As aroused as you were, your hunger made its way into your mind to help forget the new tools so you can get back to work on the task at hand, a.k.a. Feeding yourself more food. The fridge you raided was only half empty, not to mention the freezer that has yet to be touched. You and your belly growl hungrily as that reptilian muzzle rips into a carton of ice cream.
Each bite practically gave you a pound of fat, if not more, as you chomp with greater ease with the stronger draconic jaw. Wrappers, packaging and bones from ribs and chicken are tossed aside as food is dropped into the expanding gut. The lack of clothing helped the fat grow freely on the jiggling dragon you were. The fat didn't just pile onto your gut, but it added to your face, limbs, tail and of course that fattened ass. You can slightly feel your balls and cock grow slightly from the feeding, but you could barely see that result thanks to the belly poking out in front of your view.
The pigging out session you had gave you the frame of an approximately 800 to 900 pound wall of scaly meat. This didn't fully kill the hunger you had. It only crippled it and lessened it. You ran out of food there, but as you start to leave, a door leading to a basement opens. Who knows what might be down there. You must know.
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