Fields rocked back and forth on his hooves, waiting for the dragon behind the counter to finish with the fruit drake in front of him. They were having some sort of argument, but she turned heel and stormed off, the dragon behind the counter baring his teeth at her as she left.
“Tourists… Oh, hello! Are you here for the auction?” Fields stepped forward, trying to calm his nerves.
“Yep! This is my first time though.” The dragon smiled and Fields looked down at the nametag on the desk, Venti.
“Alright, no problem! Let me just get some forms for ya…” Venti leaned down beneath the desk and Fields tried to control his fidgeting. Venti popped back up after a bit, holding a large stack of pink papers. She must’ve seen his face, as she simply took one off the top and placed it in front of herself, shoving the rest to the side.
“Sorry, it’s only one. I just tend to need a lot of forms, so, y’know…” she trailed off, shaking her head before uncapping a pen and looking up at Fields.
“Name?”
“Oh, uh, Fields. Fields Meadowsnap.”
“Uh huh, okay. Is it Meadowsnap with an o or an e before the w?”
“An o.” Fields had never heard of a Meadewsnap.
“Age?”
“21.”
“Alright, cool. Species?”
“Ruminant drake, deer subspecies.” Venti looked up at him and nodded, confirming the given species.
“Okay, these questions are for categorization for the bidders.”
“Gender?”
“Male.”
“Pillow or bed?” Fields gave her a weird look and Venti sighed, specifying the categories, “Pillow means you’re okay with sex, bed means you’re not. Pillows tend to get more bids, but it’s personal preference.”
“Oh, bed then.” Venti nodded, checking a box.
“Yeah, that’d be my choice too. Are you good with sleeping on both your back and front?” Fields nodded and Venti checked another box, before flipping the form and pushing it to him with the pen.
“The contract is for one night with the winning bidder. We’re not responsible for any illness, injury or anything you obtain while there. No eating before bidding starts, of course. Transportation is provided, both there and back. We get a 5% cut of the bid if you choose patch, 10% if you choose tube, cause of cost of materials. Payment will arrive the day after you complete the contract, paid to the account you list on the form. Don’t drink or eat anything given to you by the client that wasn’t provided by our staff, general safety rules… If you need help at any point security is stationed outside the room you’ll be in, so just give a holler and they’ll come. You may be a bit groggy from the bidding part, that’ll wear off after a few minutes…you can back out at any time until you’re on stage…and I think that’s it. Just check off the box for the type you want, fill out the financial stuff and sign.” Fields filled out the required info, but paused at the choice between patch and tube.

“What’s the difference other than the cut you get?” Venti smiled and pulled out a small fabric patch, labelled with the number 34.
“For tube, we hook your mouth up to a machine and people pay an increase in increments of 5, with the person who paid the most overall winning the bid. The stuff inside costs a bit to make, hence the increased cut. For patch we just slap this somewhere on your body and the bid amount is respective to the increase, with the person with the highest bid winning the bid. Since you’re in the male bed category, you’ll have a one to one ratio for the bids. A buck a pound, y’know?” Fields nodded and checked off patch, signing his name below. Venti rolled up the contract and slipped it into an envelope.

“Follow me, if you would.” Venti beckoned him to a tent connected to the main one. Fields stepped in and Venti gestured to an area surrounded by curtains.
“You’re going to have to strip. Your clothes will be returned to you tomorrow morning. We’ll provide replacements for you to wear for the bidding.” Fields threw his shirt and pants into a separate pile and changed into the provided clothes. They were made of incredibly stretchy fabric and while they fit, they could probably still fit if he had another four of himself packed in there as well. He stepped out and Venti shot him a thumbs up, before gesturing to a scale.
“Alright, starting bid is 125. Oh, hold on!” Before Fields could say anything, the pants were jerked down and Venti slapped the patch onto his butt. “Alright, there we go! Join the line over there and you’ll be on stage in no time! Good luck!” Fields tried to argue, but Venti shoved him into a line behind another dragon before disappearing. FIelds rubbed the spot on his butt which was still rather sore from the addition of the patch, and arched his ears to hear what was going on on stage. He could just make out cheering and clapping, and the vague sound of speakers. Before he knew it, the dragon in front of him was ushered away and Fields continued waiting. There was more shouting and cheering, and not even two minutes later, a dragon who looked very similar to Venti popped her head in.
“Fields right? C’mon you’re up!” She grabbed his hand and he followed, trying to regulate his breathing and stay cool.

“Alright folks, we’ve got a MNSEP here for you all to bid on. He’s a first timer, so be gentle with him!” The crowd laughed and Acron pulled himself inwards, just now realizing how huge the crowd was.
“Starting bids is 125, do I hear 125? 125?” Someone in the back held up their paddle and the host nodded, typing something into a panel on their auction block. Fields didn’t feel anything, and the bids kept increasing. 130, 135, 140, 145, kept going up and up. He smiled to himself about all the money he was making and took a more confident pose, arms held at his sides and hooves spread apart. The crowd seemed to like this, cheering starting to form. 160, 165, 170, 175. Fields was feeling a bit groggy, but pushed it off. Venti had said it would wear off after the bidding, so it was probably fine. He shook his head and continued to stare off into the crowd. Someone near the back yelled, and while Fields couldn’t make out what they said, the host certainly could.

“500! 500, anyone for 505?” She pressed her panel again and Fields felt a sudden wave of nausea. His belly shot forward and his butt shot backwards, eliciting loud cheers from the audience. He wobbled and struggled to stay standing as his belly sagged over his knees and his butt tore through the provided shorts. His tail plumped up and his neck thickened with fat. The numbers didn’t stop, 515, 520, 525, 530, paddles shooting into the air as what remained of the shirt was shredded, moobs drooping over his belly. His face was bright red but he stayed put, his knees shaking from the sudden increase in weight. Another sudden bid of 700 and Field’s dropped onto his ass, his legs unable to hold up the weight. The stage disappeared under what was once his stomach, with him having to spread his legs out just to avoid his hooves being buried in rolls. Fat had accumulated on his arms and legs as well, and he was looking like a real whale at this point, with some little antlers strapped on. Never mind the fact he was buck naked at the moment, his girth covering up most of anything that could be considered indecent. His neck flub had now completely wrapped around his face and his cheeks had rounded out, making him resemble more of a stuffed animal than a feared dragon. He began panting from the sheer heat of such immense layers of fur and fat, with the crowd’s cheering getting louder and louder with each pant.

“Uh-oh, looks like we have another cap-buster folks. Lads, would you please help our friend here?” A handful of large muscular dragons picked Fields up and helped him back up into a standing position. However, with the amount of bids that had accumulated in the period, Field’s belly still touched the floor even with the help. He kept panting as the number continued to rise, now in the four digits. Looking behind him, all Fields could see was brown fur, contrasted with a bright yellowish-green patch. The patch glowed slightly and Fields realized that it must be hooked up to the host’s panel and causing the massive weight gain. He strained to try and reach it, but it was no use, with all this just resulting in him looking ridiculous and uncoordinated. He kept trying, until the girth he’d gained was so great that he couldn’t even turn around to make even the most pathetic attempt. The grogginess from before was now in full force and Fields was barely aware of what was going on at this point. The numbers just kept going up and he’d simply given up at resisting. The amount of fat he’d accumulated on his legs seemed to be the only thing holding him up, as well as the previously mentioned buff dragons, though due to the amount he’d gained, they were mostly just swallowed up by the fat on his ass rather than actually pressing up against anything. He pulled his head inwards slightly and felt the fat around his neck press into his massive cheeks, like a soft pillow being wrapped around him. He leaned back and, despite loud protests from the host’s helpers, fell back onto his ass, just letting the pounds roll on. The helpers ran around to the front of him to try and pull him up, but one slipped and careened face first into his belly, eliciting loud laughs from the crowd and an increase in bids. Fields chuckled in his dazed state and smiled at the crowd, yawning as the grogginess slowly turned into sleepiness. The host seemed to notice this and turned back to the crowd, jumping from foot to foot.

“Alright folks, looks like we’re gonna be closing bidding soon! Remember, winner gets one (non-sexual) night with our massive buck here! Now, did I hear 1775?” The paddles kept shooting up and Fields just sat there, growing and growing in mass. The helpers had completely backed off and were just watching the mound of fur grow and grow. Fields was barely able to keep his eyes open, the cheering being muted as he was lulled to sleep. The host continued yelling, the number pushing 2000, 2250, 2500. The gavel slammed on 3165 pounds, sold to a male trash drake near the back. Fields was completely unable to move at this point, the helpers having to roll him onto a trolley to transport him into the back of a truck. The metal sagged a bit under his weight, but they were able to strap him in, rolling him onto his stomach to try and have the easiest time holding him in place. Fields was generally unconcerned as the helpers fed him sugar cubes to try and keep him awake, merely placated by the slowing dissipation of the grogginess. His stomach growled and the winning bidder placed his paw against the side of Fields’s blubbery neck, the fat wrapping up to the man’s elbow. The bidder ran his paw up and down in the fat and Fields wagged his tail, which seemed to amuse the drake.
“You two will be in room 4. Do you have a preferred position?” The drake paused before answering the helper’s question, looking Fields up and down.
“Start him on his belly so he can eat, but then roll him over, I paid good money for that belly. And send a full four course meal to our room, for him.” The drake shot one last grin at Fields, who was just now starting to realize exactly what was going on, “See you later tonight, my gorgeous buck.” And with one last blow of a kiss, the drake disappeared around a corner and Fields was wondering if this much money was really worth it.