This is my part of the trade for  Alesrk299 with his shark and dragon hybrid Ralf. (Sorry for the lack of thumbnail, something isn't going right with it.)

Check their part here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/46673408/

Ralf belongs to  Alesrk299

When William the golden retriever and Ralf the hybrid is in huge debt of money on their farm, the canine comes up with a good plan to get it back. All it takes is a nice big blueberry buddy.
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Sunday afternoon, a big, fat, and furry hybrid of a shark and dragon wearing a buttoned shirt and pants named Ralf had begun his day on the farm with his anthro canine buddy, a golden retriever wearing a farmer’s outfit who owns the place. His name is William. While Ralf works with taking care of the farm animals, William works with the financial part of the farm. And there have been a couple of issues going on lately. Like the fact that he was in some serious debt with the costs of the new equipment after the seller might have cheated and increased the price at the time when the two needed these expensive equipements. Not to mention that these are the only kind that would be useful for their farming. So now they are left with a choice to make, either sell the farm or go bankrupt. William stresses about the decision and still can’t choose. He wants the farm but he’ll still lose it either way. So sitting on his chair in his office space, across from the window where he sees his partner at work with the farm, he tries to think of an idea that could get them money fast.

Meanwhile, Ralf was bored and tired. He has been working the farm for hours with breaks and lunch. It’s hard work to keep both the animals and the crops happy as one furry farmer. If it weren’t for his wings, it would have been slower to get across the field. Then again, his weight has been slowing down since he stuffed himself a ton of leftovers from last week he still didn’t exercise off. At least it was some good leftovers. But Ralf was also worried about the debt they were in. Without the farm, he had nowhere else to go. It was his dream to do something like this, away from overpopulated cities and no customers to deal with. Rarely anyone would come onto the farm besides thieves and prankers who would try to take their cattle and smash their crops. Wiping the sweat off of his forehead, he feels worn out again and needs another break. So Ralf finds himself a hay bale to sit on while catching his breath. “This is too much for me.” He softly complains so William won’t hear him. He wishes that he had more people to work with, but he wouldn’t be capable of talking to them because of his social anxiety.

Exhausted and clueless to an idea from his books that he kept for years, he felt like there was no use in fighting. Maybe it was time to move on or wait until he had enough to buy a new farm. But then, as he was opening one of his drawers to put one of his books back, he finds something that he has not seen in a long time, a stick of gum wrapped in a paper foil. He certainly remembers the piece of gum, just by the blueberry logo on the wrapper. He uses these for his cows whenever he needs to juice them and collect the liquid to sell, which made him tons of money from the start. This could be his last hope to save the farm and possibly the future of their lives. He searched around the drawer to find some more, but there was none left. He even tried the other drawers to see if they had been spread around, but still none. The only issue he had with this is that the recipe he uses is that the cows are supposed to chew two of them for a much bigger profit. Only one wouldn’t do much besides make them bloated. But it wouldn’t be the same for people, as he saw warning labels about not to use them on people. Even how the internet has soared with tons of videos using this stuff. He hadn’t tried it himself since doing it alone would be a risk of popping. But he wasn’t alone, he had Ralf with him. But Ralf didn’t know anything about this blueberry gum, nor had he heard about it. This was before Ralf joined William on the farm so if he were to use the gum on himself, Ralf would have no clue how to help. So maybe he will use the gum on him and juice the liquid out of the hybrid. By his size compared to the canine’s, the dragon shark could possibly produce more juice than him and maybe grow as big as a cow would with the gum. Hopefully Ralf would forgive him after he’s done. So with the gum in his paw, he gets up from his chair and leaves his room to go see his friend.

Ralf wishes that he could chug down that water pipe right in front of him, he’s so thirsty from the heat blasting onto his face. But just as he was about to get up, he could see the golden retriever opening the back door to the house and walking towards him. “Oh hey, William. Sorry for taking another break, it’s so hot out.” He apologizes as he huffs.

William did agree that it was hot out, about ninety five degrees out. “It’s alright. You can cool down if you do something for me.” He said as he opened his paw to show Ralf a piece of gum.

“Is that gum?” Ralf asks, unsure why he was giving him gum as something he needs to do for work. Then again, maybe he was offering something good for him. They are friends after all.

“Yeah, just chew it.” He doesn’t explain much about it besides the fact that he wants Ralf to chew the stick of gum.

The poor hybrid nods his head, not knowing the consequences he’s about to experience soon. As Ralf takes the gum from his paw and unwraps it, he doesn’t pay attention to the label besides that it’s blueberry flavor. Then, he tosses it in his mouth and chews it slowly. “Mmmm, this is good. Thanks for the gum.” He kept chewing, getting all the flavoring in and swallowing it, hoping it would help solve his hydration problem. As he kept sucking the juice in, he didn’t notice that his nose and snout were changing to a darker shade of blue. But William could see it as it was part of the effect, the same thing that happened with the cows. When Ralf notices the way his friend was staring at him, he asks, “Is something wrong?”


“No, nothing at all.” He lies, trying to keep the chewing going and waiting for the blue to spread some more as it reaches his face, like someone painting him. “By the way, do you feel a bit…full?” He questions as he looks down at Ralf’s gut to see if it has happened yet.

Mmmm…no?” It was a strange question but maybe William was going to offer him some food in case he was hungry. “Are we going to eat somewhere?”

“Not exactly.” The dark shade of blue finally colors his entire face as it spreads all the way down to his body. His hands inside of his gloves were changing colors too, going upwards to his arms. It was only just a couple of seconds when he noticed his arm changing into a strange dark blue color.

“H-hey. Why is my arm changing colors?” Then he looks around his entire body, pulls up his shirt to see the dark blue color right on his stomach, even his legs and snout as he gets a good look at it. “Why is my body turning dark blue!?” Panicking, he keeps chewing the gum but at a much quicker pace. The blue finally finishes up coloring his tail, body, and even his entire head and fur. Once that step is done, that’s where the fun begins. Ralf’s stomach groans and bubbles, forcing the poor dragon shark to groan with sickness. “William, why do I feel full already?” He was sure that the juice he was sucking from the gum wasn’t that much. Another thing that he noticed was how his clothes were tightening on him, like they were shrinking or he was growing out of them. He looks down at his belly, now in shock to witness it expand and round out. “Ack! My belly, it’s swelling!” He has no idea what is causing this to happen. When he pokes it with his finger, it sloshes. “What is this!?” He asks William with panic as he almost loses his balance due to his rear end bwomping with the strange liquid. Turning into a heavy bottom with his sides and thighs thickening up, the belt holding his jeans snaps off with the buckle breaking off. “Do something!”

William smirks, though he wishes that belt had stayed on. He didn’t want to pay for anything that breaks. “Don’t worry Ralf, you won’t explode or something. It’s just some blueberry juice.” He walks up to the swelling hybrid, patting his stomach as it grows more. “I just need you to produce some juice so we can sell it. It’ll help repay those debts.” William explains the idea of how they were going to get their money back.

Ralf has no idea what he was talking about nor does he think the blueberry juice could be produced out of him. The buttons on his shirt spread apart from each other, with its gaps showing his dark blue furry belly sticking out. Ralf tries to walk forward to see if he can somehow stop this, but with his thighs squishing each other and stiff, all he can do is waddle. “Please…..I’m too big to move!” He whines, grunting with each step he takes. As he can feel his arms fattening up with the juice, the buttons from his shirt go popping off one by one, exposing his entire round belly. The juice then reaches up to his chest, limiting his sight on the ground and his friend. Even his own cheeks blew up to the sizes of baseballs. Rounding out into the shape of an orb, William gently rubs his belly before putting an ear to hear the juice sloshing around. “Mfffh!?”

“Relax, Ralf. You’ll be done soon.” And by that, he means watches as Ralf’s limbs combine with his orb-shaped body and his paws, feet, and head sinking in. His shirt rips in half and falls right on the ground as the seams on his pants just slowly rips but doesn’t burst off. Once the swelling stops, all Ralf could do was flail his arms and feet around as he wobbles side to side. His body creaks and groans, feeling like he was going to burst any minute if the swelling had kept going. “There you go, now that’s a ripe berry.” He chuckles as he keeps rubbing his friend’s taut belly, making him whine and moan. “Time to roll you into the juicer before I let you stay like this for too long.” Pressing both paws on Ralf’s round body, he uses his strength to roll him slowly before he catches some speed, right through a dusty and broken down shack that’s huge enough to fit a giant boulder inside. Rather than opening the doors, he uses Ralf’s body to break them and smash the pieces up. As they were both inside, Ralf couldn’t see what William was doing but it sounded like he was starting something up. “Hopefully this doesn’t break down on you. It’s been years since I’ve used this juicer.” Ralf worries about it too much. The juicer itself was this giant machine with two giant plates on the side, big as Ralf’s large blueberry body. There was also a control panel on the side that’s used to activate the machine. As the canine turns it on, the machine whirls up slowly and William goes back to Ralf and pushes him on the platform, between the giant plates.


“Mfh!?” Ralf muffles, asking what will happen to him. Unfortunately, William can’t understand a word he says so he clearly ignores his muffles. Just a few more clicks and button pressing on the machine, and William turns on the plates as they move closer to Ralf’s body, softly squeezing it until it gets tighter and tighter. “This may take a while so I’ll keep the farm safe while you get juiced. See ya.” And so William leaves the shed while letting the blueberry hybrid get squeezed by the two enormous plates pressing on his sides. What did he get himself into?
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About a week later after swelling up Ralf, Wiliam had begun selling his blueberry drinks again, this time made from a shark dragon. In fact, he made so much money that not only was he able to pay off the debts, but he was able to get more repairs on the machine since it did break down a little and buy more of that special blueberry gum he got from an old friend from a different state. The canine was filled with joy, happy that his plan worked so well. William goes back to the shed, the machine still running and Ralf, about the same size as before with juice leaking out of his mouth, was very bored but at least William would feed him everyday and love on his gut. “Hey there buddy, thank you so much for helping me out. Sorry that you’re still in there, you’ll be back to normal tomorrow.” William assures him as he pats Ralf’s belly. “The good news is that we won’t have to sell the farm.” And the best thing is that there is no bad news.

“Mfh?” He muffles, wondering if he can get more to eat.

“I still don’t know what you are saying but I’ll still feed you if that's what you are asking for.” He sees Ralf nodding his head with joy and William knows exactly that is what he wanted. “Alright buddy, twelve plates of sandwiches and six bowls of soup coming right up.” Proud of what his friend has become, he will willingly do anything for the big berry from feeding and giving him massages. Maybe he should make him chew that gum more to keep the money flowing. Or better yet, let him chew as many as he can at once and let him expand bigger than he is now.