az/femanon rose/anon gas/stuffing/squashing/feeding

femanon: i also have a dramatic confession
azure: i am prepared to burden the no doubt emotionally heavy revelations about to occur
femanon: i was that one poetic fem anon for rose
azure: pfft
azure: im not even going to lie ive been waiting for you to come on so i could tell you i want to get to that third ask and ive just been procrastinating
femanon: SHIT YOU COULD TELL
azure: im not complaining at all though
femanon: w-whys that
azure: partly because its way easier to make posts when i sort of know who im writing them in response to
azure: partly because its an excuse to actively try and write rose being more flirty
femanon: s-she cant flirt with gray face me ill blush
azure: that was the plan

azure: ill probably use your last ask as the excuse to write her just lying in bed eating chocolates lazily
femanon: . // - // .
femanon: you dont understand how tempted i was to prompt gas to be included
femanon: y-you write it nice
azure: danke~
azure: i need to find the excuse to write it more
azure: just casual barely-nonchalant reactions to the gassy aftermath of all those discount chocolate audibly disagreeing with her mammoth tummy and the resultant bed-rumbling release she lets out absently
femanon: milk chocolate a-and a lactose intolerance inducing m!anon whos totally not fem anon...
azure: a bit more gurgling, groaning indigestion than she expected and only a bit of less literal groaning at the slow, trumpeting releases she has to let out to ease her belly
femanon: probably eyerolling frustration at her admirer,,
azure: giving them dull looks and making only slightly discomfortable noises at the sounds and gas she's letting out of her enormously wide rear and cocked hips

femanon: . // - // . 's-sorry, miss rose'
femanon: 'i-i couldnt resist'
azure: "I shouldn't be surprised at your choices in enhancing the experience," even as she pushes another chocolate into her lips and feels her hefty gut churn audibly
femanon: 'i-iim reaaaaaallly sorry!'
azure: trying to sit up and make herself a little more presentable only has her pausing to lean sideways a bit and let a deep one rip into the mattress beneath her
azure: more bothered by the indigestion than passing gas in front of another girl
femanon: '...i-i have a gas r-reliever if that would make you less displeased with me'
azure: "It depends if it's another form of edible or not. Common sense dictates that adding -huurrrpph- additional oral agitators would be the least successful outcome."
azure: sitting with one hand on her gut and the other barely stifling the casually-released belch
femanon: '...so no?'
femanon: 'c-cause um, youre kind of brewing up a storm, no offense...'
azure: she just gives a pointed "no, really?" look, before another sharp gurgle in her stomach has her shifting in her seat and giving an expectant look to see what the offer was
femanon: a small pill bottle with some terrible gas-related pun and a vaguely medical sounding name was presented in her dainty little gray palm
femanon: 'h-here, miss'
azure: rolling her eyes at the pun, she'd take a pill, mulling it over before a softer yet no less audible fart escaped from under her bulk and she simply tossed it into her plump lips, swallowing it dry
azure: "I suppose we'll see if your medical assessments are particularly sound."
femanon: 'u-um, just how much do you weigh? t-theres...negative side effects if youre over the effective limit...
azure: "...Said limit and side effects being...?"
femanon: '...400 pounds and...'
femanon: 'worsened conditions?'
femanon: an innocent 'woops' grin emerges

azure: her only response is a deadpan stare, before a significantly more audible, nauseous-sounding and unpleasantly wet churning rumbles out of her moonlike middle, the blonde huffing and wincing at it
azure: "Remind me, what was your prior assessment regarding 'storms'?", as a much fouler and more volatile phenomenom is clearly brewing in her weighty stomach
femanon: '...um, im not meteorologist, but, ehe...heh...'
femanon: 'iamsosorry'
azure: before she can properly respond, her gut lurches, and she bends over a bit as an even longer, louder and less socially acceptable wave of flatulence erupts from her bottom muffled by the bed yet clearly deep and unladylike, and yet only getting a hissing groan out of her
azure: "Ugghh. I'd like to reconfirm that this is, in fact, a scenario you're responsible for inducing."
femanon: 'i-i didnt mean to!'
femanon: important note: immense redness is adorning femanon's dainty little face
azure: rather than immediately respond, she lets out another audibly unpleasant fart, before shifting her wide hips to move towards the edge of the bed; she's already looking a bit more bloated in her tshirt
azure: "Instead of expressing dubious apologies, may I suggest making yourself useful in a more method-tested manner?" her shifting is to face her guest directly, face only slightly red from light exertion
femanon: 's-should i go to the pharmacy?'
azure: "Instead of invoking more clearly unscrutinised medical solu-UURRRRPPHhh-hhgh, solutions, work on dealing with the matters at hand you've created. Put some elbow grease into it, as they say."
azure: with an expectant, sharp look, she scoots her legs off the bed, spreading her thighs as another forceful fart rumbles more audibly from her pillowy bottom and lifting her shirt from her belly

femanon: 'o-oh, um. t-thats not too intimate?'
azure: "Is it? You certainly seems to lack arguments against ogling me, and at least some of my current state is your responsibility." another low gurgle from her stomach rumbles out, wetter and gassier
femanon: 'i-i can think of reasons not to look at you!'
azure: "You can compile a list after you've begun providing some degree of tangible relief." she pauses to bite her lip just a bit, a more deliberate release escaping her heavy ass under those thunder thighs
femanon: a small series of steps and then she puts her hands softly on her gut and rubs in a circular motion
femanon: 's-sorrysorrysorrysorry'
azure: the blonde's belly is wide, heavy, pillowy soft from a clear fondness of self-care yet somewhat taut with gas and chocolate, and the comparative tiny hands can feel the shifting and bubbling within
azure: the most she herself gives is a half-groaned "Harder." at the light touches, her soft flab warm to the touch and her expression shifting to reflect the pentup state of her digestive system's turbulence
femanon: femanon's face chatters with nerves and semi-lust at her velvety (and harsher) words as she obeys, churning her fat with a more pronounced effort
azure: the hands squeezing and rubbing the front and sides of her round, padded gut have that butterball belly's contents shifting further, its owner giving a wet, open-throated belch without any modesty
azure: despite the milky burp, the real storm is forming further down, and without any warning she leans to the side, lifting one leg and pushing out her most impressive fart yet with a relieved sigh
azure: the strain and bloating of her stomach is leaving her feeling heavy and weighted, light perspiration on her brow and under the shirt bunched around her bra-clad bust as she leans back further
femanon: 'j-jesus that was hot'
femanon: 'i-i mean aha wow holy shit that was...noisy'
azure: "Mm." she just gives a scrutinizing look, holding her shirt up with one hand and leaning back on the other arm as her wide, overfed gut is handled, sliding forward just a bit more expectantly
azure: she's clearly onto her 'helper', but more concerned with the ache in her stomach, huffing a bit and letting another roiling belch escape from her gullet
femanon: her helper in question pushes into her stomach forcefully and mixes up the pressure she gives back into the fatty mass, biting her lips as she realizes her fantasies and gets grips of miss lalonde~

azure: the pushing on her full, gurgling belly is immediately effective, rose herself groaning at the shove but immediately letting out a long bassy fart as her rotund middle is squeezed by the roaming hands
azure: she's clearly sweating a bit from the indigestion, although the less than subtle gripping and squeezing of her doughy spare tire gets another analytical yet winded look tossed to the 'assistant'
azure: "Nnghh...I'm certainly not going to excUURRPpse myself from another person's mess, especially since you seem to have taken to the job...nn-pffhrrrrrpptt-gh, rather suitably."
femanon: 's-sorry, sorry! i-ive fantasized so much i must be an exp--sorry!!'
femanon: 'tmi tmi tmi!!'
femanon: '...so does this mean i cant be your valentin--'
azure: she just sighs at the response, cheeks puffing up in a muffled burp, before a wracking, burbling churn emits from her thick middle, tangible against the palms smushing into her pillowy pale belly
azure: rather than keep leaning back further, she pauses to sit up a bit, stomach pushing against her thighs and another fart trumpeting beneath her as she smoothly pulled her rolled up top up and off
azure: clad only in a snug black bra that squeezed her milky flab, she leaned back properly, mostly lying down with her gut rising above her and her thighs spread, looking over her own bulk to meet eyes
azure: "This isn't my definition of a romantic evening, but if you're the sort to fantasize about socially unpleasant bodily functions, I'm willing to pause any proper analysis of such in favor of more help"
femanon: '...w-well, now that you mention it, ehe...'
femanon: '...maybe a little?''
azure: "Apparently this is your lucky day, because your talents in debauchery are sorely," -bblllrrrpppptt- "bluh, required. Assuming you can handle the meteorological conditions."
femanon: 'h-hey! it was an apt c-comparison at the times!'
azure: another noisy glunk escapes her belly, and she just gives a sharp, expectant look, a much smaller yet clearly audible fart escaping from her building digestive pressures
femanon: and once again she flushes red
azure: "There's significantly more needing to be encouraged out whenever you've recovered your delicate composure in regard to unyielding indigestion, you know." she drums her fingers on her bare belly a bit
femanon: 'w-what?'
femanon: 't-that one  was lost on me.'
azure: "Continue massaging." her thick, heavy thighs squeeze together a bit, bloated belly growling and bubbling persistently under her enunciated and only slightly impatient tone
femanon: 's-sorry, just keep it to three syllables or less with me, aha...'
femanon: she immediately obeys.
azure: with rose lying down, the wobbling, rippling motions of her stomach being pushed and kneaded cause the dairy within to audibly slosh, stomach acid and gas bubbles shifting within and building further
azure: unlike before, there's no immediate release, although her expression contorts and shifts alongside the sickly sounding gurgles and groans from her middle, bust wobbling slightly with a strained belch
femanon: 'i-is there something you should eat to make this better?'
azure: "...I don't know if attempting to further gourmandize is going to do anything to ease the...oogh, th..." an ominous rumble escapes her body, belly rumbling under those squeezing, pushing hands
azure: a moment later, the topless girl shamelessly spreads her legs and pushes out a long, deep, unobstructed wave of flatulence, unmuffled by anything but her snug shorts and gutturally unwomanly
azure: for her part, she simply bit her lip and pushed, letting the wave of hot, gaseous wind taper off into a prolonged sputter, before giving an openly genuine sigh of relief and settling back down
azure: "...the current -brruurp- state of affairs...hhhggh." like an aftershock, a few smaller, shorter, but no less unpleasant and clear farts rumbled from her bottom "That's...better. Ugh."
femanon: 'h-has the agh, s-storm passed?'
azure: "Mmm." her stomach's gurgling had subsides slightly, still audible but much less sickly and fierce, and the bloated young woman fanned the air a bit, exasperated. "Somewhat. You've been helpful, yes."

femanon: 'ahh! i helped miss rose!!' she giddily claps her hands.
azure: she just wiped her brow a bit, bemused and baffled by the sudden excitement and attempting to relax even as the pit of her stomach continued to idly churn
femanon: 'd-do i get a reward for helping?'
femanon: wow, no sense of how much you made the situation additionally worse
azure: "That depends entirely on your definition of 'reward'." rose is entirely aware of this, sitting up on one elbow to raise a brow at her guest
femanon: '...p-please dont look at me like that, it puts a lot of pressure on me.'
azure: she just sighs and flops back down, not bothering to stifle a reasonable burp. "I believe you're the least 'under pressure', but. Regardless."
femanon: 'c-cause im only about 110 pounds...n-not to say that youre fat!'
azure: that gets an amused snort out of her, and she glances back up. "I don't think we need to dance around the factual descriptors of my physique at this point. Being the heavier one isnt much of a twist."
femanon: 'i-it could be a twist in a book about the main character h-hiding that shes fat!'
azure: "I'd hope you aren't expecting me to shy away from my size, given the past ten minutes spent allowing you to graciously massage said girth. And the fact that I'm lying here in a bra."
femanon: '...youre overweight? whatttt? nooooo!'
femanon: She probably accidentally came off as condescending.
azure: her response is merely to give a dull, dry look at the other girl and lightly smack her own belly, causing a slight ripple in her supple, soft physique
femanon: '...well okay, maybe a pinch of baby fat if youre looking for it...'
azure: "Mmhm. It's merely a meager amount of winter weight." her tone is thoroughly sarcastic
femanon: 'l-like a cute polar bear!'
femanon: '...i mean a polar bear!'
femanon: how to be shitty at hiding your attractions: by femanon
azure: raising one brow, she sits back up a bit suddenly, deliberately spreading her thighs and straightening up so her round, bare stomach almost bumps against her helper's own comparatively flat midriff
azure: "I take it you're particularly fond of ursine mammals? Arctic bears are hardly my first thought as to adorable creatures, but it's not the oddest fascination you've shown today." and theres the smirk
femanon: 'h-hey, shut up, just because i-i blushed when you were farting doesnt mean--'
femanon: '...there's no winning with you, is there?'
femanon: she stumbles back at the impact of the stomach against her before straightening upright.
azure: "You certainly didn't seem embarrassed to be around such uncouth flatulence." after a moment, she gives a coy look "And typically, no. I pride myself on successes."

femanon: 'w-whats wrong with bodily functions?'
femanon: She enviously glances down at Rose's immense stomach, a hand hovering over her own with a sense of longing.
azure: "Nothing, given that they're a natural biological necessity." she makes no effort to obstruct her stomach, practically presenting it as it softly bubbles and blorps
azure: "Most simply don't become quite so enamored with the notion."
femanon: 'I-I'm not some weirdo who follows your blog to hear about your indigestion and sends you chocolates t-to fatten you up!'
azure: she just stares for a moment, clearly more amused and slightly baffled than concerned or upset
femanon: "I-I don't!!"
azure: "For someone so intent on vehemently denying the notion, you seem awfully eager to hear such bodily functionality up close and personal."
femanon: "B-Because I was glad you were being helped out so well by me!"
azure: without taking her eyes off of the other girl, she moves one chubby hand onto her helpers, moving that hovering palm back onto her stomach and pressing down as she feels a tangible rumble from within
azure: "If you're so eager to be helpful, you're willing to continue working. I'm not picky about personal services."
femanon: "H-Hey, quit that..."
femanon: "...w-what's my payment?"
azure: "What are you expecting? Other than the opportunity for physical contact with another girl's bare body, of course."
femanon: "...w-whatever you're comfortable offering."
azure: "You aren't a particularly assertive negotiator, are you?" she smirks, before wincing a bit at another gassy gurgle, her own hand rubbing at the side of her bulging belly
femanon: "I-I just don't wanna step on any toes."
azure: "How about this: in the interest of compensation for your work, I'll refrain from judging you personally on your expectations of proper reward, as difficult as it may be. Unless you simply want cash."
femanon: "Y-You mean you might blackmail me??"
azure: "...No. The opposite of that."
femanon: "If I don't do anything though!"
azure: "'Do anything'...?" she was mostly just trying to see how much she could get the other girl to admit, coyly smirking and lazily rubbing her own stomach
femanon: "A-And stop rubbing that gut! I-It's distracting me!"
azure: "Oh? I wasn't aware I could sway your attention so easily." her fingers drum on that belly, sending slight wobbles throughout the blubbery mound
femanon: "I-It's not cause it's attractive! I-It's just taking up a lot of my sight!"
azure: "Would you prefer if I redressed, as to spare you from having to inadvertently ogle?" sitting back on the bed, she leaned back just a bit, spreading her thick thighs under that weighty gut
femanon: "N-No, cause it's more distracting how tight your clothes are!"
femanon: "I-I notice these things..."
azure: "Mm. They have been getting somewhat restrictive lately." she faux-thoughtfully thumbed the band of her shorts, the waist sinking into her ample hips clearly
femanon: "J-Just get naked--get in your underwear then!"
azure: rose simply looked up at the other girl, expression solid for a moment, before she glanced away as if to think; a second later, she stood up, moving to the side of the bed to pick up her shirt
azure: rather than redress, she simply let her shorts slide down her mammoth hips a bit, facing away from her guest and moving to tug them down, until she could lightly kick them around her chubby ankles
azure: beneath, she wore only a practically skintight yet cozy pair of black panties to match her bra, the size of her rear obvious as she casually bent down to fold her shorts and nearly pile her clothes

femanon: '...jesus thats an ass.'
azure: "I'm glad you could notice." tossing a glance and a coy look over her shoulder, she set her clothes on the bed "And that you could permit me to relax in your presence, of course."
femanon: "...s-should I do that too or uh"
femanon: "is there a weight limit on that, aha...?"
azure: "On undressing? I highly doubt it." she turned, folding her arms under her bust and sitting back on the bed "If you're comfortable, I won't judge you for enjoying the privacy."
femanon: "...i uh, okay then! j-just girls being girls!'
femanon: She slides off her shorts a bit too eagerly to have JUST started thinking about it.
azure: "Some more than others." her belly gives a long squelching burble, the dairy still trying to settle, and she simply watches the guest undress with a casual lookover
femanon: "...y-you're more girl than me, or...? is it because you're...w-weight challenged?"
azure: "I was referring more to my less ladylike activities, but I suppose interpreting it as an excess of girl is also technically accurate." despite being undressed, she was just as casual as before
femanon: "oh! um, we can both be less of girls! you uh...got any pop?"
azure: her brow raised at that, but she nodded, gesturing her head at the small mini-fridge in her room "By all means, help yourself. It's the least I can do as a gracious host."
femanon: "Y-Yeah, very..."
femanon: She bends over and grabs a semi-filled bottle and takes a large swig of the root beer, pausing momentarily to let out a belch not fitting her tiny frame in it's boisterousness.
azure: smirking, she gets back up, walking over to the fridge with a natural sway in her wide figure and lightly applauding the sudden belch
azure: "If your goal was to diminish your girlishness, you're making progress." gently squishing past, she reached in for a bottle of her own, not minding her bare hips bumping her visitor's
femanon: She stumbled and hit the floor on her knees.
femanon: "h-hey! dont hog all the pop!"
azure: "Sorry." she doesn't sound entirely sincere, although she does back up a bit and give her space "And technically, it's my soda. I could say the same to you."
azure: her tone was more teasing than anything else, though
femanon: "It's one bottleeeee! What, am I going to just end up drinking your fridge dry?"
azure: "I would hope not, if only for your sake." smirking, she uncapped the bottle, lifting it to her chubby lips and taking a deep, expert swig
femanon: "D-Don't tempt me..."
femanon: "I've got a good capacity..."
azure: "Mmh?" she doesn't stop drinking to respond, pausing with a content sigh after draining a fair portion of the bottle "That hardly sounds like a bad thing to me."
femanon: "What? Tempting me to guzzle it all?"
azure: "What happened to 'it's one bottle'?" licking her lips, she paused to give a deep yet short belch of her own into one fist "Although if you're looking for the excuse, I can replace the beverages."
femanon: "...y-you so want me to do it just to see me suffer.'
azure: "Only if you're eager to suffer. Would it be more fair if we divided it evenly?"
femanon: "...i'd like that."
azure: with an amused huff, she glanced at the fridge, then back at the other girl, before nonchalantly lifting her bottle and resuming drinking; unlike before, she continued to slowly chug away at the soda
femanon: Fem tried to mimic her idol, tipping it upwards and glutting herself as her stomach began to swell with a rush of carbonation as tiny burps escaped her drinking lips.
azure: rose was clearly used to it, throat bulging as she took deep gulps of the fizzing liquid, one hand on her bare belly as she drained the last of the bottle with a huff and lowered it from her lips
azure: fluid dripped onto her stomach, pale orb barely bloated from the chugging despite the carbonation and soda she could feel packed within, and she held in the burps trying to escape as she took more
femanon: She paused, panting and glancing at the now bone-dry bottle. "I hope you understand this is going to wreck my figure..."
azure: "Mm." holding up one finger, she took a few more heavy gulps of her second bottle before lowering it "Personally, I don't see the harm in a few extra pounds."
femanon: "Y-You calling me skinny?"
azure: with a light snort, she turned, stepping closer to the fridge and "accidentally" lightly bumping her fizzing stomach against the other girl's "Comparatively, perhaps."
femanon: THAT got a raucuous URAAAPPP from her. Something you wouldn't expect from a girl so mousy.
femanon: "R-Riduclous!"
azure: wincing only a little at the sudden burp, rose simply patted her own stomach, flexing her throat a little and letting some of the gaseous, bubbling load rumble back up her throat in a masculine belch
azure: "BHHUURRRRHHPPhh, mm. Try not to puh yourself too hard." her own bulging figure wobbled slightly as she shifted, thick arms lifting the bottle back to her lips as the heavyweight resumed guzzling
femanon: "I'm not some weirdo w-who orders weight gain supplements a-and stuffs herself on pizza trying to emulate her ido--"
femanon: "Mmmf."
femanon: She silenced herself with a belch and rummaged in the fridge for more soda.
azure: a few moments of drinking later, the bottle came back down "Your idol? You have unusual tastes in role models if you're idolizing someone for their gluttonous habits, excessive weight and indigestion.
femanon: "...sh-shut up."
azure: smirking, she merely resumed drinking, swaying lightly on her bare feet; the motion caused her stomach, beginning to slightly bloat, to audibly slosh and bubble with the gas and fluid within
femanon: Meanwhile, Fem had forced herself to being halfway through her third bottle, finally releasing the sublest (yet still audible) farts she could manage.

azure: lowering her fourth bottle, rose could feel the shaken-up soda she'd swallowed fizzing and filling her up, one hand resting on her sloshing stomach as she caught her breath
azure: the sound of soft yet audible flatulence escaping her visitor had her pause for a moment, giving a throaty burp and feeling her own stomachs contents shift southwards, before she spoke up
azure: "I don't suppose I could call a brief pause in our escapades? You are still, technically, an assistant, and I feel like your talents could be used momentarily."
azure: with a coy look, she patted her own stomach, eyeing the other girl and biting her lip from the pressure within "Would you kindly tend to your host for a moment? I'm willing to reciprocate if needed."
femanon: "S-Sure...i-if I can get heartier foods...f-for gaining some of those pounds."
azure: "I'm certain there's something suitable for your needs. If nothing else, there certainly is a weight discrepancy between us, and I hardly have a reason to turn down your request to narrow it."
azure: smirking wider at the admitted undertones, she moved closer, half expectantly presenting herself and half simply flaunting her size compared to the smaller girl throat gurgling with another burp
femanon: She gripped the sides of her host's stomach and shook slightly, rubbing and kneading and putting all the pressure she could into that sweet relief.
azure: there was a simple pleasure in simply having her stomach massaged, the heavy mass wobbling and sloshing as she was squeezed, and rose leaned forward to let her helper hear the bubbling, sloshing sound
azure: after a moment, the mass of build-up gas shifted downwards, and the blonde bit her lip, lifting one bare, pillowy leg to ease out a long, roaring fart, not at all muffled by her thin panties
azure: despite relentlessly ripping ass in front of her visitor, and the rumbling, quaking flatulence dragging on a second or two, her only reaction was relief, openly sighing and giving a content noise
azure: "Hhhnn...excuse me." her tone made it clear she wasn't serious about the gesture, and another short, gassy eruption escaped her mammoth ass as she settled back down, before turning back to the other girl
femanon: "...wow."
femanon: "That one was honestly impressive."
femanon: "...m-my taste for gas notwithstanding."
azure: "There's no need to be restrained, you know. What was it that you said earlier, just girls being girls?" she smirked, rubbing her own stomach and coaxing out a comparatively tiny fart
femanon: "Okay, fine! It's...arousing!! There! Cat is out of the metaphorical bag!"
azure: "I'm afraid the cat wasn't a particularly secretive specimen." her smirk grew, and she idly rubbed her stomach, feeling the fullness of her soda bloat settle
femanon: "...s-shut your mouth."
azure: she makes a pointed effort of doing so, tilting her head and coyly looking at the other girl, before opening back up for a bubbly belch
femanon: Fem simply burps back defiantly in kind.
femanon: "S-So I like how you act and your figure! That's the big secret, okay?"
azure: "You sincerely are not a subtle individual, in all honesty. No offense intended." at the comment, rose simply smirked, before reaching forward to gently, experimentally pat the other girls stomach
azure: "I'm glad you've finally managed to get such a burdening secret out of your system. If theres anything else you need to expel, don't hesitant to request assistance."
femanon: In a show of pure irony, her indigestion reached a peak and let her release a brassy fart.
femanon: "...Excuse me."
azure: "For someone as timid as yourself, you seem to be catching up in terms of bodily emissions quite rapidly." smirking, she gave the other girl's tummy a gentle rub, squeezing lightly for good measure
femanon: "I--FRRRRT!" She burned brightly on both cheeks. "I-I'm eating like you, aren't I?"
azure: "Drinking, certainly. I'm not sure if you've attained the casual degree of overindulgence and hedonistic self-luxury I've found myself expressing, though."
femanon: "Oh, if-only..."
femanon: "Anyways, you're the one...corrupting my standards!"
azure: "Corrupting?" she feigned confusion for a moment, before casually half-turning to expose more of her rump and get more soda "I believe I've done nothing of the sort."
femanon: "A-And stop hypnotizing me with that rear!"
azure: "I highly doubt hypnosis is anything more than superstition and parlor trickery. And you seem to have a glaring fascination with multiple facets of my rear end."
femanon: "It's a good butt! A mind-changing one!'
azure: "Mind-changing? I hadn't known bottoms could be enlightening." she reached back, adjusting her skintight panties over those smooth, pale, round cheeks
azure: she was never going to tire of teasing her assistant
femanon: "S-Stop this torment, you gassy concubine."
azure: "You were the one responsible for my gassiness." she lifted her fifth bottle to her lips, taking a few good gulps and feeling herself fill a bit more with the sloshing, fizzing fluid
femanon: "Because it's hot!!"
azure: before she could verbally respond, rose felt another shifting in her stomach, closing her eyes as she drank and leaning over slightly to let her rear wobble in front of the other girl
femanon: "H-Hey, get that out of my face!"
azure: one hip cocked, she let out another pent-up wave of flatulence, not nearly as impressive as her prior one but no less startling coming from the well-enunciated blonde, deep and bassy and rumbling
azure: "Mmrphsus mmrhf."

femanon: "Y-You just let that loose in my face, you pig!"
azure: -ulp- "Pig? It's impolite to be so demeaning towards your host, you know. Especially when you're being treated to her drinks." the glance over her shoulder betrayed her amusement at the accusation
femanon: "Well when she farts in my face it's applicable!"
azure: "Hmph." wiping her lips with the back of one hand, she turned to face the other girl, leaning against the fridge a bit "Will this be another unusual source of eroticism for you?"
femanon: "W-What?"
azure: "You've already professed attraction to flatulence and weightiness. I feel the duty to solidify any other potential sources of awkward feelings I could stumble upon."
femanon: "Are you insinuating I WANT you to fart on me??"
azure: "On you? Not necessarily, although if that's a degree you're willing to bring up, I won't be immensely surprised. Perhaps merely in your vicinity, or whilst you're within earshot."
femanon: "...yes--no!!"
azure: her smirk grew, and her brow raised a bit "Yes-no to atop you, or around you?"
femanon: "N-No to both! I-I am not some sick freak!"
femanon: The cracks in her voice made it apparent it was a thin lie.
azure: "No? Is this why you're eager to gain weight yourself? To prevent any unfortunate mishaps from being too one-sided, and to keep you from being entirely dwarfed by my own width?"
azure: her smirk was turning into an outright yet subdued grin, and she moved closer, gently squishing her wide stomach and hip against the other girl, making it clear just how much she could bury her
femanon: "I-I don't...want to be too small...I-I wish to be like you..."
azure: "Perhaps not quite as large, then? Or just as big? You certainly seem enamored with the concept of my width, but simply being less skinny is an adequate goal to set for oneself."
femanon: "...fatter."
azure: "Well, you've certainly got a ways to go." pressing up against her more openly, she reached out to pat the other girl's side, downright tiny compared to her own overflowing, pale blubber
femanon: "w-what can you do for me?"
azure: "If nothing else, I can continue functioning as a socially questionable role model. And you've already crossed the boundaries of physical contact if you need a more tangible goal to set for yourself."
azure: "Aside from that? I do have quite a lot of comestibles, let alone the particularly fattening ones. It depends on how much you're capable of pushing your limits regarding both food intake and lethargy."
femanon: "I-I'm ready for anything. A-And you owe me after blasting ass on my face!"
azure: "Owe you what, precisely?" there was that almost predatory smirk again, rose trying to make her simply say it
femanon: "T-To feed me."
azure: "Of course." glancing at the mostly-full bottle in her hand, she looked over the thinner yet still quite full girl, before moving to offer the bottle to her lips "Like so?"
femanon: She nodded wantingly, as if she was dying of thirst for it.
azure: without hesitation, the bottle was lifting to her lips and gently tilted to begin coaxing its contents in; at the same time, rose moved closer, belly to belly to squish against the other girl
femanon: She guzzled and released belches into the bottle as she swallowed, stomach surging forth in size as she drained it. Their stomachs began to touch easier and easier as she progressed.
azure: as the container drained, another was already being readied, sitting fizzing on the fridge top as rose slowly emptied the first into her guest and felt her swell up against her pillowy gut
azure: rather than leave her alone in her drinking, the blonde's free hand moved to that growing belly, rubbing encouragingly and feeling the gas and soda within bloat up the thinner girl
femanon: She shut her eyes tight, releasing a steady torrent of gas from her backside before panting from the exertion and positioning her mouth for more.
azure: the next bottle was lifted to her mouth after a gentle squeeze to ease out any more gas, rose covering her smirk at the flatulence with another bottle for herself
azure: she was already remarkably full, the strain on her stomach causing her to give a softly muffled groan and stretch her back a bit as she kept up pace, one bottle in each hand and one for each girl
femanon: She could hardly take it anymore, her stomach swelling to a ludicrous degree and making her appear much fatter than before. She pushed the bottle away to let out a raucous belch to rival even Rose's mightier repertoire.
femanon: "S-So...f-full..."
azure: rather than match the belch, rose simply lowered her own emptied bottle, an eruption of gas escaping her enormous rear as she simply let out the buildup of carbonation
azure: still, sweat was forming on her brow from the strain, belly noticably firmer and larger although still round and soft, and she made no effort to keep from ripping ass openly in irregular, bassy farts
azure: "Mmm. we can, hng," -pphlbbrrt-, "can take a breather if you think it's necessary. You can't" -bblrrrrrhhht- "push yourself so far in one sitting without a breather or" -ffRRRT- "two."
femanon: "Y-You mind trying not to pollute the air?"
azure: her only response was to shift and push for a moment, before a noticably louder and more forceful fart rumbled out of her rear, one hand resting on her bloated belly
azure: "What happened to wishing to be" -phffrrt- "more like myself?"
femanon: "W-Well I'd also like to not get hotboxed!"
azure: "At this rate, you'll be trapping yourself in such predicaments." groaning a bit from pleasurable fullness, she turned to waddle to the bed, letting out another deep blast as she moved

femanon: "...room for one more?"
azure: "Make yourself comfortable." she paused at the side of the bed, both to let the other girl sit and to let out a throaty, wet belch
femanon: She sits down, and also prods Rose's belly just to see the reaction before laying down on her belly and moaning from how sheerly sloshly her belly felt.
azure: the prod to her keg of a belly only made her gurgle a bit, gas already fizzing up in her stomach for more releases, and she laid down on her back by the other girl, extending an arm to pat her back
femanon: "Ohhhh, I feel like I'm gonna explode..."
azure: "Lying directly on top of your stomach won't help. Feel free to explode in a purely metaphorical manner, however."
femanon: She accepted the offer in the form of a well-timed burst of flatulence, explosive and low-pitched as per her trademark.
azure: lazily, she lifted one pillowy arm to teasingly fan the air around her, before spreading her own thighs limply and letting out a rumbling wave of hot gas of her own, one hand plopping onto her own gut
azure: "I'm certain you'll accustom to it all in time. Just attempt to relax."
femanon: "I saw you pretending to fan it. Urghhh. I should feel more...disgusted, shouldn't I?"
azure: "Should you?" she side-eyed her lazily, huffing from fullness and exertion "I was under the impression the disgust was part of the appeal to you."
femanon: "It's attractive when YOU do it!"
femanon: "But...also somewhat disgusting. No offense."
azure: she just snorted in amusement, before pushing herself up onto her side, then onto her knees in a slow, wobbling motion "Of course. I'm certain you're positively fragrant yourself."
femanon: "H-Hey! Soda makes me gassy, okay?"
femanon: "...a lot of things kinda do."
azure: "Mmhm? May I inquire as to what else you've been dining on?" she managed to heave herself next to the other girl, a sudden fart escaping her as she looked over the swollen guest
femanon: "Sigh...I have a bad weakness for mexican...traditional american fast food...fried chicken..."
azure: "This sounds to me like a fair list of things to consider indulging on." smirking, she reached down to gently try and massage at her sides, feeling her swollen, sloshy soda weight
femanon: "Y-You've got magic or some sort, don't you? C-Can--URAP! Can't you get some conjured up?"
azure: "Not here, but in a sense, yes." her own stomach was bulging over the band of her panties, threatening to press against the other girl "Magic unfortunately is neither intuitive nor consistently real."
femanon: "I-I got farted on by you and rubbed your gut. C-Can't you go a little out of your way for me?"
azure: "Mmm. When you put it like that, possibly. Or I could infer the soda was your payment for those activities, and request another task be fulfilled."
azure: she was teasingly smirking down at her over her own bust and belly, still trying to rub her gut
femanon: "W-What? Do you want to sit on me and let it rip?"
azure: "Do YOU want me to?"
femanon: "..."
femanon: There was a bit of telltale silence.

azure: for a moment, rose's smirk grew, before without much warning she shifted on her knees, slowly yet carefully moving to let her wide hips and ass press down on the other girl's torso
femanon: "m-mmh!'
femanon: She was rather muffled by some of Rose's excess bulk covering her mouth.
azure: "I hope that isn't a noise of too much discomfort." leaning back gently yet firmly, it was effortless to pin the other girl beneath her, over 400 pounds of pale, doughy fat squashing her into the bed
azure: in such a position, wobbling was inevitable, every little motion causing her full belly to sway and slosh slightly, the gas within fizzing as she tried to get comfortable
femanon: A lot of pressure was being released from Fem as a tiny woosh of gas was released from beneath her, the wind tickling against Rose's body lightly.
azure: the release from the other girl almost made rose give a small laugh, one hand resting on her tight, swollen stomach as she felt her sodalogged belly churn and rumble
azure: a moment later, she spread her enormous tights partway around her guests's body, relaxing and letting out a long, roaring eruption of gas against her back, pushing out as much as she could manage
azure: even if it was technically for the smaller girl, the relief was enough to have rose sighing midway through ripping ass, shifting and lifting her hip slightly to ease it out
femanon: There was a muffled moan from beneath Rose--but this was certainly one mixing arousal and lust, not pain.
azure: it wasn't hard to tell, especially as the enormous blonde simply let her gas come, shorter but no less potent and forceful farts rumbling out of her titantic rear against the other girl
femanon: She shuddered beneath her, some cries sounding like 'oh YES' or 'p-perfect'...
azure: her shifting continued, bulk wobbling and continuing to squash her guest into the bed as she repositioned herself slightly, keeping the other girls upper body under that magnanimous rump
azure: just hearing and feeling how shamelessly into it she was was enough to keep rose going, even as her gas tapered down into more reasonable bouts of flatulence
femanon: a dainty hand shook to tap Rose's fat thigh, almost a metaphorical white flag of surrender
femanon: Rose's indomitable gas - 1 Fem - 0
azure: the prodding got her attention, and just as slowly as she had sat down, she sat back up, pushing herself onto her knees to loom over the squished girl on the bed
azure: "Was that satisfactory for your purposes? I may need to try and fit in more soda to keep going with any reasonable pace."
femanon: She wriggled and writhed, a deep, lustful smile on her face.
femanon: "S-Sorry if that was weird."
azure: "It was, but I've certainly heard of weirder, so I'll refrain from making any sincere judgements."
femanon: She nodded, before her face fell slightly as she winced, pushing out a brassy fRRRT in line with Rose's last few expulsions.