azure/anon unfin msparp dave/chubaradia stuffing/massages

(azure playing dave, anon playing fat aradia wearing a belly shirt and skintight short shorts)
(guest starring three other cool people as terezi, vriska and lil cal)

ARADIA: *Aradia's still on the couch. Yep. She's been there for most of the day and doesn't plan on leaving any time soon.*
DAVE: sup
TEREZI: H1 N3W P1NK FL3SHY TH1NG
CAL: Hey, Dave!
VRISKA: Hey shades.
DAVE: hi weird chocolate bird terezi
DAVE: and weird blobby cal guy and weird blobbier spider alien
DAVE: tough crowd tonight

ARADIA: *Wave to Dave. That rhymes.*
DAVE: perfect
DAVE: the only thing we needed was a manic pixie tour guide to deal with all this flagrant upheaval of expectations and here you are
DAVE: *He drops himself on the couch next to Aradia unceremoniously.*

ARADIA: *Aradia is still stuffed from earlier. Albeit less stuffed, but stuffed nonetheless.*
ARADIA: im glad i can be of service
DAVE: nice to see you didnt crumple under the weight of the nancho might while i was gone
ARADIA: i havent eaten since sollux fed me
ARADIA: actually
ARADIA: which is what an hour or two?
DAVE: man i dont even blame you
ARADIA: probably a little more
DAVE: i think its safe to say you went above and beyond the call of duty when it came to filling up back there
ARADIA: *She just smiles, patting her belly a little.*
ARADIA: mmhm!
ARADIA: i didnt actually think id make it through the second platter
ARADIA: but sollux definitely helped
ARADIA: and you did too

DAVE: *He gives her exposed tummy a fond pat, tossing Cal a thumbs up and glancing between the two with silent approval.*
DAVE: well i wasnt going to just leave you to fend off that much cheese on your own
DAVE: first rule of nancho party is no sheep left behind
DAVE: second rule of nancho party is no putting shitty cheese on the nanchos and you can thank whoever gave cheddar such a memorable name for that one
ARADIA: *She's heard the words nancho and nacho used interchangeably today, but chalks it down to Strider irony.*

ARADIA: i feel oddly proud of myself
DAVE: well yeah you pretty much smashed every nancho record that wasnt being set by the blue blob over there and it was your first time
DAVE: i should have brought medals or something
DAVE: maybe ill just draw you a shitass jpeg trophy later and print it out
DAVE: winner of the first annual ghost nancho dream party
ARADIA: id like to thank the academy
DAVE: might have to postpone the awards ceremony a bit though
DAVE: least until youre done dealing with the bureaucratic aftermath of bubble record chip scarfing
ARADIA: if you mean the belly ache thats gone
DAVE: oh sweet
ARADIA: the rubbing definitely helped

ARADIA: thank you for that by the way that was very sweet of you
DAVE: what can i say i aim to serve
DAVE: knights honor and all that
DAVE: itd be unchivalrous as fuck to just go oh hey i know youre probably dealing with a texan food baby the side of a softball but i got shit to do have fun sleeping on the couch for an hour
ARADIA: if youre the knight and you serve me does that make me the queen
ARADIA: because im definitely okay with that
DAVE: sure why not
DAVE: i officially bestow upon you with my knightly honor the official title of nancho queen up until vriska tries to ursurp the throne
DAVE: congratulations queen megido the first and may your reign be long and delectable and reasonably spiderless
VRISKA: Wow. What did I ever do to you Dave?
DAVE: nothing but im pretty sure its a matter of time before you do something to retroactively justify it
DAVE: trust me im the time guy i know these things
DAVE: clocks ticking serket

ARADIA: you know
ARADIA: hold on
ARADIA: would it be weird if i asked for more belly rubs
ARADIA: even if its not exactly achey at the moment
DAVE: would it be weird if i immediately said yes
ARADIA: i dont think thatd be weird at all
ARADIA: knights are eager to serve their queens arent they?
DAVE: damn straight
ARADIA: *She gives a little grin because she's getting bellyrubs and those are always great.*
DAVE: so just lean back and get ready for a royal massage because i guarantee you a knight doesnt half ass when it comes to proper treatment of their rulers
DAVE: *He shifts on the couch to be facing her, glancing over her exposed middle and cracking his knuckles.*
ARADIA: *Aradia sinks back against the couch, smiling blissfully.*
ARADIA: *And offering up her sloshing expansive ashen belly.*

DAVE: *He turns to Aradia and rests both hands on her bare, overfed middle, both hands pressing against the front of the doughy mass and slowly sliding outwards to gently squeeze Aradia's heavy paunch in both hands, gentle yet firm.*

ARADIA: *She gives a soft bleat in gratitude as Dave begins to knead her swollen belly, his fingers sinking into the flesh and gingerly squeezing it. It feels blissful, even without the ache of an overstuffed belly being slowly relieved via manually working the kinks out. If anyone had asked, she'd have said she was very glad she chose this outfit today, if only for the ease of access to her overflowing pale gray flab.*

DAVE: *Dave himself was equally appreciative of her clothes, even though he was more the sort of choke back any possible vocalizing of the allure of the way the fluffy girl let her bountiful belly bulge from beneath her top; still, his hands told an entirely different story, years of swordfighting leaving them warm and weathered against her soft, supple bellyfat and his grip firm as he slowly gripped handfuls of grey blubber, leaning forward to slide his hands to her sides and extend his methodic kneading and rubbing to any exposed flub, full tummy or no.*
DAVE: see
DAVE: this is why you were elected queen
DAVE: this kind of softness is goddamn majestic

ARADIA: *Although Dave keeps his recognition of this allure to himself, Aradia suspects the way she let her belly hang free today might have at least something to do with the way Dave is enjoying himself, here. His hands feel heavenly, gripping handfuls of soft gray flab and making her broad, packed belly wobble and ripple with his firm kneading. Eventually, his hands slide slowly up her sides to play with the soft rolls that adorn the curve of her midsection, even if they aren't directly related to her belly, though she definitely doesn't mind that. She goes slightly red in the face from his compliments, but smiles nonetheless, letting her vivid maroon eyes flutter closed.*
ARADIA: thank you dave
ARADIA: thats very sweet of you to say!
DAVE: well i dont think knights are allowed to lie to their queens so i guess were just gonna have to deal with all these truth bombs

DAVE: *His hands slide back down to her belly, caressing the luscious mass of food and fat, before sliding further down and gently motioning for her to spread her thick thighs; both of his hands disappear beneath her tummy, fingers gently teasing and rubbing the underside of her gut and lifting the mass slightly to give it a firm kneading, before he leaned forward closer to her and let both of his wandering hands return to the sides of her bloated middle.*

ARADIA: *Aradia gently spreads her expansive, flabby gray thighs, a not so gentle reminder of the fact that her shorts are just about skin tight right now and cling to every curve they encounter. His hands slide under her tummy, and with how the almost spherical globe spills over into her lap, that's almost an intimate area. She goes a little more red in the face, and one of her pointed, almost goat-esque ears flicks away from her head for a fleeting moment in embarrassment. He hefts the weighty, packed mass of her gut up, and kneads the gray flab firmly, which only serves to coax another slightly louder bleat from Aradia and make her scoot ever so slightly closer to him.*

ARADIA: y-youre quite good at this dave
DAVE: you dont get knighted if the best you can manage is random groping
DAVE: and you dont bring anything but your a game when youre serving the high queen herself
DAVE: basic rules of chivalry

DAVE: *His eyes definitely catch how tight those shorts are and his hands desynchronize, one remaining on the swell of her belly to press and squeeze handfuls of her upper belly fat beneath her ample chest and the other snaking downwards to rub her outer thigh, fingers grazing over where the band of her shorts met the exposed ashen flesh of her thick waist and idly rubbing at her hip a little in-between continuing his massaging palms' assault on her enormous middle and giving her soft thunder thighs for affection as well, scooting a bit closer to her in time with her own movements and putting him almost in whatever of her lap wasn't already engulfed by her shelf of a gut.*

ARADIA: *His hands work wonders on the flabby upper curve of her belly, just underneath the swell of her bust. One of her knight's hands slips down to massage her outer thigh, and her ears flatten against her head when it slips into even more intimate territory, namely the waistband of her shorts. His fingers begin to work at one side of her hips, wide-set enough to put a slight sway in her step, at this point, and gently grip a roll of ashen flub, causing the surrounding area to wobble. When he's close enough that their legs are basically touching, Aradia begins to consider an idea.*
ARADIA: *Of course, it's a fledgling thought, mostly incited by the heavenly feeling she gets when his fingers work her gray rolls, so she probably won't act on it unless Dave makes the first move, here.*

DAVE: *Both of his hands slide to her hips, then back up to her love handles, rubbing her sides and squeezing her rolls and handles between his fingers as he gives a barely-perceptible breathy noise at the way her generous thighs wobble from his hands sliding up from them.*
DAVE: i dont suppose her highness has any suggestion as to what needs attention the most
DAVE: working with this much royalty is one hell of a job without some official orders
DAVE: *He glances up at her chubby face through his shades, patting either side of her belly and watching her jiggle slightly.*

ARADIA: *She gives a slight breathy chirp at the treatment, if only because the belly rubs seem to have shifted slightly from him intending to please her to simply kneading her love handles and marveling over her curves. Two gentle pats are delivered to her monstrous gut, and it ripples ever so slightly on contact.*
ARADIA: i suppose the knight wouldnt mind carrying the burden of his queen in his lap?/
ARADIA: it just seems like more comfortable seating currently
DAVE: i
DAVE: of course
DAVE: id be a goddamn honor to be the one to give her a new throne
ARADIA: im glad you think so!
ARADIA: *She sounds ever so slightly flirty at the moment.*

DAVE: *His stoic expression cracks just a tiny bit for a moment, lips twitching upwards slightly, before he slides his legs up onto the couch and beckons for her to scoot forward, both hands on her bare sides.

ARADIA: *She notices the crack, but doesn't give much indication besides a small smile. She turns around, as to allow easier resting on him, and scoots backwards into his lap, her broad rear promptly planting itself directly into his lap as she attempts to best enjoy the seating. She knows fully well the effects of this, and that's precisely why she's doing it, working her rear into his lap before settling down and leaning back against him, chirring contentedly.*
ARADIA: you may proceed with the belly rubs if you wish

DAVE: *He cant help but grunt as Aradia's significant weight plops into his lap, and the reaction to having such an ample ass wobbling on his hips is about what one would expect, though he doesnt let his body's response to the sudden weight deter him; both of his arms wrap around her, pulling him against him as he does his best to stay sitting upright with her girth leaning against him, and the newfound position behind her has the cons of reducing visibly of her huge, hanging belly and the pros of putting him in a perfect position to focus his efforts on that pillowy gut, squeezing and rubbing and kneading the grey mass and feeling his arms rub against her soft arms and squishy sides.*

DAVE: sssssshit aradia
DAVE: youre definitely a queen all right
DAVE: no goddamn peasants in any kingdom going to have a bod like this
DAVE: *He gives a muffled groan from both the pleasure of her soft gut in his grip and the "pleasure" of having her overflowing his lap and pressing her back against his torso.*

ARADIA: *She makes a noise distinctly akin to a purr as he continues with vigor, loving both the feeling of the kneading and her new seating. His arms brush her own, significantly thicker and softer, and his hands find their place back on her expansive, hanging tummy. There's probably intense pressure on his hips right now, but he doesn't seem to mind, with how fast he gets back into the motions of kneading her huge, globe-like belly.*
ARADIA: im glad you find my body to your liking dave
ARADIA: if that isnt just senseless flattery for the queen
ARADIA: *She definitely said that first part like that on purpose. There is virtually no way she didn't.*

DAVE: *He hugs himself against her back, squishing her tummy in both hands and resting his head on her shoulder; showing the faintest signs of exertion from having her atop him and reaching around her mass to rub and knead but clearly capable of taking on so much girl.*
DAVE: you know what this shit isnt even a little ironic anymore
DAVE: im being one hundred percent stone fucking cold serious when i say youre the sort of queen those fancy greek painters and poets would line up around the colosseums to get inspiration from
DAVE: and im not just saying that because im the lucky asshole who gets to be underneath all of this hot ass

ARADIA: *That's a little to take in, but with Aradia's knowledge of human history (which she's quite interested in) that's a very sincere compliment. Her doughy belly is softly squished between both of his hands as he reaches around her, and she hears him give the slightest soft breath of exertion.*
ARADIA: *The greek related comment, not the hot ass one. Aradia appreciates the hot ass one too, though.*

DAVE: im not complaining about being down here either because shit aradia im starting to lose sight of whatever ass backwards part of the knights code said royal massaging has to be limited to just nacho guts
DAVE: assuming her royal highness isnt just starting to be flirtier for appearances sake
DAVE: *Huffing again, he resumes grabbing and kneading what he can of her belly, though he slides one of his hands to hers and rests it on his comparatively-scrawny fingers, encouraging her to take the lead.*

ARADIA: oh the flirting certainly isnt just to keep up appearances!
ARADIA: and whoever wrote the code that said you had to restrict your massaging to my belly it certainly wasnt me
ARADIA: *She actually looks up and smooches his cheek, entwining her fingers in his and gently squeezing his hand in an oddly abrupt display of affection.*
ARADIA: if you wish to indulge i would not object dave
DAVE: welp

DAVE: *The smooch is all the encouragement he needs, although hes hardly going to just dive right into her more sensitive areas, and his hand squeezes hers before both return to her gut, giving the shelf of blubber another rubbing over before they begin sliding upwards, rubbing and pressing down on the top of her gut and slipping beneath her revealing shirt to knead and caress where her soft chest met her equally soft belly; he continued kneading the crown of her gut, knuckles brushing and rubbing against the underside of her breasts through her bra, before finally slipping onto her chest itself and reverently lifting one heavy cup in each hand, firm groping tapering off to the gentlest of squeezes and squishes to her mammaries through her dark undergarments.*

ARADIA: *She simply smiles in anticipation, though she wonders exactly /how/ her knight will indulge himself. He pays attention to her prominent ashen gut for a while longer after his hand moves away from hers. It's fascinating to Aradia, how much time he seems to spend just marvelling over the girth of her belly, but she doesn't mind, because the end result is belly rubs, and those are something she enjoys. His hands slip up to the upper swell of her flabby belly, and stay there for a while, gently kneading and pressing down on the flesh before moving up to her plump mammaries. His treatment of them is gentle, but firm, and coaxes a little bleat of gratitude and pleasure from the tubby rustblood.*

ARADIA: ive heard large rumble spheres are revered among humans but that could just be misinformation
ARADIA: and it probably doesnt apply to everyone
DAVE: ahaha are you kidding
DAVE: hell no we are totally sincere about the breast appreciation
DAVE: i mean sure different people have different tastes but if you ask me bigger is better and there arent gonna be many people around better than this

DAVE: *He presses against her back, cheek brushing against the side of her head as he wriggled against her and around her plume of hair, and began kneading her breasts in earnest, rubbing the rounded masses through her rather well-filled bra and letting his fingers linger teasingly on the straps, blindly tracing little circles in whatever of her boobs weren't covered up; his arms hooked around hers had the side benefit of leaving his elbows to squish against her sides and her arms to press down atop his, and he made sure to give her fatty torso a good wobble whenever his slow, rhythmic motions allowed for it.*

ARADIA: *Another soft bleat escapes her, and she stretches out on Dave's lap, relaxing and allowing him to indulge however he pleases. That's not to say she's devoid of reaction, though, with the way her face flushes and her ears flick from the kneading of her expansive mammaries. Every so often, one hand slips down to give her colossal belly a little shake, and Aradia feels her packed stomach slosh and wobble about. His elbows dig a little into her soft, flabby sides, though not uncomfortably, and she feels fingers trace the straps of the undergarments teasingly.*

ARADIA: im glad you think bigger is better
ARADIA: thats certainly convenient here
DAVE: well id still be all over this without the extra cushion
DAVE: but it sure as hell isnt making things worse

DAVE: *Aradia's belly is almost irresistible, and no amount of breast love is going to keep dave's hands from occasionally slipping down to rub at her warm, bubbling middle, but he's clearly determined to keep the slow, steady, teasing pace he's fallen into in respect to his hands exploration of her heavy body; slowly, his probing fingers slipping under the straps and clasps of her bra momentarily before returning to the soft cloth-covered mammaries themselves, darting in and out of her top to firmly work her chest in-between quick squeezes and wobbles of her bare belly and the occasional grope of her luscious thighs before finally he gives a contemplative hum and begins easing her out of her bra, moving slowly and letting her wiggle herself out to ensure he wasnt pushing her too far too quickly.*

ARADIA: *No matter how high up his hands go, and how much attention they pay to her generous breasts, they always return to her belly, eventually. With how often Dave fails to resist the urge to grope at her wobbling, flubby gray belly, Aradia thinks the "bigger is better" stuff he was saying is a saying he goes by almost religiously. His pace is slow, but Aradia doesn't mind, figuring he can take things as slow as he wants as long as she gets belly rubs and he enjoys himself. The clasps in her bra come free, and straps are pulled aside, but only when Dave begins to ease her out of it does she wiggle free, her rust red nipples poking out against the fabric of her shirt once the bra is removed.*

DAVE: *Dave swears under his breath as he feels her bra fall from her chest, hands ready to catch her bare, rust-tinged tits as they're finally freed from their fabric prison and bulge out into his grasp, each big enough to overflow his hands and causing boobflesh to bulge between his fingers as he lifts and squeezes them gently; for the first time since they started, he feels a tiny bit of disappointment that she's facing away from him, but it doesnt diminish the enjoyment he gets from finally being able to gently rub and knead her full, exposed chest beneath her thin top, lifting the shirt up to her chin and palming at her niiples by gently squeezing and smushing her enormous breasts.*

ARADIA: *She looks up and plants a small smooch on Dave's cheek just as her bra falls free, and his hands grip her breasts. There's some overflow, given that she's quite busty, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. Eager squeezes ensue, and the pale gray flesh of her pillowy mammaries bulges out between Dave's fingers whenever said squeezes happen. A moment is spent attempting to seat herself better on Dave's lap, and after a few moments of wiggling her hips and inadvertently grinding against Dave's groin, she is satisfied with her position, and sinks back against Dave again, chirring contentedly and relying entirely on the support of his torso to keep her up.*

ARADIA: enjoying yourself?
ARADIA: it sure seems like it!
ARADIA: *That knight's pitifully tiny human body seems to be doing quite a good job at supporting his queen right now, though.*
ARADIA: *At least from the little happy bleats and chirrs she's giving.*
DAVE: hhhhnn
DAVE: youre way too fucking good to me you know that
DAVE: jesus shit

DAVE: *All that grinding and bouncing was doing no small favors to the rather stiff "problem" buried beneath Aradia's enormously thick rear, though it was clear dave himself wasn't complaining; despite the fact that even he was slowly becoming less verbose, from his own arousal and the sensations of having an entire heavy, wobbly, bulgy sheepgirl half-smushing him with her weight, he was holding up remarkably well, and his warm hands continued to knead and grope at her bare chest, even as she slumped against him and made various utterly endearing noises of contentment at the way he gently massaged her nipples in his fingers and hefted her heavy breasts in his palms.*

ARADIA: *Aradia just sits back and lets Dave do the work, but not in a selfish way. She's probably enjoying herself just as much as he is, honestly, if not more, at least judging from the formerly mentioned endearing alien buggy noises of contentment. She pays no mind to the Equius that passes by, and just savors the moment as she sinks back against Dave, expansive gray belly wobbling from the shift in positions. She feels a slight hardness from down below, and idly wonders if what she's heard about alien junk is true. She won't ask, though, for fear of it ending badly.*

DAVE: *All the wobbling and jiggling about of the girl taking up his lap and covering his crotch can only be described as bliss to Dave, feeling her fat ripple and bounce atop his comparatively tiny frame as he speeds up his groping and squeezing a bit; as much as he loves having her lying against him and holding up her fatty torso with both arms, though, hes rapidly reaching the point where more drastic measures are rapidly becoming an option.*

DAVE: okay so
DAVE: i dont think theres a single way i could ever word this without feeling like the biggest pervert on the planet but i think we sailed right over that boundary on a gorgeous ship of flesh and curves the moment you started your mad wiggling on my lap
DAVE: but do you think your highness could uh
DAVE: turn around
DAVE: because this is fucking incredible and all but theres only so much i can take from the rear and i think its time we moved a bit past just feeling up those knockers
DAVE: *His face is clearly heated up, although despite his slightly hesitant tone and rosy cheeks hes comparatively stoic for someone who's been buried in supple ramgirl and bounced atop while massaging a rocking set of breasts for some time.*

ARADIA: *Aradia turns around, scooting lower on Dave's lap but not exactly off of it, and using a clawed hand to brush a few locks of long, curly black hair from her face. Her top falls back down to cover her chest, but that probably won't last long, all things considered, and her shorts are just as clingy and skin tight as ever. She looks at him with ever so slight intrigue.*

ARADIA: are you implying that we are going to do the human sex together
DAVE: well i uh
DAVE: i mean i dont think im going to say no at this point
DAVE: as far as foreplay and teasing goes you pretty much hit it out of the fucking park and i was the one doing all the groping
ARADIA: im glad to hear the foreplay went well
ARADIA: well
ARADIA: that sounds strange considering i was a part of it
ARADIA: what i really mean is im glad you enjoyed it as much as i did
DAVE: i think if i talked about how much im enjoying this itd turn into another biology lesson
ARADIA: i think if we did the human sex the entire thing would pretty much be a biology lesson
ARADIA: albeit
ARADIA: more enjoyable and less boring
DAVE: mmmnnn

DAVE: well lesson one is pretty much just sex
ARADIA: we should probably go somewhere thats not a wide open living room though
DAVE: yeah good point
DAVE: sorry to everybody out there who was expecting a front row seat to the strider sexwagon but youre gonna have to get your tickets stamped next time around
DAVE: *He slides up, gait awkward in a failed attempt to hide just how clearly he was "enjoying" her body, and shuffles after her.*
ARADIA: *She sets off with whatever room has a lock on the door in mind with Dave in tow.*