azure/max shorter irl feeding/gaining/pampering/stuffing

azure: there is not any of you that isnt decadently soft and plush looking at this point
azure: i mean thats kind of obvious but im terrible at imaginative ego stroking
azure: bluh
Max: heeeee
Max: it's good still

azure: not every compliment to your illustriously soft figure can be a multi-paragraph, half-teasing hypothetical of gently cuddling you from behind and giving you someone to lean against and a pair of working hands to help ease overly generous mountains of sundae and cream into your waiting lips
azure: gingerly cradling and fleetingly stroking that enormous weighty dome of lap-filling, round and thick tummy as it fills up with more and more fattening desserts, until there's simply no more space in your blissfully taut midsection for another drop of food
azure: at least until after you've been rewarded for your gluttony with a pampering massage that highlights every not-particularly-little facet of your bountiful frame, explores just how much bigger and fatter you've gotten, and hopefully works up enough of an appetite to fit just a few more bites in for good measure (and a few more after that, ad infinitum)
azure: just a very slight majority, by my estimations
Max: i literally moaned aloud holy shit

azure: i think most of these could just be summarized by "sat in bed, daintily or messily hand-fed until happily filled up, given teasing full-body massages until worked up enough to fit slightly more in, rinse, repeat until tummy is stuffed past limits and max is melted due to happy wobbly squirmy sensations"
azure: but you cant abridge porn so
Max: ::3

azure: optional preplanning: doting on via deliciously fancy lingerie and/or eveningwear that fits snugly and sinks slightly into the chubs, partly to further reputation of incredibly fancy fats and partly so that after gratutiously indulgent dinner, the only way to fit dessert into that soft warm dome of belly is to ease it out of the straining outerwear and give it room to expand and wobble freely, lounging about is decadent yet slightly undersized underwears that squeeze those plush thighs and thick rump and highlight the sheer enormity of the boy stuffed into them as he lazes about and waits to be fed a dessert hopefully big enough to satiated such a glutton
anon nose bleeds
Max: ngh <3
anon: End the world, we're done here, wrap it all up. Combining sexy Max with Azure writing is the peak of civilization

azure: not tight enough to be uncomfortable, but tight enough so that you're positively overflowing the bra cups, smushing the straps into your soft back, straining the seat of the panties across that massive ass whenever you aren't resting on it and showing off those plush, squeezable thighs just by virtue of how they're straining the lower half of your ensemble
Max: <3<3<3
azure: im not sure if this is max's undying affiliation with gorgeous saucy undergarments or some kind of blossoming fancy underwear kink on my end but both are acceptable

anon: At a certain point underwear will only be worn so they can rip
azure: itd probably be expensive to get underwear big enough for someone that enormous but then again itd also be expensive to get enough fancy dinner to fill them up so that stopped being a problem as soon as i turned to the literary assumption that the origin of the funds of faciliating buffet-style courses of luxurious gourmet food is Wizards Were Probably Responsible
Max: snorts

azure: it also helps that i dont know what gourmet food even is
azure: im just picturing a lot of very nicely dressed up ham or bird or beef or something
Max: pfft
azure: the plot twist is that the adorable fancy saucily dolled-up mountain of blub and cute is actually a vicious insatiable predator who requires a medium cows worth of meat to be deposited in front of them like some sort of vampire who drinks everything except the blood
azure: and also probably everything on a cow you dont cook

azure: i think the real lesson to be learned from all this is that when all else fails just induce chocolate
Max: i wish i could induce chocolate. it sounds like a step up from milk.
azure: boxes of fancy chocolates and chocolate drizzles on sundaes and chocolate fountains: the eternal debate between cost-effective pamperstuffing and the inherent arousing aspects of messily easing a small apartment building's worth of cocoa into one boy
azure: also known as "cuddles and being fed little chocolates is probably great but itd take all night to be filled up"
Max: just gimme a funnel and chocolate milk
azure: if we're getting the funnel involved that opens up a whole new ball park of wonderful dietary choices and hilariously mangled sports analogies
Max: snorts

azure: exhibit a: chocolate cream, being slowly poured into the funnel and travelling to your waiting face, giving you an extravagant amount of rich, thick, heavy and above all else fattening dairy to gulp down
azure: one hand keeping the funnel mostly filled up as you slowly drain its reservoir and hold it in your own chubby hands, and the other resting on your belly from behind, gently rubbing and stroking the taut mass
azure: all the while gently murmuring encouragement and teasing into your ear to help coax you into chugging down more of the caloric drink, even as you fill up more and more and that already enormously weighty gut grows tauter and heavier beneath all the soft pillowy flub already piled atop your midriff~
Max: nnnngh <3

azure: and of course the requisite aftercare to being filled up to the brim with such a ridiculously heavy and rich concoction, namely lazing about and receiving belly rubs for that utterly enormous swell of softly bubbling midriff, bulging onto your lap and rounded out from the scale of your greedy guzzling
azure: every gentle press to the sensitive mass enough to make you squirm and moan and lick the last of the chocolate from your lips, the resulting tummy much too full to be groped and squeezed and instead settling for lavish affection
azure: soft yet firm circles rubbed into the plush fat and wide, slow strokes that trespass onto your lovehandles and thighs and back, and the occasional nuzzle whenever your blissful wobbling causes it to slosh or jostle too much for comfort
Max: hnnnGH

azure: and maybe then we can see about the offer to be hand-fed a box of chocolates, once you've settled into a pleasureably aroused state of full, pampered belly and might have a bit more room in that massively plush figure for a bite or three~
azure: im sure youd be able to handle it as a fitting dessert with enough doting attention to your already-packed middle and enough encouragement
Max: nnn <3
azure: precisely~