az/anon aranea(/roxy) vore/stuffing/belly/feet/cuddles

anon: aranea perhaps too energetically swallowing the Condesce
azure: it seemed like a good idea until the hair
anon: Aranea choking down literally kilograms of hair and then just kind of sitting on the ground, legs splayed on either side of her massive belly while the tyrian troll she just ate kicks and squirms with surprising futility
azure: essentially pinned under the massive amount of taut, stretched, bulging and squirming grey gut rending her attire essentially inoperable through its sheer width and visibly shifting and quaking and sloshing noisily about from its contents struggles

anon: and then as time passes she just gets too rumbly
azure: just the longest, heaviest, deepest rumbles and groans imaginable from all the air stirred up by her preys squirming and pushing
azure: roaring groans and grumbles of straining fullness that leave her gasping a bit at the sheer tangible intensity and friction of her early digestion
azure: as the noises coming from her immensely globular midriff slowly become wetter and bubblier from her tummy catching up to her meal

anon: everyone just kind of surrounds her and prods at her belly, asking inane questions like "is she dead" and "wow what the fuck"
azure: despite the fact that she is clearly not dead, evident by the way shes moaning and whining a bit and panting at the way her huge, round, groaning grey belly is prodded and groped from various angles
azure: the troll-sized mass within only shifting slightly with a noisy grurgle as she leans back and squeezes her mammoth tummy between her knees
azure: face flushed a brilliant cerulean even before one of her abrupt probers lightly jabs at her strained belly button and elicits a thick burbling groan from the tight, heated mountain of gut, as well as a sudden drawling burp from the overpacked, flustered girl attached
anon: U:

anon: and then everyone's really wary of Aranea from then on because -she ate and digested the empress-
azure: doubly so because she showed absolutely zero qualms with carrying around the gradually shrinking belly resulting from such courses of action and almost flaunting it
azure: leaving her outfit unfixed and constantly having at least one hand rubbing and squeezing and lifting what she could of the burbling, sloshing mass
azure: bulging out in front of her and wobbling as she walked with enough sway to keep its overactive digestion rumbling and groaning audibly
azure: turning almost enthusiastically towards any comments on her gravidity she caught, seemingly eagerly firing back at whomever was talking about her and flushing a deeper shade of blue whenever her verbal provoking managed to net her any sort of contact to her engorged, taut belly
azure: be it a chiding prod to the front of her grumbling gut or a taunting thump to its side that caused her indigestion to flare up a bit louder and her entire midriff to glunk and blorp from the motion

anon: in less than a week literally everybody knows all of the details of Aranea's awkward and kind of unsettling belly fetish
azure: and somehow that just gets her even more into it in an awkward way

azure: aranea deliberately not fixing her top anytime it rides up her front after a big meal and drinking in the look of anybody who eyes her rounded potbelly
anon: very yes
azure: aranea deliberately going way too heavy on the drinks at any social event and not stopping even when people start trailing off mid-sentence due to the watery groaning sloshing noises coming from her bloated gut whenever she shifts
azure: and her never not moving about to feel the way her full tummy sloshes and gurgles and wobbles when full
anon: 10/10

anon: but what sorts of drinks are these u:
azure: maybe just something cool and refreshing that she can glug by the bowl and fill up on nicely
azure: maybe something that gets her a bit tipsy and even less adverse to showing off her tummy
azure: cheeks and ears tinged blue as she lifts her riding top up and rubs over her full, taut, surprisingly rounded and softly bubbling belly for whomever she's talking to
azure: to dissuade any concerns they were voicing about how full and off-kilter she was becoming and invite them to feel for themselves how fine she was
azure: probably while hiccurping a bit and leaning on a table with a heaving slorsh

anon: aranea drinks all the alcoholic punch
anon: all of it
azure: at first there is a big bowl full of punch and ice, and by the end of it there is a big belly full of punch and ice
azure: bloated over the band of her pants and tinged a faint blue and cool to the touch as she slumps in a chair and lets it bulge out in front of her freely
azure: legs spread and one hand draped over the back of her seat as her other hand rubs and drums on the taut, sloshing dome
azure: entirely flushed in the face and giving half-aroused giggles as she tugs at what she can reach of her belly button to feel the weighty mass bounce and wobble atop her lap
azure: tight gurgling and blorping accompanying the feeling of the melting icecubes shifting throughout her punch-filled gut as other partygoes murmur about her size and gluttony
azure: and she shivers and reteats a little more behind her own belly at the sound of her bared, bloated balloon of a gut being discussed in hushed murmurs
anon: I have no idea how to respond other than 10/10
azure: pff that is fine~

anon: things that should happen: aranea and roxy getting extremely sloshy and drunk
azure: yes good
azure: and the resultant roxy pressing her huge, pale, swollen gut against aranea's to point out that she actually is just a bit bigger
azure: either not noticing or silently appreciation the way aranea squirms and flusters at the feeling of having that massive sloshing belly blorping and gurgling against her own glutted midriff
azure: and fails to resist the urge to wrap her legs around her floor-resting belly to press both soles into roxy's and feel how much the blonde's groaning tummy wobbles and blorps when shaken
anon: hhhf

azure: roxy just laughing and hiccuping loudly at aranea's feet prodding and jostling her belly
azure: leaning forward onto the smooth, heavy dome of pale gut to reciprocate the motion by pushing more of her tummy's sloshing watery weight onto the troll's groaning stomach
azure: to reach her hands forward and squeeze at aranea's own heavily drink-laden globe of belly
azure: ostensibly trying to tickle her but ending up just squeezing and pressing her palms and fingers into that taut water balloon gut
azure: feeling it slorsh and burble and glunk from being wobbled about and eventually pushing herself properly onto her own loudly rumbling tummy to drunkely pap her cheek against aranea's stomach and wrap her arms around what she can reach of it
azure: smushing and bouncing it and listening to the troll give an uncontrolled seires of hiccups and burps and moans at the sensation
anon: this is adorable
azure: good

azure: roxy seeing how flustered she can get aranea by nuzzling and kissing and licking at her smooth, taut, bloated gut
azure: lifting and sloshing and shaking it about and playing with her belly button and pushing her own swollen figure closer to bump her own constantly bubbling and gurgling belly against the troll's to feel them quake and wobble together
azure: watching with glee in-between hiccups and the occasional unexcused belch as araneas face somehow managed to grow a deeper blue and she leaned back behind her rising belly, lip bit and ears twitching in arousal

azure: roxy getting aranea nice and wound up before finally leaning back
azure: her own face ruddy from tipsiness and pleasure as she rests on her rear and slyly grins at aranea over her own heavy globe of pale belly
azure: giving the troll a teasing little retaliatory toe-nudge for earlier only for aranea to openly moan at the squish to her belly and give roxy the incentive to keep going with it
azure: lifting her own sloshing belly to push her bare toes under aranea's gut and gently wobble and bounce and press into her cerulean-tinged belly from below
azure: eventually working up a bit with some slight effort and pressing her smooth soles into the front and sides of the troll's gut to feel the rumbling and sloshing of its contents against her feet and toes
azure: aranea slowly getting more and more helplessly flushed until by the time roxy is leaning back to rest her feet on top of aranea's gut teasingly, the blueblood is left panting in untended arousal
azure: thighs spread and belly thankfully pressing down over her groin as she's left with those smooth, shapely soles in front of her, roxy's heels bouncing and glunking her belly a bit for good measure
anon: (oh my god)

azure: aranea giving up any pretense of subtlety and scooting forward on her rump to get closer
azure: her gut wobbling and blorping with every little push until she's able to close the gap between them
azure: roxy just leaning back and giving her own belly a teasing thump to goad aranea into pressing against it belly to belly
azure: legs spread and arousal pressing into the underside of her own gut as the grey mass burbled and groaned and glunked noisily from being jostled about by her jerky movements
azure: leaning up just enough to catch the exceedingly pleased and sultry look on roxy's face as those pale, slender feet slid off of aranea's tummy and began squeezing either side of the round mass
azure: their tummies being squeezed and pressed tighter together with a resounding series of blorping rumbles audible and tangible to both of them
azure: as aranea sloppily began reprociating the motions and giving roxy's mammoth tummy a good shaking and rubbing and squeezing