This is my part of the collab with my good friend,  Jasonmoore18 who made this art piece right here for the story: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/54805492/ Hope you guys enjoy the story!

Bongo the dragon belongs to  Jasonmoore18

Bongo was just looking for food after his shower in the waterfall, as he was munching on berries, he realized that he wasn't alone in the woods and this stranger was just like him in both size and personality.
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It’s a gentle day in the woods as the goofy big-bellied dragon known as Bongo wanders around, happily enjoying himself as he had planned to take a bath at a waterfall that’s not far away from where he’s at. Ever since Bongo’s small incident with the tree, the dragon had somewhat made a promise to not risk his life for food, unless the food is in a safe place or is a giant buffet with his name on it. The reasoning for needing a bath is simple: he was playing in the dirt with his rabbit friend Noname, the voiceless bunny who saved his life. It took Bongo a day to realize that the poor bunny was flattened on his large butt, flat as paper of course. The dragon had to apologize for what he did but didn’t say that’ll try his best to stop eating as much as he wants or needs. Noname wasn’t with him this time as the rabbit was at home, possibly trying to inflate himself back into shape or needing to rest from Bongo’s mishaps. The dragon knows that Noname loves him and he loves him back. Bongo makes it to the waterfall, accompanied by a small stream, unused and clean from any other animals using it. “Heh, time to clean.” He said with that goofy tone. He brought his trusty club with him, putting it down next to the stream so he wouldn’t get it wet. Then, the dragon hops into the water, making a huge splash as his feet touch the rocks buried under the muddy dirt. “Youch!” He lets out, whimpering slightly at his pained feet. “That hurt.” But it didn’t stop him from taking that bath at the waterfall, or a shower too.

He leans his head underneath the waterfall, washing the top of his head, although he hadn’t thought about taking off his helmet. He didn’t have any soap and as someone who lives in a broken down shed, Bongo probably has nothing for hygiene besides the waterfall. For about ten minutes washing himself, Bongo gets out of the stream, shaking his bloated body side to side like a dog to dry off. Afterwards, his stomach gurgles and rumbles. Bongo places his hands on his rumbling tummy, knowing that he’s just hungry. It's his third meal of the day, only halfway through until he’ll feel satisfied enough for a full day and as a hungry dragon, he cannot have any limits whatsoever. After he grabs his club, Bongo goes back on his path, now exploring around to see if he can find any food to eat. As he looks around, his nose tracks something sweet. It’s not that far from where he’s at, tracking them down to what looked like a small bush, covered with blueberries that Bongo loves to eat.

Getting close to the bush, his belly begs for the dragon to eat every single berry, maybe even the prickly leaves on it until it’s naked like the winter season had just arrived. “Mmmmmm, yummy!” Bongo claps his hands like a child and grabs a handful of these blueberries before shoving them into his mouth. Chewing away, the sweetness takes over his taste buds. “So good……” He groans with happiness. Bongo gulps down the chewed up blueberries and goes for another handful. One by one, Bongo starts to empty out the bush but he knows that it’ll never be enough. He could see a couple deep below into the bush, just more for him to eat up before hunting for more food. Like a dog, he uses his sharp claws to dig down for the blueberries. Of course with a belly the size of a boulder, crouching down wasn’t an option. Once he digs a perfectly sized hole for his head, he dives onto the ground and starts eating the last remaining blueberries. As he eats, his ears are blind to the sounds of someone thumping over to him, getting closer and closer with heavy footsteps that are just the same as Bongo’s. “Need to find more.” Bongo hopes as he scurries around the hole, seeing if some were buried underneath the dirt. Finally, just as he was about to get the last one, his nose bumps into something else. “Oof!” He lets out.

“Guh!” Another voice says back. Bongo, in surprise, lifts his head up all the way to see a large oversized weasel, wearing nothing but tattered pants and a small rope around his waist as if it were his belt. The weasel had dark brown fur, green eyes, and a belly that looked like he had eaten five turkeys in one go. “Ack!” The weasel screams before jumping back away from the fat dragon.

“AH!” Bongo screams afterwards, also jumping back away from the weasel as he slams on his fat butt on the ground. Bongo gets up from the ground quickly, flinching slightly. The two stand far apart from each other, glancing and staring at their faces and bellies. The two fatties are about the same size and height, just different species. If the weasel was a dragon like Bongo, they could have been twins. Even the weasel had himself a club with him, dragging it on the ground. Circling around the empty bush, as if the two are having a standoff, Bongo and the weasel lift up their clubs and swing them toward each other’s heads. [Bonk!] It’s a good thing that Bongo was wearing his helmet, but the swing from the weasel’s swing puts him in a daze. “Whoa…..”

“Hehehehehe…..” The weasel on the other hand didn’t have a helmet on but his skull must be very strong to withstand Bongo’s strength. He laughs in a goofy way, stumbling about. Bongo thought he could see stars rotating around his head. He and the weasel took their time to gain back their conscience and vision, both still staring at each other. “Hehehe, you hit Bingo pretty good.” The weasel says, his tone sounding more familiar as Bongo’s.

“Bingo?” Bongo scratches his helmet and tilts to the side in confusion.

“My name is Bingo.” He slaps his belly, letting it jiggle. “What’s your name?” He asks back.

“My name is Bongo.” The dragon too slaps his belly, much harder so the ripples on his fat scaly skin are larger. He chuckles afterwards, playing with his tummy some more. He stops and looks back down at Bingo’s gut, fascinated by how large it is. “Bongo loves your tummy. How is it so big?” Bongo is curious about that.

Bingo looks down at his gut, groping his sides with ease. “I eat a lot. My tummy always wants more food.” The weasel explains, releasing his belly to let it droop down on the ground. “It makes my bum big too.” He turns around before shaking his fat butt towards Bongo, teasing the dragon while his tail wags like a mutt.

“My bum is big too!” Bongo shakes his own fat butt right against Bingo’s. Their butts get closer to each other until they touch together. “Hehehe.” Bongo laughs silly. [GRRRRRRRRRRR!] The two jump in fear once they hear a strange and fearful growling noise.

At first, they thought there was a beast in the woods, stalking them behind the trees or above, then they heard a second growl. This time, Bongo focuses on that growl which leads to Bingo’s gut, vibrating like crazy. “Huh?” Bingo looks down at his belly, realizing that he’s just hungry. “Hehehe, My belly is starving.” He pats his belly softly, easing it down. “I got food back at my camp. Want to come?”

Bongo would absolutely love to come to his campsite, only because he likes Bingo and he’ll never turn down some food. “Yeah!” He cheers.

“Follow me, buddy!” Bingo says as he leads Bongo down the path, both dragging their clubs on the ground and waddling like penguins. Their stomps are loud as if it's thundering above their heads. As they walked, they kept laughing to themselves in a silly way with their bellies and butts bouncing up and down.
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It’s just sunset as the two fatties are sitting by the campfire that was just set up recently. The two are eating all the food Bingo had brought with him during his time in the woods. Bongo is still curious to know where he got all of this food from. Munching on a large loaf of bread, the dragon pats his stuffed tummy as a small belch leaves his throat. “Mmmmm, these are very tasty for my belly. Where did you get this food?” He asks.

Bingo finishes up a large piece of meat, cooked and juicy. “Hehehe, I stole it from the city.” The weasel answers with no regrets. It seems like Bongo’s new fat friend is a thief, one that steals food.

Bongo lets out a shocked gasp. “You stole food!?” As an ex-guard of the kingdom, he was told that thieves in his old city were nothing more than low-life crooks who take anything they want from the innocent. Unfortunately, he never did a great job catching them down as he would accidentally let them get away due to his clumsiness.

“Yeah, as if Bingo had a choice. I’m a starving weasel and I got no one who would help me.” Bingo sighs softly, crossing his arms as Bongo can see the look of disappointment on his face.

“Awwww, you didn’t have a family?” Bongo asks, putting his hand on Bingo’s furry shoulder in case to comfort him.

Again, Bingo sighs. “I didn’t have any family. Back at that kingdom, I was tossed into the dungeons once I was born. I was alone, scared, and helpless. I just wished they knew why they were so cruel to me.” Bingo whimpers, as if he is about to shed a tear.

“I’m so sorry, Bingo. I was the same way, especially when they made fun of me when I was a guard.” Bongo wishes he didn’t remember those days, being made fun of for his stupidity and weight. It’s the only reason why he left.

“Oh, I became a guard. But it didn’t go well.” His ears folded back in shame. “I was made fun of.”

“Oh Bingo.” Being a caring friend, Bongo wraps his chubby arms around Bingo’s chest to give him a soft hug. “I was the same way too. I came into the forest to get away and start a new life.” Maybe Bongo can convince Bingo to live with him in the woods if so.

“Heh, you have a good life. I still live in the kingdom, just stealing food. Being a fat weasel is fun.” He sniffles a little before patting his trustworthy gut. The weasel looks up at the moon, the bright white circle in which the weasel can only see cheese as its appearance. “It’s getting dark out Bingo, we should get some rest.” He suggests before using his strong lung power to blow out the fire. “Thank you for being my good friend for Bingo.”

Bongo can only blush, knowing he made a new friend. “You’re welcome. And by the way, I will always be with you until the end.”

As if Bingo could see hearts around his eyes, that was the nicest thing that anyone has said to him. “Thank you so much, Bongo!” He gets up again to give Bongo his own hug towards the dragon. Rather than letting go, the two snuggle together underneath the moonlit, like a lovely couple needing each other's warmth. “Goodnight, Bongo.”

“Goodnight, Bingo.” Bongo replies back as the two close their eyes and slumber away. The dragon wonders what adventures the two will have.