az/anon oc short fat/stuffing/gas

azure: the partially inflated blimp aesthetic
azure: which i guess is her normal aesthetic sometimes
anon: her aesthetic post-getting dragged to the local buffet
anon: s'not even marianne that does it it's just that good of a place to eat that a lot of people go to
azure: its not hard to lose track of the plates when you're so used to eating a lot
azure: especially when its that good
azure: im sure you can argue the slow, plodding walk home, every step punctuated by an overfull groan as her already bulky yet clearly distended gut bobs slightly and bulges against the hem of her pants, is still worth the experience

anon: The occasion that she brings food home is nice
anon: When she just lies herself on her sofabed and watches total trash while filling her maw

azure: shes got a nice comfy visibly indented spot perfect for relaxing in, leaning back and digging the remote out from under her bulk to turn on the tv and just zoning out in the couch experience
azure: not really minding too much as she dumps take out down her gullet and lets herself go for an evening

azure: too comfortable and food laden to move by the time its dark out and the only light is the tv's
azure:  shining on the round expanse of belly resting on her shelflike lap and illuminating the way her top rides up over an equator of gut around her freckled navel from her lazy slouch
azure: and how much she'd fed to her growing middle

azure: just getting heavy and full and complacent in her position
azure: popping open a bag of chips and pushing them in by the pack as crumbs topple down onto her slightly splayed chest, loosely bunching up the bag to add to the pile next to her as she washes the saltiness down with a swig straight from a soda bottle
azure: already feeling the inevitable protest against her digestive system from the sugar and grease and calories of her feast
azure: but feeling too bloated and lethargic to do much but try and dig any crumbs from her chest and scratch at her exposed lower belly from the warm air meeting dark freckled noticably stuffed blubber

azure: the only obstacle to her hedonistic comfort the inevitability of whatever food she'd brought home ending up more or less fully packed away into her incessantly grazing lips
azure: and the already stuffed butterball still irrationally peckish for more
azure: groaning and huffing and starting the process of pushing herself out of her sunken-in sofa spot with significantly more swollen and more sensitive stomach in the way
azure: sleepy and overfilled and yet fighting to get back onto her bare feet to fetch more snacks to idly sate her irresponsible hunger

azure: the way her size and fullness hits her all at once once shes finally back onto her own bare feet
azure: stomach distended and aching a bit from being lifted so awkwardly from its resting spot atop on a pair of thunderous thighs
azure: her shirt being just a centimeter too small at worst when she tossed it on to relax but proudly showing off the rounded, semispherical swell of dark belly pushing out in front of her and lifting the hem halfway up her soft back
azure: grumbling to herself in between murmured burps as she tugs her tummy-clinging shorts down to let her packed middle hang over the hip-hugging elastic waistband for comfort and loosely brushes more food debris from her front
azure: as she waddles towards the kitchen for a post-meal post-dessert post-snack snack

azure: at that point its easier to just eat in the kitchen
azure: squinting through the darkness and giving a pained grumble any time her unwieldly midriff or bulging, flaring hips bump into anything from her waddling gait and sleepystuffed stupor
azure: grabbing whatever junk food isnt out of her limited height clearance and just cramming handfuls into her maw for the sake of eating
azure: leaning back against the counter with her stomach groaning and gurgling in slow digestion as more and more ends up crammed into the already full mass
azure: aided by a trip to the fridge that casts light on her moonlike middle and thick, pudgy form as well as a chill of admittedly soothing cold air against her warmly digesting blubber-insulated yet stretched and swollen gut
azure: before she turns sideways and reaches for a drink to chug down and maybe a few more little pastries

azure: until finally she hits her limit on comfortable stuffing, pushing the fridge door closed and taking a few moments to rest on her feet as all that food and drink settles a bit
azure: hand resting on her monumentally engorged midsection as it valiently attempts to process so much food in a slow, gassy procession
azure: her already round and heavy doughball of a tummy bloated up and out like an inflated balloon from the accumulations of her midnight snacking, no less soft and slightly squeezable but round and taut
azure: pushing out over the waistband of her shorts even further and sagging slightly under its own weight
azure: another comparatively small belch escaping her lips before she finds the fortitude to start a slow, heaving waddle towards her bed
azure: groaning and mumbling in sleepy agitation at herself for going so far as her stomach protests with every waddling step and light bob

azure: her only reprieve comes from when she finally gets to her bed and can crawl in
azure: mattress groaning a bit more than usual under the weight of her overfed self and a bit more gas being pushed out by the motions of her trying to get comfortable
azure: until she can finally shift and roll mostly onto her back and try to wiggle out of her clothes, dropping her shorts and stained shirt to leave her in her snug, blubber-squeezing undergarments for maximum comfort
azure: freckled expanse of skin no more evident than on the apex of her tanned mountain of a tummy as it rises and falls with every breath
azure: legs sprawled out and hands lazily moving to push into her upper stomach and coax out a bigger, louder belch fueled by what of her massive meal had already digested from her walk

azure: as she finally has the time to sleep off her meal her body also has the time to process all that caloric, mismatched junk food and take out
azure: weight settling in her stomach as she drifts in and out of an overfed sleep, belly's protesting gurgles and glorps growing deeper as the full orb works to soothe her lethargic, only slightly aching fullness
azure: warm and heavy and caught between a food coma and the feeling of being so huge and swollen, chubby hands almost subconsciously rubbing and pushing at her middle as she finds herself letting out frequent rumbles of gas that build up from her lazy digestion
azure: too tired and heavy to do anything but roll over slightly and give an indistinct yet displeased groan at her own long, loud flatulence and deep hitching belches

azure: and that is the story of how she spent an entire night lightly tossing and turning in bed, warm and disgruntled and three-quarters asleep
azure: digesting a full day's worth of delectable food and errant snacks, and dealing with needing an entire night spent nearly-naked in bed listening to her own beachball belly digest
azure: and how poorly and gassily her system took such a hot, motionless, prolonged process