Elma begins waking up from a nasty headache, as she lay up and rub her eyes. The clothes she was wearing was her kimono. (I don't know what type of clothes she wear, since it look like part kimono and part swimsuit.)
"Uuh that the last time I'm drinking with them again." She said as she then stretch a bit.
She then heard a rattling chain noise.
"Huh?" A bit rattle by this she then look around before noticing that her hand has shackles on her wrist with a bit of a chain on it. "W-what the!" She said not noticing more that she wasn't in her home, but was in a dark place with nothing but a bed that she is on, a table, and a t.v. She also notice there wasn't any windows either so she have no idea what time it is either.
"Ok seem like I'm trap here, but then again I could just get out of here easily." Elma said as she try to brake the shackle.
Key word try.
"What the hell! Why won't it brake!" Elma said in frustration as she try and fail to brake the chain. "Wait I could just use my magic and I'll be out of here!" She said as she try using her magic, but it fail as well.
Then she pale as she remembers that there was something that can prevent a dragon in both it true and human form from using magic or sheath. "There no way this is!-"
"Dragon metal." A voice that is hard to identify if it belong to a male or female voice said from out of nowhere.
Elma hearing this look around, trying to see where this voice is coming from. "Who are you and what do you want from me, and how did you even have this metal!" She shouted as she wanted to know, since it can be only found in her world.
The voice chuckle eviliy. "I have my ways." It said with not a care in the would. "But what I want from you is something better." Continue the voice as a buzzing noise was heard.
Suddenly chain came out of the wall and attach them self to the shackle on Elma arms was then pull to the wall where it held her in places as the light turn on. She panic as she wounder what this person was going to do to here.
She didn't have to wait long as the ceiling suddenly open up and came down with a machine, that have a conveyer belt in the middle and two robot arms with hands on the side. There was a huge weird looking tank that have a creamy liquids in it.
Elma feel scared seeing something that she never seen before as it could be anything that could harm her.
The machine started up and made loud noise from it, as something came out of it. Elma eyes widen seeing what it was, and made her drool a bit.
It was a nicely bake chocolate cake with cookies on top of it. Before she could say anything, the robot arms grab the cake and forcefully feeding to her.
Not wanting to chock on it she eagerly chew it as the chocolate goodness was so amazing that she would want more, in which she did. Not knowing what was happening to her waistline. The first few minutes didn't show much progress, but after some time her belly was starting to expand a bit more and more. After 3 hours of eating sweet she look like she couldn't eat another bite as her belly was big as a beachball and hard as a bolder.
The machine was trying to force a cupcake in Elma, but she look pale as she couldn't even eat it. "Please I can't eat another bite." She said with her mouth full moving her head away from the treat.
"Hmmm seem like you might pop if we continue this." The voice said as the machine stop and went back up from the ceiling. "Might as well let you rest, but tomorrow where going to continue with out much brakes." It said as the chains the held Elma to the wall release her, although the shackle where still attach to her.
Elma landing on the bed belly first moan in pain, holding her belly as she rub it to try to ease the pain. Doing so had made her feel sleepy and soon fell asleep.
The next day came and Elma woke up seeing that she was indeed trap her just sign and look at her belly, but she kinda wish that she didn't as she was looking at her...
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