short fem f/f vore/burps/stuffing/exhib? rambledrabble

azureangelic: contemplates enormously overpacked redheads leaning back under the pleasurable weight of their inredibly swollen and gravid midsections, stretching their dresses so tightly over the smooth dome that the slightest nudge or shift in their sloshing, churning contents would threaten to burst seams and rip stitches from how desperately the fanciful garment tries to wrap all the way around the taut, only slightly soft belly

azureangelic: one hand cheekily thumping the side of their proudly bulging midsection and rubbing the achingly full mass through their ruined yet intact eveningwear to coax out a deep, wet, lewd belch and free up some room for any awestruck bystanders too busy staring at the immeasurably gluttonous blimp of a girl to relocate themselves somewhere without a panting, gurgling predator itching for seconds to help her out of her stubborn wardrobe

azureangelic: said redhead probably having to waddle her juicily fat asses to the nearest bench just to sit down beneath the weight of her enormous gut, every step causing her globular gut to sway and groan heavily as it sways in front of her and adds a chorus of thick sloshing and bubbling to the straining protests of the dress tightly wrapped around her firmly overfed middle and holding it up in an impeccably spherical shape

azureangelic: until finally she manages to find an unoccupied seat and ease into it, just leaning back and feeling her massive belly bulge up and out in front of her and kicking her shoes off to casually bask in her fullness

azureangelic: both hands not being nearly enough to rub and tease all of the pudge-covered pale potbelly's surface but still offering enough tummy rubbing and chest patting to get a couple more colossal belches out of the greedy girl, the bottom of her gut a few scant inches from the ground as she spreads her thick thighs and coos softly to the still bubbling and brewing belly

azureangelic: as she drums its surface lazily and hicurrps up her tantalizingly tasty girlfriend's own lingerie, as if to remind herself of the saucy night both had planned before one of their own insatiable appetites inevitably got the better of them

azureangelic: just sitting there for a while and heaving and groaning and sloshing away to everybody who would pass her by and stare at her, hungrily licking her lips after every enormous burp reminded her of the flavors of her four-plus-one-chub-course meal and every time it looked like someone was going to take the risk of sitting on the opposite end of the bench as the ravenously gluttonous girl's swollen figure

azureangelic: another seam bursting near her thick hips as she leaned over her enormous pale dome of a tummy and tries to coax another decadent morsel within grabbing range to treat her well-fed self to dessert, and maybe see if another full-figured dame would be enough to burst her out of her achingly tight gown, both to ease the strain on her tummy and to give herself the room to expand to fit a bit more down her wetly belching gullet

azureangelic: it probably wouldnt be out of the question for a girl like her, already stuffed to the brim with not only her equally-heavyset girlfriend but both of their combined buffet-sized dinners and enough to a bottomless pit of a glutton to still be lusting for more over her own belt-busting belly, to end up securing yet more to stuff her face with

azureangelic: one inattentive blubbery punk drifting close enough to the whale of a lady to be grabbed with one hand and wrenched straight into her mouth with a sudden rush of lust and greed, slowly being coaxed down to her captor's already straining stomach headfirst and having her thick, meaty arms, tshirt-straining bosom and doughy spare tire gut savored only long enough to enjoy and bask in her natural flavors

azureangelic: before those huge, thick, jeans-filling hams of asscheeks found their way into her mouth and the insatiable redhead's mind clouded over with sensation, barely even registering the way those plush thighs slid down her gullet or how her dress had exploded under the surging mass of gut swelling with soft rocker girl

azureangelic: by the time she finished she would be practically beached by her own gluttony, shamelessly lurching forward as her now absolutely jam-packed belly bulged far enough out to press against the ground in front of her bench and the very last gulp of progress she made was immediately followed up by a wet, humid belch forceful enough to clear the crisp night air in front of her

azureangelic: so unimaginably enormous that she had to practically rest atop her own gut even as she sat on her fat ass lazily and began noisily digesting her latest meal, the gurgles and rumbles and quaking of her mind-boggling belly second only to the occasional drawling open-mouthed shamelessly lewd belches rumbling from deep within the taut mass

azureangelic: both of her hands slowly and deliberately running over her colossal girth as she proudly drank in just how massive she was and what sort of wide-eyed stares she was getting from onlookers

azureangelic: the remnants of her ruined dress would probably be enough to cover the upper swell of her shifting belly and her thick bosom, everything below her chest exposed to the cool air and practically glowing in the streetlight

azureangelic: panties stretched tightly over her juicy, flubby ass behind her as her thick legs squeezed either side of her mammoth gut to shake up the unfathomably heavy mass and get some more gassy eruptions out of the glunking, blorping, grumbling mountain of pale stomach, shivers running down her spine with every echoing burp and spurring her further towards blissfully lounging and digesting

azureangelic: locked in a state of arousal and lust from not only her sheer size and fullness but the weight of that packed, bulging belly pressing down on her thick lap, the way everybody who passed her stared in disbelief at her mass only to take off whenever she eyed them up and ripped a deep, gurgly belch to expel another tattered article of clothing, jewelry or personal effects from either of her morsels, and the lingering thought in the back of her mind at just how much more jiggly and thick and heavy and all-around fat the glutton would be by the next morning