az/anon vriska shortish wg/messy/stuffing/burps

anon: az i hate how you know exactly which of my weakspots to hit
anon: then again i telegraph mine and jam neon signs right next to them
azure: pfft
azure: i just love giving people cute kink
anon: like honestly if it's a big babe with soft lips im pretty much dead already
azure: consider big tubby vriska actually trying cosmetics for once and being caught off guard at how just a bit of lipstick makes her lips look as fat as the rest of her
anon: azure i hate you

azure: also fuck now im just thinking about the one time vriska has an actual obligation and shes trying to brush her hair and put on makeup and squeeze her bulk into something presentable that doesnt make her look like a double wide nerdblob, and the end result is her realizing she actually can cram her big butt into xxxl dress pants and get a button up that covers her bellyhang and lifts her chest and dark glossy lipstick and the powdery makeup that makes her cheeks look soft and flush and she has no idea what to make of this

anon: It doesn't take her long to realize that a) this was way too much work and b) the tenuous way her attire was staying on her meant that she really can't eat that much without causing a massive wardrobe malfunction

azure: shes already panting and a bit sweaty just from all the sucking in and squeezing needed to get dressed, and when she gets to wherever she's going the feel of her pants buttons digging into the jelly roll of her lower stomach means she has to awkwardly peck at the offered refreshments and suck it in when she feels that button strain a little more
azure: knowing just bending forward the wrong way is going to cause her squeezed shelf of ass to pop a seam of her pants and trying not to lift her pillowy arms too much in that tight buttonup for her dignity's sake

anon: Longing glances at the buffet table every other minute, trying to stave off hunger even as her usual heavy breathing starts to strain and tax the seams of her formalwear
anon: Fat fingers tugging at her waistline, hoping to ease some of the tension there for even one plate of the spread just a few steps away from her table

azure: being so compressed just makes her hot and grumpy and sore and she cant eat it away as usual, no matter how good the buffet smells
anon: filling up on soda and water even though its doing nothing to help the clothing issue

azure: she wants to just get home, relax her gut and break her pants button clear off out of spite and then laze in her underwear to recover but she's stuck there for another hour and trying not to fidget with the bands and buttons of her too-small yet curve-accentuating attire

anon: the party ends and just as everyone's filing out, the caterers start cleaning up the buffet, until there's this wide bespectacled fat dork thundering over and grabbing a plate, piling heaps of food onto it, every hungry grunt plunging her neckline deeper as a button pops off her top.

azure: shes just too sore and hungry and taunted to give a damn, rushing out a barely-amicable "yeah i know you're dumping it look i'll take care of it it's fine okay thanks!!!!!!!!", lifting a plate to her lips and openly scooping some into her mouth as the motion of those blubbery arms causes her shirt to pull up sharply voer the fatty swell of her gut and nearly be yanked from being tucked into her belly-gripping pants

anon: The swell of her gut over her pants popping the button right off as she just demolishes the first plate, grease and sauce streaking against her cheeks and lips before she goes for round two, food tumbling onto her button up with most landing into the deep crevasse of her cleavage

azure: despite the caterers staring at her she just gives a long, deep groan of relief at her belly finally breaking free, gut pushing clearly through the forced-open halves of her pants zipper as another dish is lifted as close to her fat face as she can for the sake of quick eating, letting her makeup be ruined as stir fry is dumped into those parted glossy blue lips and slurped up into her starved middle, ignoring the bits of meat and vegetable dropping into her pushed-up cleavage until the plate is empty and she can spare a moment to pick them out with a smeared napkin

azure: big openly satisfied vriska waddling out of a party with her belly full, bare, and bursting out of her clothes, sucking her fingers and using her free hand to pull up the back of her pants as they slide down her gargantuan ass without her gut-squeezing button to keep it in check

anon: Calling for a taxi with one hand and trying to keep her pants up with the other, this kinda messy looking dorkblob spilling out of her formalwear and still popping her greasy fingers into her mouth every now and then
anon: She heaves herself into the taxi, breathing heavy and belching out loud, brassy burps that quickly make the interior smell like greasy dinner, every hump making the bottom of the van grind into the dirt, making her gut gurgle painfully, its contents shifting thickly inside her

azure: she might still be able to pass as formal if she hadn't eaten herself out of her own dress pants, belly bouncing against thunderous thighs gripped tightly by her lower garments and button-up top visibly rumpled and mussy from her atop a full, fatty gut that swayed with every waddling step, fancily dolled-up face's cheeks and thick lips damp with juice and grease even before her husky food and digestion tinged belches destroy her remaining class, leaning back in the back seat of the cab with her legs spread as much as she can without tearing her pants and both hands rubbing her tummy to ease the soreness of being stuffed into a suit blouse all day

anon: agh crap i gotta brb but man
anon: MAN I GOT TWO THINGS TO DRAW NOW

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azure: the biggest, widest vris
azure: the formality died with her buttons

azure: im envisioning her just barely managing to cram that much flab into her pants button/shirt and looking like a big blubby grey marshmallow squeezed and squished
anon: Just bulging out of her button up, breathing in quick, brief bursts so she doesn't pop right out of it
azure: fabric around the buttons being pulled tighter and tighter with every plate of food she recklessly stuffs down until she's fighting the urge to lean back under her own tangibly swollen stomach, lest the slightest bit of extra pushing out of her blubbery body send the undersized buttons flying away from her gargantuan torso

anon: Gulping down plate after plate of delicious buffet food with barely a breath in between, spilling half of it down her bulging gray front and the rest of it past her sauce-stained lips

azure: the thick, sizable bra needed to hold up her fat-padded breasts creating a shelf of cleavage to catch most of her lost meal as her double chins smear with sauce and she practically pours it down her gullet, other guests staring at the sheer size and weight of her bare belly bulging forward out of her shirt and hanging over her broken pants, the plate barely enough to sate a stomach that huge normally let alone after a night of being teased with the smells of the buffet
azure: her own thick, fatty hands half-wiping at and half pulling up at the seat of her pants over a massive rear that swayed in those achingly tight pants with every lumbering, panting step, the gluttonous nerd catching her breath and giving an uncontested, meaty belch as she reached for more

anon: The caterers are caught between trying to stop this massive glutton from eating the entire buffet, and slightly curious as to how far she could push her immense capacity, all while Vriska is inhaling vast quantities of greasy meats and viands, cramming into her mouth what she can't put into her plate. Thick fingers are popped into her mouth every now and then, clearing it of sauce with a smack of her full, shiny lips before digging back into the foodstuffs she's piled onto her plate.

azure: shes already making a mess of herself and the buffet, grabbing and eating meals right off the tables with her bare hands despite the sauce and smears covering her sausage-like fingers, tongue running over those thick, glossy lips and the corners of her mouth to slurp up what she can of the food splattered on her round, doughy face from her eating fistfuls at a time
azure: round glasses askew from the way she openly leans her head back to drop more food into her wide-open maw and being pushed back into position with the back of her hand, her already enormous gut starting to gurgle from fullness and squash on and against the table from how much space it's taking up in front of her as she fills up further and further and gets messy streaks and fingerprints on her clothes from adjusting them
azure: pulling her flimsy top back under her hammy arms to give her stomach room to expand and leaving comparatively small splotches of sauce on the gargantuan asscheeks stretching out her dress pants behind her for the rest of the attendees to see, and only responding to caterers when she has to pause to catch her breath, make room with a few entirely unladylike and deeply rumbling open-mouthed belches, and tell them to either leave her alone to get her another refill

anon: Agh god
anon: I can't match up to that, its too good ;u;
anon: Its so
anon: Mmmmnnnghhhhhhh

azure: just a huge ex-formally dressed nerdy whale of a girl waddling her big butt to some social obligation and only making it most of the way through before saying fuck it and going full hog, revelling in food and gluttony and letting her immensely thick, bulging, heavy, all-around massively overfed self hang out despite her token efforts to look presentable
azure: and flipping off anybody who criticizes her for getting some well-deserved food
and then anon was a zombie's connection timed out. Please don't quit straight away; they could be back.

azure: cramming most of the buffet table into her swollen, rumbling stomach or getting it smeared onto her warped and stretched clothes, until she's glutted herself to the point where most of her unwilling audience can see just how much her formerly barely-rolled doughy bed belly had been stuffed taut with food and expanded forward in front of her triple wide figure
azure: wiping her thick fingers on the underarms of her blown-open dress shirt to dial a cab and then moving to sit down, gait even heavier and more exerting than usual as she panted from her rapid gluttonizing, from how full she had become, and from just how much food and flab weight she had to carry
azure: huge ass coming down on a too-small chair and causing it to creak and bend slightly as the practically beached geek spread out thighs as thick as some of the other women presents' waists and suckled her chubby fingers in those smudged blue lips, face flushed with heat and sweat and stomach giving queasily greasy and churning groans and ominous bubbles to match the occasional hot, damp, open-mawed food-scented chest-heaving belch she pushed out for her tummy's sake

anon: Swearing under her breath even as her gut gurgled and groaned her contentment with her gluttony, spit-damp fingers trailing lines over her mountainous orb of a belly. Resting on her wide plateau of thigh flab, she's just barely able to keep from slipping into a food coma, mind hazed over with the feeling of being absolutely glutted as her pudgy digits roam over the taut yet soft surface of her belly

azure: until her drive gets there and she has to have two of the stronger caterers help her back to her feet, standing behind her and sliding their own arms under her huge, pillowy forearms to try and heave her up, stomach audibly shifting and gurgling as her ascent is punctuated by another overfull belch that has them ignoring the smell of several hot dishes and the audible slow rip of her pants' inner thigh
azure: the girl herself too full to care as she hazily thanked them with a wave of one wet hand and began trying to waddle forward again, belly lifting and dropping and quaking and glunking with the motions of her massive thighs as her equally titantic rear swayed and wobbled side to side in the tented-out back of her skintight dress pants
azure: belly an enormous semi-taut half-dome of gray blubber streaked with trails from her self-administered lethargic massages with her heavy bra-clad chest resting atop the tight upper swell and her round, fat, food-smeared face above that, both covered in trails of sloppy grease and sauce and heaving with her guttural, strained yet revoltingly deep and bassy belching

anon: The cab driver worrying about his cab's suspension as Vriska quickly fills the small, enclosed space with the smell of dinner even as her belches wind down to calm little burps that lift and wobble her expansive bust as they slip past her glossy lips, falling into a food coma that does little to abate the gurgle and grumble of her gut on the way back to her place.

azure: the driver has to wake up the nearly passed-out blob of a girl when they get back to her place, lying in the back seat of the cab and spending the drive roaming both hands over her massively distended and already heavily padded middle, the occasional mumbled explicative escaping her mouth amidst her constant much quieter burps and belches as those thick lips loll open from fullness and let the gurgling digestive havoc deep in her belly rumble up her wet throat
azure: the small cab shaking and bouncing a bit just from the sluggish nerdblob trying to heave herself out and shove a fistful of sauce-covered bills at the driver before she can wobble onto her own feet, leaning back and plodding to her front door with a halfhearted effort to hold her pants up from sagging down her swaying, bulging bottom