az/marie unfinished(?) rose/oc vore/wg

MD: It was actually quite surprising how much Marie did around the place, despite her quite large size. She was cleaning, cooking and making sure the apartment was clean and tidy almost 24/7, apart from the times when she was lazing around and making the messes herself. The idle partner in the duo was Rose, who hardly seemed to make anything near a mess, but was expected to clean up by Marie for reasons she could hardly fathom. One day, after an especially gruelling task of tidying after what could only be described as a "Binge eating disaster", she flopped onto the couch with Rose, sighing and glancing at the TV, hardly caring about what was on. "Rose..." She started ", is there anything you want to do today? At all? We never seem to really do much together and... I dunno, I feel like I just do more than you? Come on! Lets do something, it'll be fun!"

ROSE: Said lethargic individual was reclining on the couch, head in one hand and other holding the small novels she seemed perpetually engrossed in, and not paying much attention to the television either. It was true that she was a big eater, not to say her roommate wasn't, but while Marie was content to clean and tidy their shared apartment, Rose didn't have much against leaving things in her own odd sort of disarray, leaving food contained and personal belongings strewn about and yet still knowing where they were until the redhead moved them. She barely even glanced over at said redhead as the buxom girl plopped down on the couch next to her, notable taller even when seated, and the tone of her voice was a dry and nonchalant as ever. "That depends on your definition of "doing something". In a strictly literal sense, we're both doing something already, given our continued and decidedly non-static existence, but if you had something at least a little more defined in mind, I suppose I can at least give you a chance to make your case."

MD: She suddenly realised why it was she didn't try to spark up any activities with the larger girl. She looked around, biting her lip, attempting to find some kind of topic starter to actually get the metaphorical ball a-rollin'. She spotted a book that Rose had been reading, Lovecraft it seemed. Awesome! Right in her element! She sat up, before pointing at the book lazing on the floor, attempting to at least grab the couch potato's attention in a bid for a common interest. "Lovecraft eh? He's a hell of a guy... uh... that whole cthulhu mythos is something, eh?"

ROSE: Her violet eyes lifted to glance at the book, then after a moment at Marie, and the tiniest of smirks crossed her face as she flipped a page in her book. What the portly blonde lacked in height and bust, she made up for in tummy and rear, her undeniably well-fed and bottom-heavy figure reaching out a bit as she stretched her legs out slightly and flipped another page in her book without even looking. "For starters, that's Ambrose Bierce, not Lovecraft, although I can't sincerely fault you for the mistake. Secondly, a solid B for effort, if nothing else; I'm not sure why you're so intent to make the day an exciting paragon of activity, but don't let that stop you from pursuing your goals."

MD: Fuck. Shit. Fucking Shit. Shitting Fuck. How the heck did she manage to fuck it up that bad? She sighed, rubbing the back of her head and chuckling quietly, hoping the rebound off this, despite the small bead of sweat dripping down her forehead. She folded one leg over the other, before sighing and rolling her eyes. "Duh, of course! H-how could I mistake them... uh... still, fantastic authors, am I right? Hard to think that they could just imagine all this stuff and just treat it like idle little uh... stories and... junk..." ... surely a poet, the smoothest talker of our time.

ROSE: Honestly, she was more amused at the taller girl's flustered state than anything, letting her awkwardly stammer and simmer before sitting up just a bit as well. Despite being clad in an only slightly undersized t-shirt and shorts, Rose still had to idly tug down the hem a bit as she moved, bare feet resting on the ground and torso resting against the armrest of the sofa. The blonde was ready to wait for Marie to stop talking about interjecting, but as the redhead's voice trailed off, Rose hiccuped a bit, accompanying a long, growling, clearly audible rumble from her doughy paunch that convinced her to pause her reading more than anything her roommate could have done. "Mmhm. On a wholly unrelated note, I don't suppose we could make whatever it is you're trying to accomplish a bit more skewed towards edibility? I'm sure there are plenty of exhilarating experiences to be had in the culinary arts and appreciation thereof."

MD: She rolled her eyes, plump cheeks almost jiggling from the sheer intensity of the movement. She shrugged after it, before sitting back on the couch and huffing, looking out at the kitchen. It was hard to tell Rose that there wasn't any food, especially since what was left of it was now stweing away in her plump tummy, making it gurgle and groan under her rather tight shirt, which seemed adamant on rolling up and revealing the damn near porcelain white flesh of the plush girl. She pulled it down, huffing a little. "See, thing is, we don't have any food at the moment. Hey! We could go shopping! Thats something we could do together!"

ROSE: Oh. That definitely got her attention, and she paused, before lowering her book properly and turning her head to actually look at the taller girl, expression muted. Despite the fact that not having food in a house with two clearly gluttonous girls was kind of an obvious possibility, Rose couldn't help but be only a bit indignant at the realization. Sure, a lot of that food had gone into her own figure, long nights spend reading with far, far too much take-out and junk food for most people within arm's reach, but still. "Are you sure? I could understand if we were low on food, or perhaps out of the more palatable ingredients, but I can't imagine we've run entirely out of food as a whole."

MD: There wasn't much that she could say in response to that. It was hard enough knowing that she'd eaten more than she really needed to the night before in that little bet she had with an online friend, and it was even harder knowing that after this, she'd have to ask Rose for the money for the new food because she ended up buying tons of useless junk online. She sighed, before biting her lip, trying to think of a way to word it without sounding completely useless. "There is actually not a single scrap of food in the house, and I would know because I happened to uh... eat it all, in a kind of dare last night. You know what those kinky freaks are like online, always betting I can't do this and can't do that... uh... So it'd be great if we could go get some food, because I'm... uh... still sort of hungry..." She said all this quite worriedly, eyes blinking moreso than usual, little beads of sweat running down her forehead as she gulped nervously, the mute stare of the plush cutie causing quite a level of discomfort.

ROSE: :Well, that explained why she was so nervous. As she explained her entirely self-inflicted dilemma, Rose was silent, sharp gaze fixed on her roommate's flustered face in an almost concerningly nonchalant posture. It was hard not to be...irritated, if nothing else, at the situation, left in a foodless house with a glutton who had clearly been overindulging herself, and as Marie sweated and spoke, the shorter girl's gaze slid down a bit to that visibly protruding, faintly audibly digestive mound of round belly, jutting out under a more than tantalizingly sized bust and resting atop a well-fed set of thunder thighs. Another almost agonizingly loud and silence-breaking groan escaped her own softer belly, and she licked her teeth a bit as she let her novel fall off the side of the sofa, glancing up with an almost dully tempered look, eyes half-lidded in sarcastic unimpression.
ROSE: "So we're essentially foodless because you decided the best course of action was to follow the presumably perverted advice of a contact and gorge yourself into what most would consider a wholly unnecessary stupor, again, and leverage the resulting dearth of sustenance as an excuse to drag me outside? Without even commenting on the fact that you'd hardly constitute famished by most any standards, that seems like a rather self-centered concept. What if I were to lack the funding or the interest in renewing your stockade of extravagant mealpieces?"

MD: She'd thrown herself into the lion's pit of her own accord, and apparently without a ladder to crawl up for escape. This was it, she felt. Either this was eviction, or evisceration at the hands of her short, adorable roommate. She stood up, sighing, each inch of her plush body just that little bit more visible, especially in the way that they jiggled and wiggled and bounced, her whole body looking juicier than ever. She couldn't help but note how good it all felt to feel like she took up just that little bit more space, but she couldn't dwell on the thought. "Look, I'm sorry! I'm impulsive and I guess... hey! We still have juice! Lots and lots of juice, I didn't drink that!!! SO it's not all bad! Right? If you want, I-I'll go get the food!!! I'm sure I have SOME money ar...around, somewhere... maybe..."

ROSE: Expression clearly uninterested in the bouncing beaut's hastily offered consolations, she tried to focus her dulled stare on Marie's face, but with how she was frantically gesturing and motioning, it was hard not to double take at the way her immense shelf of breast swayed and wobbled in her top, or how said wobbling was only highlighting the struggle of her shirt to conceal her overfed gut. Pushing her own wide figure off the couch, Rose stood, crossing her arms just for extra effect as she looked up to meet the taller woman's eyes. To say she wasn't as greedy as her partner when it came to food was a clear lie, history of gluttony outlined on her side hips, shorts-filling thighs and the way her own flabby gut pressed against her simple tee, but it didn't stop her from holding up her air of indignance. Her mind briefly wandered back to her previous accomplishments in digestive glory, silently weighing her options and capabilities, before she cocked her head a bit and gave a faint, almost aggressive smirk at Marie, one folded arm's fingers kneading the side of her thankfully more quietly rumbling belly to quell its protests at its emptiness.
ROSE: "Juice, unfortunately, isn't much of a meal, no matter how much of it you attempt to imbibe simultaneously. As for your monetary value, while I won't make assumptions, I'm going to take a wholly, entirely uneducated guess and say that we'd be lucky to get a pizza out of whatever you've got lying about. On the other hand, there are certainly alternatives to a situation wherein two hungry individuals, be that hunger justified or no, require the best out of a budget for one."

MD: "Rose please, it really is SO hard to understand what you're trying to say when you're being so weird and aloof and just... odd. I just want you to know that I fucked up, and that I'm willing to take blame and responsibility for whatever ends up happening, because it was my fault!!! I mean, you're no better, sneaking food off that I buy for myself... it's not fair, y'know! I just wanna have my own food sometimes, y'know? But anyways, what the fuck are you even talking about, Rose???"
MD: She groaned out, knowing that the only thing that pisses her off more than not eating was the stupid riddles that Rose seemed to spout out in any form of conversation between the two of them. She pushed her gflasses up to rub her eyes, turning around to look at the wall and just groan, unable to comprehend what was being said. Literally. She had no idea what Rose was even talking about. She sighed, attempting to calm herself down, before turning back with a flushed face from embarrassment and an almost pleading looking stare.

ROSE: "In that case, allow me to demonstrate a concept commonly known as killing two birds with one stone. In the meantime, I'll allow you to ponder on what the birds in question represent."
ROSE: It was a few more moments of sizing up Marie before she came to a conclusion, and with only a bit of hope that she possessed the necessary physical fortitude to go through with her intentions, reached up to clench her chubby fingers around the redhead's collar. In hindsight, it seemed almost a bit obvious; a way to, with any luck, give her the level satiation she hadn't felt in quite some time, free up extra funds for her own needs, give her a bit more space in the apartment, get out of having the cleaner girl nagging her about her habitual messiness, and, well, maybe on some level she'd enjoy the moment of retribution for some of the former. Still, the main thing on her mind was the almost chaotic grumbling of her empty belly, and as she abruptly yanked Marie down a bit and parted her thick, plump lips, the last thing the redhead heard before her own face was unceremoniously stuffed into the shorter, starving blonde was the airy gurgling of her sizable yet empty belly rumbling up her open throat.

MD: The first reaction is always the most prominent. This was, in Marie's case, completely and utter stillness. The thought of such a thing happening to her... well... EVER, had never crossed her pretty little mind before, yet here it was, clear as day, happening to her. That sound of rumbling gurgles was soon muffled as her head filled the cavity it was resonating out of, but even then there was nothing she could even fathom doing. She was stunned, shocked, petrified, terrified, and before she knew it every inch of her deliciously juicy body was submitting to the smaller blonde's grasp, and it was shivering as though she was in the coldest place imaginable. "R...Rose... w... wha... whats... I..."

ROSE: In her defense, as flimsy as it was, Rose sincerely hadn't expected her to be so...oddly delicious. The taste of the plump redhead was unique and indescribable, but peppered with a myriad of other light flavors, from those clinging to her outfit to what the hungry blonde assumed were her own recent stuffings. She could both hear and feel Marie's voice in her own throat, and likely would have responded with a thoroughly sardonic comment if she could, but settled for simply gulping forcibly and pulling her tubby roommate both shoulder-deep into her mouth and closer to the sofa with her. There was an odd serenity to it, less of a life and death struggle and more of a simple indulgence, and the countless extravagant meals that had tested the limits of the pale, portly girl's gullet had unknowingly prepared her well for her current task.

MD: Suddenly and with great vigor, her strength came back to her. She squirmed, kicked, whimpered, desperately attempted to get herself out of the sticky situation she'd suddenly been thrust into. The lion's den had become more of a snakepit, and more importantly, she was stuck between the jaws of the biggest, fattest snake that was thrust into the pit in the first place. Having her shoulders completely engulfed was a problem, especially considering how most of her escape plan included pushing against her sudden captor. Bollocks to that, it seemed.

ROSE: The resistance had obviously been expected, but Rose still found herself being shaken a bit at first, both girls fwhumping onto the sofa sideways as their figures quaked from the motion. Rose's thin tshirt rode up from the motion, exposing a swathe of soft, smooth, pale blubber that easily betrayed her eating habits, but she was far too engrossed in sating the most extreme outcome of those habits to care. More important was the fact that, with both of them on the sofa, all she had to do to force more of the struggling Marie down her gullet was push herself forward. Both shoulders had since passed her lips, and her hands squeezed around the taller girl's torso beneath her hefty breasts as the gluttonous girl prepared to take them in, the thought of groping and squeezing those round, weighty melons not even crossing her mind before their tops met her maw and she was pushing the meaty bust of her soon to be ex-roommate down with renewed vigor at the tactile sensation of those mammaries in her mouth.

MD: It was hard to really say that this was a non-ideal situation at it's core. Rose's plump black lips all over her, especially her tits. It's just different circumstances which cause all this worry and fear and loud shrill shreiking in vain attempts at mercy from the plump, gluttonous, almost monstrous girl. Her plump legs kicked and squirmed, and the feeling of her tits completely slipping into the maw of her captor really caused her to start panicking, finality setting in. "ROSE! Rose look I'm sorry! I can do whatever you ask, I'll go get food, I'll get a better job, hell I'll sell my stuff if I have to! Just don't dop this, please??!"

ROSE: Rose's eyes were half lidded as she gulped and glurked, leveraging both of their sizable weights to force Marie's immense rack past her mouth. As those round, succulent breasts finally slipped into her tight gullet properly, she couldn't help but let the redhead's top ride up slightly, exposing that pale globe of full, fatty gut to the world and eagerly press onto the next portion of her single-piece three-course meal. Though her tits jutted out further, Marie's wobbling tummy was definitely a bit wider, and the entire doughy mass forced Rose's lips apart as it slid slowly into her damp mouth. There was no way to deny that her meal was both figuratively and literally mouthwatering, warm saliva coating the upper swell of gut as it squashed and burbled its way down, and the blonde's tongue eagerly lapped at the deep belly button of her colleague, a soft moan of appreciation for its heft and texture escaping all around the sinking girl's figure. At the same time, Marie's head finally began entering Rose's own hungry belly proper, the sizable paunch starting to swell up a bit and groan as the hot, tight confines greedily accepted the entire portly lady in slow, sliding motions.

MD: Each passing moment was a cognatively dissonant experience for the poor snack, each second of her devouring leading to another inch of her plush body disappearing from the outside world and into the hot, damp tightness of what was once a trusted friend and roommie. She was kicking her legs violently, hoping it would help, and sadly it was just pushing the poor girl even further in! It was like no other experience in the world, getting eaten was like slowly disappearing from the world, second by second, until you're nothing more than a round bulge in a larger person's gut. Wetness started to drip down her rounded gut, and she couldn't help but giggle at how it tickled, especially against her fresh stretch marks!

ROSE: Slowly but surely, that flabby gut vanished into Rose, her slow, paced persistence paying off in spades as she finally had enough of her gluttonous roommate down to slowly lean back. Carefully using Marie's thick, swinging legs to her advantage, she pushed herself into an upright sitting position, head tilted up and letting gravity help as her chubby hands grabbed the redhead's wide hips and pulled her down. Even though Marie was only up to her shoulders and tits in belly proper, Rose had to lean back, feeling her gut distend and bulge forward from the sheer amount of lardy lady being forced into it whole, and the squirming and writhing of her meal caused her lovehandles, thighs and own much more modestly proportioned bust to bounce and wobble in her loose casualwear, rising gut bulging out cheekily from beneath her t-shirt. She didn't even register the other girl's involuntary giggle at the way her wetted belly slid down her gullet, instead focusing on working her way through the thunder thighs encroaching on her lips and rounding out her meal.

MD: She felt her world spin and shift again, moving to an upright position, but still feeling upside down to her. She was exhausted, the sensation of her fat arse disappearing behind Rose's plump lips was enough to seal her fate for her, and she stopped squirming. She didn't have the energy, and she thought that it'd be better to use the energy to try and get out when she got her bearings and was able to actually... Oh god she could hardly move. She'd used so much energy and... it was the food from the night before, she thought. It made her lathargic and useless! She made a mental note to send a rant to the idiot who bet her, before the situation settled in for a second time, her tighs started to get drooled on extensively...

ROSE: 'Just a bit disappointed that the roommate she's swallowing gave up' was not an emotion Rose ever though she would be experiencing, yet here she was, glancing through lidded eyes at the way the thick legs sticking out of her wet maw had stopped moving with a look that could be summarized with a slightly disgruntled "meh". Those lavishly wide and thick thighs met her tongue smoothly, yet the weight rapidly piling up in her gut left her too focused on the sensation of filling up like a wriggling, predatory balloon to think of them as much more than a bit more to pack away. The more she swallowed, the more she slumped, her stomach bulging and expanding out and up before her and pushing her shirt to around her breasts, as her spread legs and downwards sliding posture caused her shorts to slip down a bit from her own blubbery hips and rear. Finally, she found herself with merely ankles to go, the relative smallness of Marie's feet leaving her partially empty-mouthed for the first time since she had begun her abrupt dinner, and moisture dripped from her teeth as she lifted one hand to grip the redhead's soles and shove her down. As Rose let gravity and physics pull those chubby toes down, she had come full circle, lounging in a lazy, sprawled-out position on the sofa, but unlike before, her gut would have taken up most of it had she not let it bulge off the furniture and groan deeply from it's sheer tautness beneath her supple fat.
ROSE: For her part, all she did was lay there, eyes barely open, hands resting on her belly just under her chest as she basked in the sheer, undeniable fullness of it all, breath shallow as she slowly regained her composure after such a breathtaking meal. Fortunately, she had a lot of practice when it came to breathing easy after such a stuffing, though it was never quite as wriggly.

ROSE: After a few moments of silence, as she pressed her palms to her full gut and winced without even realizing it, the tubby girl had settled, at least for the moment, and Rose let out a soft, warm breath, leaning back further against the armrest of the sofa as an audible rumble escaped her monstrously swollen belly. Said stomach reached well past her knees from how glutted she was, the bulging form of Marie only visible in the way the smooth, pale dome shifted and bulged under the thinly-spread fat of her tummy, and her fingers drummed on the uppermost swell of her own gravid midriff as she made no effort to adjust the way her outfit struggled to contain her sheer size. She had gone from starving to massively overstuffed in such a short period of time that, as her gut started to try and process it's immense load, she wasn't even sure if the long, drawn-out groaning and rumbling audible throughout the room was her previous hunger or her current fullness, though the way the mountainous belly before her began to deepen in its bubbling, gurgling proclamations and the tingling, pleasant ache of her taut sides and tummy suggested it was most likely the latter. Besides, she was out of roommates.