Gasping, John leaned one of his flabby sides against a marble pillar. Fatigued, he look around. He appeared to be in some bathing chamber, hot pools of water filling it with steam, resulting in a thick mist that was hard to see through clearly.
...And he was not alone.
Through the steam, John was able to pick out large hulky figures in the baths. He gulped and sweated, not from the heat but from the dread of facing one of these brainwashed warriors in combat without armor or any weapon. He was defenceless.
He tried to back away, to escape, but John suddenly felt a presence behind him.
He whirled around, ready to face his enemy, but his weight made him stagger and fall to the ground, his underwear splitting open. This alerted the other guards, who immediately went to investigate.
John looked up in fear at the hyper muscular fox before him, his three feet long cock throbbing happily at the sight of this fatass. He towered over him, grinning. "And what do we have here?"
At that moment, the rest arrived, who grew aroused at the sight of this fine butterball of a dragon. John gulped as he became surrounded by huge hunky soldiers of the overlord.
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