azure/anon touko ssbbw/stuffing/squashing/lightslob/gas

anon: I feel like trying to make dakimura based on most of our waifus at the sizes we prefer them at would be closer to manufacturing mattress covers than anything.
azureangelic: contemplates the mechanics and geometry of some sort of horizontal neck pillow fashioned after the enormous bosom of an american pokegirl bulging and muffining out of her straining tank top, encircled on either side by bare, doughy, warm armfat and potentially crowned with a triple chin
azureangelic: and by mechanics and geometry i mean how do you make it hamburger-scented
anon: Stuff it with burgers, problem solved.
anon: Wait, sorry, were you saying something? That's just my first impulse when being confronted by fattoukos

azureangelic: to be honest the logical conclusion to being confronted by fattoukos is to end up lying on her side with your head snuggled up to her shoulder, sinking into her titanically soft and smushy armflab and having to rest most of your legs on her enormous thigh to actually stay close to her own soft face
azureangelic: there being simply so much of her expanding outwards from her floss-thin stretched shorts and the white-ish top squeezing her braless bosom and the upper echelon of her apron belly that the only way to be near enough to her hungry mouth to keep stuffing in burgers is to let your entire body fight the side of her mountainous stomach for room in her lap
azureangelic: half-hugging her to keep your spot and half sinking into her warmth while blindly reaching for more fast food to avoid keeping her waiting for too long
anon: ...lemme just...quietly slip this into my private reserve aaaand...

azureangelic: i mean yeah you could just move on top of her, get her to spread her thunder thighs as much as she can and lean back until you can sit in front of her and reach over the expanse of belly bared from her top riding up
azureangelic: but the only way youd be getting any sort of contact then would be to rest atop her tummy since being in her lap means being beneath her needy gut
azureangelic: the intricate challenges of physical intimacy with a girl so enormous that her slumped against a pile of pillows in bed means she's still bulging up and outwards to a degree that her stomach brushes the bed ahead of her and she can barely see over her own chest to reach more greasy finger* food
azureangelic: *her fingers are so fat she can call quarter-pounders finger food and not even have to justify it
anon: And here I am all "I can add something to this!" and just kinda, sitting, staring, drooling.

azureangelic: being inspirational is nice but sometimes the most you really need is an audience, to give you a target for your aimless run-on musings of titanic trainers going about their business with several hundred excess pounds of blubber
azureangelic: and by going about their business obviously i mean using their hard-earned championship money to hit the fanciest buffets in the region and unwind the only way they know how, settling down in a seat designed for a girl with an ass smaller than a beanbag chair and having to lean forward because of said ass overflowing the chair

azureangelic: bulging beneath and over the armrests, billowing upwards behind her, and giving her the appearance of outright nudity from her wafer-thin panties and abused denim shorts vanishing between the twin blobs of pale fat and the back of the creaking chair
azureangelic: her tree-trunk legs even less able to separate thanks to being wedged in the seat and her stomach cascading over her lap and to either side, as the flabby apron of gut gurgles in omnipresent hunger at the smell of food, and her gigantically thick arms reach forward towards the first course of many
azureangelic: the sleeveholes of her vest and shirt squeezing either pillowy blob of limb as her forearms bring a plate piled as high as humanly possible to rest atop the abyssal cleavage formed by a shirt so stretched-out and weathered its owner would likely be better off going bare, especially considering the garment didn't make it a fifth of the way to her cavernous belly button

azureangelic: the other patrons staring in awe and confusion at the absolute whale of a girl opening her maw and dumping plates of pasta and meat and other high-carb high-calorie dishes into her chubby-cheeked triple-chinned face
azureangelic: using her bare hands to scoop her meals into her mouth and idly wiping her sausage fingers on her blubbery rolls, the sides of her thunder thighs or mammoth ass, or maybe even the actual napkins provided, though she hardly had the energy to actually reach towards them instead of just demanding the waiters bring more food to her wobbling mountain of a self

azureangelic: that was going to be one sentence but for once i had the forethought to realize that a 2000-word line of porn probably isnt the best format
anon: Format is not relevant to me when there's Fattouko happening ...l-like, damn, yo.

azureangelic: id keep going but i sort of hit that brick wall where im out of parts of just how unimaginably fat she is to describe but i also know i cant drag out her gorging herself and slowly evolving from doughy flabby apron gut to enormously packed half-rounded tanker of gurgling tummy long enough to keep the ridiculous pace i had going
anon: My head's like, spinning, i-it's fine...

azureangelic: after a while shes essentially just stuffed to the absolute brim with pasta and she cant really do much but sit there covered in sauce stains and fingersmears all over her flabby pale canvas of a body and hope the chair doesnt give out before she can finish noisily digestion
azureangelic: but nobodys going to complain because shes still technically the champion and also it is a polite and classy resturaunt
azureangelic: or something
azureangelic: and its not like you can kick her out i mean its a miracle she can ever carry her own weight

anon: Seeing something like that in motion would be a miracle, hhhng
azureangelic: an incredibly lethargic motion, where every time she moves a leg or jiggles an arm it takes a second or so for the lazy ripple to go through the rest of her body, and every time she leans forward and back her entire gelatinous figure wobbles and sloshes

azureangelic: a girl so heavy and massive that just the act of pressing a messy hand to her thick, flabby chest smacks her armfat against her sideboob and jelly rolls
azureangelic: and the belch that rolls and rumbles from her colossal stomach takes a few moments to release from the utterly glutted girl's engorged midriff and escapes in a low, wet, humid rumble that parts her sauce-soaked lips and drags on for a second or two
azureangelic: the hot, unfathomably heavy mass of belly so all-encompassingly titanic that merely burping up the gassy remnants of her six loaves of garlic bread is a lumbering exercise that leaves her momentarily winded

azureangelic: just because shes strong enough to handle the hundreds and hundreds of pounds of chair-splintering bed-bending stride-waddling blubber doesnt mean she doesnt get tuckered out just from swaying down the street or stuffing herself to the hedonistically gluttonous degrees it takes to actually satisfy a belly that big
anon: W-well of course, it's a vicious cycle of sorts, burning so much energy in such little time makes a dire need for more fuel ASAP

azureangelic: waddles to the mart, wobbling and jiggling with every step and taking up most of the sidewalk, and gets there so exhausted and dishevelled she has to buy even more food so she can eat half of it where she stands to try and make up for the energy lost working herself into a sweaty, ruddy mess just from walking down the road
azureangelic: ends up just as burned out by the time she gets back home thanks to having to carry around a belly packed to the brim with ice cream, chilly treats and soft drinks and goes through another significant portion of her groceries to make up for that
azureangelic: eventually just gives up, throws everything else in the pantry and crashes on the couch with the beginnings of a gurgling, gassy tummyache from all the physical exertion

anon: The obstacle that is the ever-growing mountain of food wrappers and containers is an act of exertion all of itself, really. Only feeding into that vicious cycle of trying to keep herself energized and moving. She's probably worried all these heavy workouts are actually making her shed weight given how much she's sweating from it all.

azureangelic: at which point she just says fuck it, stacks as many tubs of ice cream by the bed as she can, strips down, kicks back, and spends the night seeing how much of the half-melted dairy she can suck down in one sitting, and how much of it ends up staining her doughy rolls and pillowy bulges
azureangelic: to which the respective answers are "most of it" and "a lot"

azureangelic: shes still pretty sweaty a few hours later despite her stomach sloshing and bubbling with the colossal load of melting ice cream she's chugged down but having that pleasurable chill beneath her layers and layers of thick, warm, cozy flab is a sensation that more than makes up for how unable she is to push swollen self to her feet
azureangelic: or how unimaginably gassy that much dairy is making her thanks to all the body heat, or how she's pretty much lying in bed naked, dumping the last of a tub's contents into her mouth, letting it bounce off her bare frame without a care in the world, and belching loudly as she sucks ice cream from her chubby fingers and kneads one sticky breast with her free hand
anon: Seriously, ace, i-it feels like my birthday came early or something...just...damn.

azureangelic: just sort of basking in the sensations of being an overfed, overstimulated, lazy, blobby, one-girl mountain of fat and food, and how much of her there is to lethargically knead and grope and caress and feed, and to break beds and chairs and burst seams and buttons with, and how she can single-handedly blockade a doorway or empty a buffet or smother any onlookers beneath the sheer amount of unrelenting weight packed into her huge, hot, heavy figure
azureangelic: shes allowed to be self-indulgent and narcissistic over a pile of empty cartons if she wants to be dammit

azureangelic: and besides when all it takes to overpower any challengers is a few minutes beneath the preposterously oversized shelf of plush, wobbling, meaty ass that envelopes any folding chair and overflows any comfy chair she so much as looks at, slamming her rump down and letting them jiggle and slosh and bounce her entire blobby frame around trying to escape the soft, warm, smothering embrace of her comfortable-shorts-ripping derriere, she knows shes already got it made

anon: People stop challenging the champion once they realize that it's a battle that takes place in a room far too small to properly air-out or vent her...natural fragrance, but then adecquate size and ventilation would basically be "being outside with the wind blowing the smell away", and losing...losing involves being another teenage twerp of 120 pounds in a locked room and nowhere to run with not a single super-powered psuedo-animal to save you from the metric ton of blubber approaching to make you white out.

azureangelic: she really shouldnt be so mean to them, but its one of the few times where shes entirely justified in having some scrawny feisty kid absolutely buried in her flab and its a sensation she finds herself incredibly appreciative of
azureangelic: being able to actually engulf somebody so much smaller than her beneath pounds upon pounds of soft fat and feeling them sinking into the underside of her ass or her inner thighs or her plush, humid underbelly
azureangelic: struggling to lift her up and only managing to jiggle and wobble her about as she bites her lips and deliberately grinds on top of them, just one of her pillow-sized arms or enormous blobby thighs enough to pin most challengers
azureangelic: and the combined mass of her enormous apron belly, heaving bosom, juicy jelly roll lovehandles, titanic shelf of warm, thick assfat and decadently wide and warm legs more than enough to induce whatever blackouts it takes to send them back to the centers
azureangelic: though she does try to avoid the quick ko, since she doesnt get nearly enough time to appreciate having somebody smothered in her excess