Dragon King, Part 5 - Male Version

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Note: This is a male version of Dragon Queen.

Summary: After stumbling upon a dragon shrine, Clark starts laying eggs. Contains: Male: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, egg laying.

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The dragon was shockingly strong, and as it dragged him, Clark was helpless but to stagger forward. But with another sensation of tightness in his mound, he stumbled, and the cloak tore where the creature held it. Clark yelped as he fell onto his plump bottom. He clutched his belly, fearful that the egg might have cracked.

But the egg inside him was durable—hard and firm as ever. Clark panted as he stared up at the dragon snarling before him. “I can’t,” he panted out, trembling. He didn’t know what he was refusing, and yet, by impulse, he stammered, “I c-can’t.”

The small dragon twitched, its limbs spasming, and before Clark’s eyes, it rapidly grew. Its wings spread several times its own width, its legs growing in length and thickening in muscle. Suddenly the creature was towering over him, perhaps by seven feet! Clark could do little more than pale as it continued to grow, more rapidly than it had inside of him! The dragon grew, as if just to satisfy its need to overpower him.

People were screaming, running in all directions. Fiona had long disappeared amidst the chaos. Strangely, there was a small subset of people. Rather than fleeing, they knelt down and bowed their heads. Some had the bronzed skin of the islanders. Some looked as though they were…praying.

Clark was trying his best to back away. He yelped out as the creature leaned close, and snapped at him. As if in reaction, his belly gave a great heave of growth that knocked the wind out of his lungs. He was left gasping for breath.

Clark felt himself shaking violently. He wanted to scramble to his feet, but this egg was so heavy and he couldn’t seem to get his limbs to coordinate with one another.

He tried to shift to his hands and knees, but now he was putting an uncomfortable pressure on his belly, which was pressing the ground. With all his might, he tried to heave himself onto his feet, when suddenly, he wasn’t touching the ground at all.

The creature had grabbed him by the hood and lifted him off the ground. Clark froze in fear. He clutched his belly the best he could. He didn’t know whether to be more terrified of the dragon dropping him, eating him, or brutalizing him.

But the creature rested him onto its back, at the curve of its long spine. Clark could hardly get into a position that he felt secure. Even on his bottom straddling the dragon’s back, his belly pushed into it, threatening to tip him backwards. He gripped its throat and did his best to hook his legs behind its wings. “Wait, no, d-don’t—”

Clark yelled as the dragon took to the air. The ferry port grew smaller as he ascended, the remaining people there staring up in awe. Clark thought he could see Fiona’s green jacket, but then the earth disappeared beneath the thickening clouds.

He felt cold and tense, and he could feel his belly shifting now in his anxiety, his body trying to labor. He knew this was neither the time nor place to give birth, but he could feel the pressure accumulating, his face reddening as it did. He could feel the egg pressing its weight and heat against his backside, which in turn, was pressed to the dragon’s spine. The dragon released a mighty roar, and his belly only seemed to swell larger. Clark grunted as he tried his best to hold on.

The flight was long and uncomfortable, his belly throbbing. His arms were weary, and he didn’t think he would be able to hold on for much longer. He didn’t know how much time had passed, and he didn’t know where the creature was taking him.

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Finally, the dragon began its descent. Clark was relieved, but also, frightened still. He could make out thick trees…a forest. The dragon circled twice, then finally descended into a clearing. It dropped to the ground with a surprising lightness. Clark trembled as he continued to clutch its neck.

He felt himself being lifted up by his cloak again, before he was gently deposited onto the ground. Clark staggered on his feet for a moment. He gripped a tree, coughed, and vomited.

But that was the extent of his ability to stand. He was absolutely massive. He sunk down onto his bottom, spreading his legs wide to make as much room for his belly as he could. He pulled his cloak back, so his bare belly could protrude fully. It was hot and flushed and pressing hard on his pelvis.

And yet Clark was exhausted. He dropped to his side, and only as he did, did he recognize the forest. He was back in Benosha. Not far from where he was, was the dragon shrine.

He had single-handedly revived a mystical species. He should have been proud of himself, but felt nothing short of miserable. He ran his hands over his mass as he groaned in despair. His belly was big as a beach ball by then. There was no way he could birth this thing, and if he tried, he’d probably just pass out from exhaustion. Flushed and strained as his body was, he felt as though it might just burst. The mound pulsed as he fidgeted and squirmed. Was this the end of him?

Now the dragon was settling down, as though for a nap. There was rustling in the trees, and another dragon emerged. Were his children drawn to the clearing once they hatched? Or were they gravitating towards him?

“Nnrrggghhhh….” Clark grunted, as the egg suddenly pressed hard against his pelvis, as though it was trying to eject itself. He gasped for breath.

Another small dragon arrived, this one coming close enough to curiously paw at his belly.

“Oh god…” Clark cried, his belly bobbing as his body desperately tried to eject the egg. His ass was plump and throbbing, his entire body heated. His breasts plumpened, and finally popped completely free of his tunic. They were fat and round, nipples spraying.

“Hahhhh…hahhhhh…” he panted as his children curiously crowded around. Soon Clark could hear chanting. Humans, beyond the clearing; whispered prayers. In the meantime, his belly heaved and wiggled, the egg desperate to evacuate.

“Help meeee,” he groaned out to them, his body rocking. His pelvis felt like it might break. “Its…too…big….ahhh!” he cried as his belly tightened again.

He wanted to get up, but he could hardly lift himself from his position sprawled on the grass. It took some time, some struggle, and every bit of his energy, but finally, he managed to shift himself up, onto his bottom, his knees drawn wide open on either side of the egg. He couldn’t tell if the new position was any more comfortable. He rocked himself. “Nrrrggghhh…” Why him? Why had this happened to him?

He rubbed his hands up and down what he could of the heated mass. “Oh god…oh god…oh god…” he whispered. His words came out in hisses now. He didn’t notice his golden eyes or developing fangs. He was the dragon King, after all. It was his identity.

The End