Luminous blue eyes scan the crowded bar and dance floor, a predatory gleam within. Their owner is Sarah, a heavyweight dragoness covered in rick blue scales. Her long, silky black hair is left to hang free, cascading around her round face and down her roll covered back. The tight dark-gray top hugs her curves, with a low cut neck that exposes a nearly scandalous amount of cleavage and round, fleshy breasts that forms the canyon. The bottom edge of the top is pulled high, exposing a wide band of her fleshy stomach topped with a deep navel. Her belly sits heavily on her wide thighs and hips as she sits on a round butt that almost needs two of the bar stools. Her fleshy legs are packed into too tight jean shorts, fat oozing around the edges. She exuded a confidence and predatory grace that most gave her a wide berth.
She had always been a big girl, having parents that made sure she always had more than enough food. Despite all she ate, she had always felt like it wasn’t enough, like she should have something more. She finally found that something one night when a drunken frat boy just couldn’t take no for an answer. After who knows how many tries to get him to stop, something came over her. He had wanted to be inside her, and he got his wish, just not as he likely wanted. As she lay there in a daze, her savagely stuffed stomach thrashing with the last of his struggles, she had to admit that it felt right, just over too soon. Over the years, she had improved her skills with both men and women, till she was nearly an apex predator, taking whomever she wanted.
Coming back to the present, Sarah has come to her favorite hunting ground again. Her last conquest, a big burly bull, kept her satisfied for some time, though he left her nearly too big for her clothes. The clothing situation only seemed to help though as numerous men and woman have tried to interest her, overcoming their apprehension of being in such close proximity to her. None of them draws her attention enough though, casually dismissing each of them. She is somewhat impressed that no predators have even tried to make a move on her, but the news of the previous few to try only feeding her instead probably dissuade most. Inevitably one would be stupid or crazy enough to try, but not this time it seems.
Just as she is about to call it quits here and try somewhere else, she gives another glance around. Her stomach rumbles and her loins ache as she finds not one, not two, but three possibilities that had escaped her attention before. First is a cow, even fatter than herself, currently busy shaking up the dance floor. On the other side of the room, sitting in a booth by himself is a tall, muscular wolf, his golden eyes glimmering in the dim light. Third is at the end of the bar, a tall, lanky lizard; he seems nervous from what Sarah can tell, and she normally wouldn’t spare him a second glance, but the bulge in his pants causes another stirring in her loins, as well as her stomach. At that point, Sarah knows she would be walking out with one of these three, it is just a matter of which one.
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