respond. He's at her house right now! Then Ashe can hear somebody unlocking the front door, no doubt using the key she told him about. Ashe jerks her fat tail out of her mouth with such force that it almost makes her throw up. Quickly, she rolls out of bed and scrambles to the bathroom to wash off her singed tail before Jeremy can realize what she was doing.

Jeremy calls from the front, “Hey Ashe! Sorry I took so long! I didn't realize how much time it would take to load up one of these tubs.”

“Y-You're fine!” Ashe yells back, sticking her tail under the sink faucet and dousing it with soap and water to be rid the vomit-like smell that stains it.

“You in your bedroom?”

“B-Bathroom, actually! Just a second!” Ashe kicks the door closed behind herself and continues to wash her tail off.

“When you get a chance, mind giving me a hand? This tub is pretty heavy. I had to basically drag it to the door.”

Ashe blinks. “How much ice cream did you get?”

“Uhhh, I just bought the biggest one.”

Ashe's eyes go wide when he says that. That isn't a tub. That's a literal bucket. Ashe had never been able to afford that much! A bucket of Death by Chocolate ice cream is a whopping $300!! They don't even usually sell them to individual buyers; you have to own a restaurant or something! How did Jeremy sweet talk his way into letting him walk out with one of those?! Well, if there's one thing Ashe can say about Jeremy, it's that he's very persuasive. Ashe hastily finishes cleaning her tail, then wipes it all down with a clean towel so she can finally go out to meet Jeremy. She soon finds the human boy close to the front door, pulling the massive ice cream bucket by the handle, doing his best not to scrape up the floor. Ashe has to stop and stare. “O-Oh my God...”

Jeremy chuckles and looks over to Ashe. “Think I got too much?”

“N-No... just... that has to be like... half your body weight in ice cream...”

“Think you can handle it all?” Jeremy muses with a smirk. “I mean you can always have the rest later.”

Ashe swallows wetly. Her mouth is already watering. She stares at the bucket while giving a shaky nod. “I-I, uh, yeah, definitely. T-Thank you... You... really didn't have to do this.”

“I mean I figured dragon sized bucket for dragon sized portions.”

“No, I mean—” Ashe cuts herself off, then sighs. She doesn't understand why she's trying to find fault with him. It's so stupid. Instead, she musters herself to say, “Never mind. Thank you.” She struts over to lift up the bucket, having far less trouble moving it compared to Jeremy. “Did you get anything for yourself?”

“Yeah, decided I was in the mood for Italian ice. It's still in the car so I'll be right back.” Jeremy scampers back out the front door again and goes to pop open his passenger door. His trunk is also open, so he slams both shut before going back to Ashe. He brings with him a far smaller cup sized serving of white lemon slush. There's even a red straw with a scoop at the end of it. It looks like Jeremy had already eaten some.

The two of them go right back inside after that. Ashe closes the door behind them, wondering to herself if this is all really happening. It's too good to be true, and it feels like a dream. It's one of those cruel dreams where you win the lottery or meet the perfect boyfriend and it's all so vivid that you don't realize you're asleep until suddenly you aren't. How long can this go on? How long until she wakes up? The thought of it ending is already upsetting to think about. Usually this is the part where Ashe opens her eyes to learn that none of this really happened, and she had been in bed the whole time.

But Jeremy unwittingly snaps her out of it just by asking, “Which way to the living room?”

“O-Oh, uh—” Ashe's heart skips with an irrational fear before reminding herself it's not like Jeremy can read her thoughts. He doesn't know what's going through her head, and the longer she can keep it that way, the longer this can last. At least it's not a dream, or at least Ashe thinks it's not. The problem is, her sofa kind of sucks. It was never built to handle a dragon, much less a dragon who's as disgustingly obese as Ashe. She had crushed the springs in the couch with her weight so badly that it has zero support even for the likes of Jeremy. Ashe makes up some excuse, “T-The uh, the living room TV doesn't work. Um, I was actually gonna set us up in the bedroom. If that's okay, I mean.” Damn it, now he's going to think she wants to fuck him.

Jeremy smiles and gives a polite nod. “Sounds good to me. After you.”

She almost hates how calm and nonchalant he's being about all this. Well, no, actually it's quite refreshing—but it's not at all what she is used to, and because she's not used to it, it's uncomfortable in its own way. He's not getting handsy or flirting or saying anything perverted. They're just going to sit down, watch a movie, and maybe if she's in the mood she might not eat him before going to bed. They step into her bedroom—and then Ashe stops in her tracks. She's greeted again by that embarrassing pile of colorful stuffed animals which crowd nearly her entire mattress. She looks to Jeremy in a stint of panic as she can already tell that he's judging her!

There's a pause from Jeremy, then a smirk, and a stifled titter of laughter. “I'm tempted to make joke about a dragon's hoard, but I don't know if that would be insensitive.”

Ashe covers her face. “Oh my God...” She forgot about the stuffed animals. “Give me a second. I'll clear a spot.” Ashe trundles forward to begin pushing most of the stuffed animals away to one side. She manages to crowd them all against the wall before offering Jeremy a place for him to sit. “I'll go get us some spoons, and movies are over here if you wanna pick something.” She directs Jeremy's attention to a shelf loaded full of old DVDs, and even a few dusty VHS tapes that she hasn't been able to watch in years. “Oh, and uh, obviously I got Netflix...” She probably should have started with that. Nobody actually owns movies anymore except her, because she's weird. Ashe snatches up a remote control to turn on the TV and show the menu options. “I've also got Prime... and Disney Plus... I forget if Hulu is still on here... oh, yeah, it is.” Really, there's just about everything when it comes to streaming. What little spare money Ashe has tends to get sunken into these services. After all, how else is she supposed to spend her time? Ashe leaves the remote on her bed before going out toward the kitchen, carrying that bucket of ice cream with her along the way.

Jeremy climbs up onto the mattress and slides himself back to recline against the mountain of stuffed animals. He sets himself up with his smaller carton of lemon Italian ice starts browsing through the channels with the remote Ashe left him. When Ashe comes back again, he hadn't chosen anything yet. Instead he just asks, “Any recommendations on movies?” Jeremy wonders.

“I mean... if you're asking me, I definitely like horror stuff,” Ashe suggests while giving Jeremy a spoon.

Jeremy seems to hesitate slightly before managing to admit. “I'm... not really a huge fan of horror, if I'm honest. The whole genre kind of stresses me out.”

“Oh... um, well, we can watch something else, obviously...” Ashe quickly regrets offering her opinion. Of course, everything was going so well, she clearly just had to go and fuck something up. Scrambling to backtrack and salvage the situation before things get any more awkward, Ashe then asks Jeremy, “W-Well uh, what do you wanna watch, then?”

Jeremy considers the options quietly for a moment. He stares at the TV while trying to think of what to choose. “Well, aside from horror, what kind of genres do you like?”

Ashe has to think about it as well for a bit. “I mean... I guess... kind of like... I don't know...” She was really looking forward to a good horror flick, so now she has to come up with something else. “Comedy is alright...” No it's not. Most comedy sucks. There's some comedy she likes, but it's a very particular kind. Ashe tries to define it. “But not like... not like cheap slapstick comedy or whatever, if that makes sense. There's gotta be... I'm not sure how to explain it...”

Jeremy thinks he understands. “You want it to have a little heart.”

Ashe nods. “Yeah... something like that... Like a little romance... a little sadness...”

Jeremy perks and looks again at the TV again where he flicks over to Disney Plus. “I know a good one! I wonder if it's on here.”

Ashe looks over to the TV as well as Jeremy starts typing in the name of a movie. He's searching for something called Porco Rosso. When it comes up on the screen, Ashe looks to the title banner where she sees this animated character with the face of a pig. He's seated in the cockpit of an old prop-driven airplane. This... isn't really what Ashe had in mind when she was talking about comedy. Ashe blurts out loud, “Isn't this a kid's movie?” It looks like nothing more than a cartoon.

Jeremy assures, “I don't wanna spoil too much, but I think you'll like it. Just trust me on it.”

Trust him? … Ashe would rather watch a horror movie. Why does he get to decide, but she doesn't? Although with the multi-gallon bucket of ice cream that Jeremy gave her, it feels selfish for her to complain. The more she thinks about it, the more guilty she feels. He just went out and spent hundreds of dollars to spoil Ashe with her favorite ice cream. The least she can do is suck it up and watch his movie, or whatever. At least he isn't asking to have sex with her... or maybe that's what he's really planning for in the end. Maybe this whole thing had just been a carefully arranged setup to have his way with a girl like her who's too miserable to say no. Ashe is still not sure, and it's hard to push the anxiety out of her mind completely. Even so, she sits down against the edge of her mattress and slides back to get comfortable, being careful not to crush Jeremy. The bed frame creaks precariously under her massive weight as she scoots back against the stuffed animals. Originally she was just going to slouch back and shovel ice cream into her gullet, but her body is so wide that this would leave very little space for Jeremy. She shifts onto her side and rolls onto her hands and knees, although her obese tank of a sagging belly drops against the mattress and drags against the sheets. Oh God, was she this fat when she started the day? Ggllrrwblrrtt... blrrgggrrt... Oh, right. Ashe probably has about half a ton of Chinese food between her stomach and intestines—not to mention that blonde girl who cut her in line at the buffet. Judging by the dense and disgusting slop she can feel glunking against the inside of her cavernous gut, that woman had been emulsified with the rest of Ashe's dinner. Although Jeremy had expressed interest, Ashe still feels like a hideous tub of blubber. She avoids bumping into Jeremy as she tries to make herself comfortable against her nest of stuffed animals. She just assumes that Jeremy will move to wherever he wants to in order to still see the movie.

Then Ashe feels something around one side of her neck; the unmistakable softness of his forearm gently guiding her just above the shoulders. Ashe feels her heart jump in a startle. What is he—? He lies down behind her, arms loosely around her long neck, with her head against his chest, and his chin resting just on top of it so he can see the screen from where he is. Despite the immense size difference between him and her, Ashe is being cuddled from behind in the best way his smaller stature can allow. She was expecting him to move out of the way like her last boyfriend, or maybe try to position himself so she'd grind on him with her ass or something. This on the other hand feels... really nice, actually. He's not too skinny for a human, sporting a bit of a belly of his own although it's nothing compared to her's. She can feel it pressing against her just below the back of her skull, and she can hear the dull glorps of his own gut trying to process through all the Chinese food he had stuffed it with. Blrrp... glurp... slish... gllrrrwourp... Ashe had never really heard these noises from a human before. It's oddly comforting to her for reasons she can't explain to herself. Ashe makes no attempt to pull away from Jeremy, and instead she just asks him, “... Still got your ice cream..? Or, slush, or, whatever...”

Jeremy had been holding the smaller carton of frozen dessert away from himself with the spoon clasped between his fingers on that same hand. Only now that he's settled in does he laugh and realize, “Okay this angle might be difficult. One sec.” He wriggles back upright, but manages to tuck his legs under Ashe's long neck. He takes off his jacket which he had been wearing this whole time and drapes it over Ashe to insulate her from the chill of his Italian ice carton, which he rests on top of her for a second. The inside of his jacket is still warm from his body heat, letting Ashe feel it against her scales. The dragoness feels her heart hammering in her chest. She can't explain why, but the awkward intimacy has a certain charm to it that she finds herself enjoying. Soon Jeremy is repositioned exactly how he wants. He picks up the remote again, and starts the movie.