Hopping up onto the step of the house in front of him, Thomas brought himself up onto his hind legs and moved his paw towards the door bell. Yet just before the eevee could bring himself to push it, he stopped, glancing up at the number plaque fixed just above the door frame. 

28. He was in the right place. Thomas could've surmised that from it being between 27 just behind him and 29 ahead, but it was important to be sure of things. All that was left to do was ring the doorbell.

Thomas took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. His stomach felt tight with anticipation of the long awaited evening ahead of him. The exceptionally strange evening. He wondered what miracle had taken place to allow its arrangement.

Then, he looked at the door bell again. It would be even more miraculous if Thomas managed to actually push the button. Sucking in a breath through clenched teeth, he slammed his paw down on the button, dropping back down to all fours with his heart pounding.

A muffled "just-a-minute!" called back from the other side of the door, followed by the sounds of frantic rustling and clanging, a sharp word or two, and the loudening thumps of someone approaching the door. When it opened, it revealed a cozy, carpeted living room that gave absolutely no clue as to what it was that had caused such a racket. Of course, Thomas' view of it was slightly obscured by the six foot tall goo dragon standing in the doorway. 

"Oh, hello!" Taylor said, leaning down towards him. "You must be Thomas, here for the sewing lesson, right?"

Thomas replied with a quick "yep" and his best winning smile. He hoped it was winning, anyway, and not more akin to a rictus grin. If it was, Taylor didn't comment on it, instead turning around with a flourish and beckoning him to come inside. "Well, don't just stand out there in the cold, come on in!"

Thomas padded in after Taylor, coming to a stop in the living room next to a love seat while the goodra continued on into the adjoining kitchen. "I'll pour you a cup of tea, I've just had the kettle on. How do you take it?"

"Uh, two sugars, please." Thomas jumped up onto the love seat and made himself comfortable. While Taylor was busy preparing their drinks, Thomas occupied himself by glancing around the goodra's living room.

As he'd observed before, it was cozy. Though cozy often tended to be the word people used when they meant small. Here, that was certainly not the case; it was large, large enough for a dragon as big as Taylor to be comfortable in. But all the furniture was made of wood, the cushions on the love seat were so soft you sunk right in, and there was even a [i]fireplace.[/i] Cozy, enough so that it was almost-but-not-quite enough to soothe Thomas' nerves.

It didn't take long before Taylor came back with a cup of tea in each hand, placing one of them on the coffee table in front of them before flopping down onto the love seat. With the small size of the couch and the comparatively huge size of the goodra, Thomas was squished to the side to make room for him, pressed tight against the side of the dragon's big, warm body. Thomas felt his breath hitch for a moment.

It was hardly unreasonable or unexpected that Taylor would want to sit next to him, be close to him. Thomas had come here for a rather specific reason, after all, and they'd be doing much more than sitting together before long. Still, it felt strange to him, a mix of eagerness and tentativeness forming in his chest. The moisture of Taylor's skin against his made his breath quicken, and he reached for his cup in hopes that a bit of tea might calm his nerves. 

"So, have you ever sewn anything before?" Thomas nearly inhaled his tea at the sound of Taylor's voice, and the feeling of it rumbling through him as he spoke. He finished swallowing his tea, thankfully managing to avoid inhaling it, then looked up at the goodra, who was giving him a friendly smile. God, he was so large, huge, enormous. It was hard to imagine how things were going to… work, later on.

"Err, no, never." He could feel a blush starting to come on at the thoughts of what laid ahead, and he brought his cup back up to his muzzle to help hide it, taking another sip. It was good tea, just the right amount of sweet and tart. He almost wished it were bitter, something bracing that might help him pull himself together a little more.

"Oh, that's no trouble at all," Taylor said, pausing to take a loud slurp of his tea. "I could teach a deaf-blind mute to make a decent scarf, at least."

"Ehehe," Thomas chuckled. He hoped he wasn't coming off as awkward as he thought he was. He really wanted Taylor to like him. He was so nice, and of course, there were other reasons. Thomas dropped his gaze lower for a moment, down by where the goodra was holding his teacup just above his lap.

He didn't see anything there, of course. Dragons didn't tend to carry that sort of thing out in the open.

"In fact, if you're ready," Taylor said, "we can start right away."

"O-oh! Right now?" Thomas felt himself flush. He'd expected things to go a little slower, a bit more light conversation before hitting the main event, but it didn't seem like Taylor was the kind of pokémon to beat around the bush. Thomas shuffled his legs closer together, holding his teacup closer to his lap.

"Sure! Come along, I've got a special room set up with all the stuff." Taking a swig to finish off the last bit of his tea, Taylor placed his empty cup back onto the table and got up, headed towards a hallway on the far side of the room. Thomas put his still quarter-full cup next to it and hopped off of the couch, following close behind.

---

"And here we are, my own little slice of heaven," Taylor said, standing aside to give Thomas an uninterrupted view of the room. It was a little workshop, with shelves along the walls stocked with all manner of fabric, thread, safety pins, thimbles, and all manner of other things that could be considered even slightly sewing related. In the centre of the room was a huge table, strewn with scraps, tools, and a single pincushion absolutely filled with needles. Two stools stood side by side in front of it.

"Very impressive," Thomas said, looking around the room to take it all in. He had to admit, this hadn't quite been what he'd had in mind when Taylor had said 'start right away'. He'd been thinking that the sewing lessons might have been later on the agenda, with certain [i]other[/i] events coming first. Still, he wasn't complaining.

"Take a seat and we'll get things rolling." While Taylor started clearing some space on the table to work on, Thomas hopped up onto the stool, staring down at the tools scattered across the table like the collection of sacred artifacts that, for all his knowledge of their use, they might as well have been. Though that didn't impact his willingness to learn in the slightest.

"Alright, you've never sewn anything before? Let's start with the basics, threading a needle." Taylor shifted the pincushion and a spool of brown thread towards Thomas as he spoke. "Pretty simple. Take the end of the thread, get it wet, feed it through the hole."

"How do I get it wet?" Thomas asked, pulling some thread away from the spool.

"Use your mouth, silly!" Taylor said, his voice coming from above. Thomas looked up to see the goodra leaning over him, smile beaming down, arms leaning against the table on either side of him. "Better view from up here," he added, with a wink. Having the dragon pressed up against his back was somewhat distracting, but Thomas tried to keep his mind focused on sewing instead of the sort of activities Taylor's presence tended to invoke thoughts of.

Thomas licked the end of the thread and then got to work trying to poke it through the eye of the needle, hunching over to get a better look at what he was doing. His first attempt was less than stellar, sliding right past the far side of the needle. The second attempt was the same, but on the near side this time. Third attempt, the thread curved away right as it was about to go in.

The fourth through ninth attempts had similar outcomes. Thomas was rapidly beginning to regret being born with paws instead of hands.

"You look so cute when you're frustrated!" Taylor cooed from above. Thomas was about to look up from his needle and give him the glare of the century, when he suddenly felt something firm and slippery press against his backside. "Here, I'll show you how to thread a needle," he murmured, his voice dropping from high pitched and affectionate to low and sultry.

Thomas had to pause for a moment to take in the situation and reassure himself that this was, in fact, happening, and he hadn't been transported to some sort of topsy-turvy, upside-down bizarro world. He'd expected sex, and he'd expected sewing, but he hadn't expected them to be… together. Everything about this was utterly absurd.

On the other hand, it was also pretty hot. So the question was, should he play along and keep it going?

"Oh yeah, I'm— I'm sew ready!" Thomas sputtered, suppressing the urge to wince at the words that'd just come out of his mouth. That wasn't even a good pun, everyone and their grandmother had heard that one before. Probably by being told it [i]by[/i] their grandmother, in fact. He didn't know whether he wanted to burst into laughter or slap himself in the face.

"This is gonna be harder'n fitting a camel through the eye of a needle," Taylor mumbled, looking back over Thomas' shoulder as he aligned the tip of his shaft with his entrance, smearing it with slime. "But I'll make it work."

"Was that a Bible reference?" Thomas thought. "That's not even sewing related. What is even happening?" The eevee felt like his brain was about to explode. He didn't know if that was from nerves about what they were about to do or from the utter ridiculousness of how they were doing it.

Though whichever it was, the feeling manifested as a mildly perplexed look on his face and a muffled groan under his breath. Taylor, taking this as a sign of eagerness, began to push forward. 

Thomas sucked in sharply as he felt it slide into him, the tapered end easily slipping inside his tailhole, though he could feel it rapidly thickening as it worked its way deeper. He was thankful for the natural sliminess of his teacher, otherwise things would be a lot more uncomfortable. Twitching, Thomas' sheath stirred to life, a thin stream of pre already oozing out of his half-erect shaft.

"You might want to use waxed thread, especially when you're just starting off," Taylor said, breathing a little heavier. Dear God, was he still going? "You'll find it makes insertion a whole lot easier!"

The goodra punctuated his point by thrusting firmly into Thomas' rear, tugging on his tail for better leverage and oozing a thick spurt of goo deep inside of him. Thomas gasped at the sensation, feeling globs of the stuff smearing along his insides, painting his guts with wet heat. That was just pre. If Thomas was able to feel [i]that[/i], what was it going to be like when Taylor actually came?

"Wow, you're a real natural! You've already got the hang of the backstitch!" Taylor said with glee, continuing to press forwards into the little eevee. Thomas let out a long moan, expressing both how he felt about Taylor's cock stretching him wider and probing deeper into his guts, as well as his opinion on the goodra's gutwrenchingly awful pun.

Just how big was Taylor, anyway? The goodra had been sliding his way under Thomas' tail for a good bit already, yet the eevee still hadn't felt him bottom out. Reaching a paw down to his stomach, Thomas was mildly shocked to feel a steadily growing bulge, though he couldn't say that it was entirely unexpected. After all, Taylor was at least three times his size.

"I feel like a thimble," Thomas mumbled, followed by a sharp grunt and twitch as he felt another burst of fluid inside of him, allowing the goodra to slide another inch or so inside of him. His back legs jerked at the sensation, and another dribble of pre slid down the eevee's own, now fully erect member. Regardless of his apprehension, he had to admit that it felt very, very nice.

"Think of it as hands on experience," Taylor said, his thighs finally slapping against the eevee's rear. Thomas noticed that the goodra felt positively covered in slime now, far slimier than they had been back in the living room. Maybe he secreted more slime when he was excited? Thomas supposed the extra lubrication was good.

Glancing down at his underside, Thomas saw that the bulge in his abdomen was now poking out past his rib cage. The occasional bursts of goo were strong enough to push out the walls of his stomach momentarily, before distributing evenly throughout his insides and leaving him just slightly more swollen than before.

"At this rate, your first lesson might end up being on refitting clothes!" Taylor giggled.

Thomas neglected to take the opportunity to point out neither of them had worn clothes today to begin with, distracted by Taylor beginning to rock his hips. The eevee's body was so snug around his cock that his entire body tried to come along as he pulled out; Taylor had to plant his hands on Thomas' forelegs and pin him against the table to get enough leverage to actually move.

A groan forced its way past Thomas' lips. It felt like everything in his body was being shifted around to make room for the goo dragon, both to fit his cock and the copious amounts of slime that were being pumped into his guts. Judging from his knot just beginning to swell, Taylor couldn't be happier about it.

"God, I'm bursting at the seams," Thomas panted, starting to drool onto the table. His belly was large enough that it would jiggle, were it not stretched taut with what had to be at least a foot of goodra cock. He could feel little rivers of the stuff ooze out of him whenever Taylor thrust back into him, running down his taint and dribbling onto the stool. Of course, Taylor made sure to replace every single drop that oozed out of him, plus extra.

"That's just from me getting you acquainted with my seam ripper!" Taylor leaned his head down next to his ear, as if preparing to whisper a secret. "It's an heirloom, you know. Came with the family jewels!"

Thomas let out what would've been a sigh of exasperation, if it hadn't been cut off by a yip as Taylor slammed back into him. He'd never had such pun filled sex before. It was amazing, it was amusing, but mostly, it was agonizing.

Even with the rather modest pace Taylor had set, Thomas found himself approaching his peak fast. He hadn't even needed to touch himself; the feeling of his his swollen prick slapping against his equally swollen belly, combined with the feeling of being stretched to last thread, was more than enough. 

"Hey, Taylor," Thomas said, between grunts and pants, "I'm getting pretty close. Maybe you'd better—guh—tie this stitch off?" Even with nearly sixteen inches of cock and what had to be at least a gallon of goo in him, he still couldn't make one of those sewing puns without wanting to scream.

"Mmf, gotcha, friend," Taylor said, his strokes becoming shorter and faster. "And what better way to finish off a stitch than with a knot?"

Wait, what?

Thomas hardly had time to do more than give a confused squeak before he felt the quickly swelling knot at the base of Taylor's cock slam against him, looking to gain entry. The goodra pulled back and rammed against him once, twice, before his tailhole finally gave way and the knot slipped inside.

It doubled in size almost immediately, locking it firmly in place and forcing a long cry out of the eevee lucky enough to be wrapped around it. Taylor's head dropped down in front of Thomas, his eyes half-lidded, and he took advantage of Thomas' open mouth by pushing his lips against the eevee's, bringing him into a kiss. Keening cut short, all Thomas could do was moan around the tongue that had invaded his mouth.

Pushed over the edge by the enormous knot that was throbbing violently against his extremely squished prostate, combined with the unexpected oral assault, Thomas let out a muffled whine as his orgasm hit. His knot grew as large as it could and his shaft throbbed once before shooting off one of the largest ropes of cum that he'd ever produced in his life. It splattered against his dangling belly and was quickly followed by another, then another, his body scrambling to paint itself with its own seed while tensing around the goodra and trying to milk him of his own.

The goo dragon was more than happy to oblige. With a powerful noise that sounded like a roar, muffled against Thomas' muzzle as it might've been, Taylor's dick throbbed and dumped the first shot of his load inside of the eevee. The volume was enormous, even compared to what he'd been pumping out earlier. By the first blast, Thomas' belly was already beginning to spill out over the sides of the stool.

Looking down, Thomas could see his middle visibly swell with each pulse of Taylor's cock, gaining several inches of diameter with each blast of gooey cum shot into his guts. Soon, it blocked the view of his back legs and forced his still spurting member downwards, starting to paint the floor rather than the already-saturated fur of his belly.

Thomas might've worried when it would stop if his mind hadn't been completely blanked with pleasure, paralyzed with the bliss of being so utterly stuffed by the goodra. The only actions he was capable of were clenching down around that shaft, shooting his own orgasm out all over the floor, and sucking on Taylor's tongue.

But only for a little while. Their mutual orgasm was enormous—for Taylor, anyway—and intense, but over just as quickly as any other. Once they'd both finished, Taylor broke the kiss, pulling his lips away from Thomas' but not his face. Their faces remained only a few inches apart, the goodra's deep, heavy breaths mingling with the eevee's frantic pants.

One of his hands slipped down to caress Thomas' swollen belly, stroking it softly while it gurgled and sloshed as his body attempted to process the sudden influx of fluid. Thomas appreciated the tenderness, letting out a small sigh and relaxing into the goodra's touches.

Now that his head was a bit clearer, Thomas began to notice a problem. Given he'd been filled up like a water balloon, he doubted he was going to be going anywhere soon. His legs probably wouldn't be able to reach the ground, and even if they did, he couldn't lug around all the liquid weight that'd been pumped into his gut. And that wasn't even considering—

As if to illustrate his point before he even had a chance to make it, Taylor tugged backwards, his knot straining to escape the tiny eevee it'd gotten lodged in. Thomas jerked and let out a yip, the motion sending his belly jiggling underneath him. They definitely weren't going anywhere until that knot deflated, however long that'd take. Until then, Thomas was stuck here, corked full of goodra cum.

"Well, no reason to stop over such a minor inconvenience," Taylor said, gaze shifting back to the abandoned needle and thread lying on the table. "Get back to threading that needle!"

Thomas groaned, reaching out a paw to grab the needle. Even a small move like that sent his gut sloshing beneath him. This was going to be a long lesson.

---

"Say, where'd you get that scarf? It looks fantastic."

That was from Vance, an absol walking alongside Thomas on a warm Sunday evening, heading back from the heart of town. Said scarf was one of those infinity scarves that Thomas had always found so appealing, made out of aquamarine fabric, his favourite colour.

It was also the first thing he'd ever tried to actually sew, with Taylor's ample assistance. Given that and the fact that the compliment came from one of his closest friends, it was greatly appreciated.

"Heh, thanks," Thomas said, giving Vance a slightly self-conscious but on the whole mildly proud smile. "I made it myself."

"Whaaat?" Vance said, eyes widening. "Since when do you know how to sew?"

"I had someone start teaching me a couple days ago. It's been really fun, I'm getting the hang of it really quickly."

"Oooh," Vance said, eyes flicking up from Thomas' scarf back to his face. "You got your own personal teacher? Can they teach me? I always wanted to try that sorta thing."

Thomas opened his mouth, then closed it again. When he responded, he was looking off to the side, away from Vance. "I dunno about that. It might be a bit... weird."

"Aw, c'mon! Whaddya mean weird?" Vance said. Thomas shouldn't have said that; Vance always doubled down if you didn't give him a flat-out 'no.'

"I mean, he's not someone you'd know."

"Couldn't think of a better way to meet their acquaintance!"

"His lessons are a bit, uh, hands-on."

"Well, how else are you s'posed to learn to sew?" Vance brushed up against Thomas' side, and the eevee stiffened at the contact. "Come onnn, just gimme his number and if he says no, then he says no. Won't even bug him about it! Please?"

Thomas looked back towards Vance, and to his surprise, found himself maintaining the glance. To his even greater surprise, he found himself looking the absol up and down, appraising him. He was pretty sure that Taylor would be interested, but... what would Vance think? God, was he really [i]considering[/i] this?

"Fine," Thomas said. Once the word left his muzzle, his eyes widened. Looks like he was doing a whole lot more than considering it, now.

"Yes!" Vance shouted, jumping up in a little hop of happiness and excitement before continuing to pad alongside Thomas. "Ooh, thank you so much, this is gonna be so much fun!"

In spite of himself, Thomas couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. He was sure that Vance would be having plenty of fun. Hopefully not any more fun than he'd bargained for. He'd tell the absol about all the little details once they'd finished their walk.