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

femanon: im so sorry for your loss
femanon: on the bright side rose is unrelated to the zodiac
azure: technically rose dave and jade are all saggitarus
femanon: sh sh shhhh
azure: but the only astrological sign she needs are the unfathomable horrors beyond mankinds view and a glass of milk to go with them
azure: or four
femanon: thats a big ass--
femanon: a big glass
femanon: of milk
azure: she needs it to grow big and vaguely strong
femanon: good
femanon: but also an unfortunate side effect
femanon: its strangely magnetic to my hands
azure: at least it isnt hard to find yourself brushing up against that much width
femanon: its no ones fault
femanon: just...mass's
azure: that and the attitude of a girl entirely unconcerned which who or what she might end up inadvertently squished against slightly
femanon: that last ass touch was unintentional too
femanon: there was a localized earthquake and i just fell into it
azure: a totally incidental full-palmed squeeze to an asscheek three or four times as big as the hand sinking into it
femanon: it happens ms lalonde
azure: and only a scrutinizing side-glance in return
femanon: heh...heh...
azure: just because she spends most of her time in snug shorts only ten or fifteen pounds away from being unable to fully wrap around those soft, pillowy semispheres of ass doesnt mean shes ENTIRELY
expectant of attention to her rear
azure: just mostly
femanon: look i just drop a lot of pencils coincidentally whilst sitting on the small spot of couch thats left beside her
femanon: i dont glance at the ass while she kindly retrieves it
femanon: i dont
azure: no subtle glances to the way her rear is starting to bulge over the band of her shorts when she spreads those thick, thick thighs to bend down with only a little visible exertion
femanon: n-no sir
azure: nor the way her t-shirt is clearly starting to be just a little tight around her wide, round sides and swell of soft tummy

femanon: of course ill kindly cook for her for these small favors
femanon: its the best i can do
azure: who would turn down free meals being brought to them while they comfortably recline on their couch and eat at a pace leisurely yet appropriate for their appetite
azure: not her obviously
femanon: i totally cooked those huge pizza boxes that say corporate names
azure: fresh homemade delivery by the half dozen
femanon: j-just uh, do what you will to eat it all ms lalonde
femanon: did i say all
femanon: i mean uh
femanon: however much you wish
azure: slipping up around her is a very dangerous risk
the last thing anybody needs is pinpoint snarking on just how zealous you are in servitude over the savory demolition of another rich thick slice
femanon: that eyebrow raise slays me
azure: the casual, sharp eye contact over a crust vanishing into those thick lips
femanon: w-wasnt looking
azure: the not at all sincere "mmhm" as she leans back a little more, rear spread out behind her as her top visibly rides up just a tiny more more thanks to a pizza's worth of mass comfortably packed away
femanon: i-i dont mean to emphasize the point but i only look as long as i need or for uh
femanon: (unsubtle glance to chest)
femanon: conversation
azure: the only reason she cant really be described as busty is because her poor, soft, weighty chest is so eclipsed by the rest of her
femanon: i hope that works for my 'not a pervert' front
azure: but its more than enough to rest atop that thick middle as she leans over across the couch for the soda bottle, bare leg lifting a bit as a counterweight
femanon: all i can give back is a quick drawing-in of the breath as this momentous occasion in human history goes down
azure: there is obviously no need for silverware, not when she can eat the pizza form the box with her chubby hands and casually twist off the cap of the 2L bottle to hold it up in both hands and drink

femanon: 'S-SO UH YOU SURE DRINK A LOTTA THAT HAHA'
femanon: awkward levels rising
femanon:  critical mass
femanon: evacuate the plant its going nuclear
azure: her plant is too busy refueling with a good quarter of the bottle before she puts the top back on and sets it down by her feet, expression clearly coy at the meltdown occuring nearby
femanon: 'i um uh well i'
azure: just a perfectly nonchalant "Is something the matter?"  as she reaches for another slice, tilting her head back a bit to let it dangle into her maw and closes her eyes to savor the rapid process
femanon: 'you uh...nah'
azure: she just gives another one of those intent, brow-cocked glances, licking her lips and reaching for two more slices to hold in each hand and devour one after the other
femanon: 'um...you sure can uh, put a lot away'
azure: "That does tend to be a logical achievement attained through regular gluttonous self-indulgement, yes." who even needs subtlety: not the girl halfway through her second pizza and definitely feeling it
femanon: 'i-i wasnt callin ya fat'
azure: "I hadn't assumed it." she lifts more, pauses, lets her mouth loll open, and moves her slightly greasy hand to her gut to let out a rumbling belch, wincing a little yet sighing in relief and resuming
femanon: (awkward shifting in seat)
femanon: 'n-nice one ha...ha
azure: "Pardon me." her tone suggests its less an obligatory aftercomment and more a halfhearted utterance, but shes already replacing the freed up space with more rich, fattening pizza
femanon: 'i can uh, get another if youre hungry'
femanon: 'i mean make another!!'
azure: "You might need to stall your culinary expedience slightly." she's already on the last slice, openly rubbing her stomach with her other hand, and that pale semisphere of tummy is absolutely larger  than it was two pizzas ago, peeking out from her shirt as she lies back and digests and continues eating
femanon: 'you seem pretty eager to eat though. why should i dam the flood?'
azure: "The basin may need time to redistribute." theres a pause, half a slice left in her hand, and then another gassy, clearly full-sounding hhuuuurrp, open-throated and entirely shameless "Maybe not."
femanon: 'see, i kinda figured that would uh...yknow.'
femanon: 'people kinda eructate, thats the smart people word, right?'
femanon: 'eructate after a lot of food.'
azure: "It's a word for one possible result, yes." and there goes the rest of the slice, leaving her to give a content sigh and let her stomach push out further onto her lap, chubby toes curled a little
femanon: 'nice' is breathlessly whispered
azure: if there was any shame in her lounging after so much food in front of someone else it was long gone, especially when she idly tugged her rising shirt up a little more to expose her deep navel and rub along her own sides in slow, soothing motion, a small urrp puffing her chubby cheeks a bit

femanon: 'you want me to uh, rub it out?'
femanon: way too not-casual
azure: "And which amongst us would such an offer be benefiting?" there it is, that half expectant eyebrow motion, although she shrugs and gives a slightly beckoning nod
femanon: 'youuuu?'
femanon: 'you want a five page essay or a tummy rub?'
azure: "Let's go with the latter in the interest of not allowing your other 'culinary' works to go frigid."
femanon: 't-theyre uh...theyre delivery'
azure: "I know." she just gives a very, very slight smirk
femanon: 'i-i can cook!'
femanon: 'i just know you uh, like the greasier fare'
azure: "I'm glad I can count on some people to refrain from judging my personal tastes." speaking of grease, she's casually licking at her chubby fingers, double chin accuentated by her glancing down at them
femanon: 'i think you keep people like me around just for that fact'
azure: "That or their willingness to perform menial duties in the interest of servitude."
azure: "Speaking of, there appears to be a remarkable lack of soothing physical contact occuring between your hands and the fullest object in the room."
femanon: 'sorry sorry!!'
femanon: quickly hands rush to tummies to rub fervently
azure: theres an almost immediate slight groan of pleasure at the touch, the bloated butterball openly leaning back and pushing her stomach out into your hands, soft and supple and doughy and yet definitely full under all that pale pudge
femanon: 'i-i hope this isnt weird or too intimate or anything i swear this is as platonic as pie'
azure: "I believe the commonly-quoted saying is 'it's only as gay as you make it'. Feel free to reassert your platonic intentions, though, if that makes you feel more at ease."
femanon: 'p-please, miss, dont encourage me.'
azure: "Oh, of course. I shouldn't dare risk the notion of you waiting on me hand, foot and stomach being possibly perceived as non-platonic in any way." her stomach gurgles a bit, and she gives a wobbly hiccup
femanon: 'y-youre REALLY not helping to make me not be flustered at this'
azure: "Was that your goal? To immerse yourself in deeply flustering scenarios to overcome your inherent nervousness? I thought you just wanted to see another girl consume a fifth of her weight in take out."
azure: "For your own pleasures, that is."
femanon: 'i-i didnt want to get flustered!'
femanon: '...too much.'
azure: "I don't think you succeeded." those thick arms are lifted over her head in a stretch, and she slumps back a bit more, thighs spread and belly bulging between the hands squeezing and squishing its mass
azure: "And if you think you did, I only feel slight regret in asking you to move the next box closer, lest I interrupt your work with my own appetite."
femanon: 'y-youre not helping by being so...big and nonchalant!'
femanon: a scooch, despite all the resistance.
azure: "Should I be large and concerned? Gravid and repentant? Enormous and alarmed?" her head tilts a bit with a smirk as she reaches for the box, casually pulling out another slice and lifting it to her lip
femanon: 'youre just teasing me for your own...platonic amusement! you big platonic...b-big person!'
azure: she just raises a brow at the stuttered statement, pushing half a pizza slice into her wide-open mouth with one hand. "Sufh an eloquenfh accushafemenf."
femanon: 'i-i cant be mean about it.'
azure: she swallows heavily, shrugging "Not all of us possess the capacity for glacial needling, although I have to question whether you actually wish to be mean about it."
azure: her free hand adds to the rubbing, pushing on the top of her midriff and tugging her top up futher over that bloated belly
femanon: huffs, pressing hands harder into her stomach in the weakest bit of retaliation possible to try and elicit unwanted gas.
azure: that gets a more audible groan out of her, the contents of her stomach shifting a little under your shoving, and she belts out a thick, pizza-tasting oooorrrp, exhaling through her nose at the feeling
azure: "Oof. Did I strike a nerve?"
femanon: 'n-no! y-you...h-huge assed...p-poet!'
azure: "That started out an improvement, but devolved into a genuine compliment, both towards my linguistic capacities and my figure." she smirks a bit more openly, another slice of pizza being crammed into her already stretching and swollen middle
femanon: 'h-having a big ass isnt a compliment to MOST people!!'
femanon: somehow, thats supposed to be an insult and not an anthem saying 'im a chubby chaser'
azure: "No, it isn't. Nor is it a compliment coming from most others, save those who spend inordinate amounts of time ogling the bottoms of the former whilst groping them."
femanon: 'y-you allowed me to grope--rub your stomach!'
femanon: 'i cant stretch without touching some of your body, youre so large!'
azure: "I did. And I also expect you to continue, lest you wish to see any leftovers in your generosity. Idle physical contact never hurt anyone, lease of all those so eager to prolong it."
femanon: 'f-fine, fata...'
femanon: '...f-fat...
femanon: '...rose...'
azure: "You'll understand the nuances of aggression someday. In the mean time, pass me the soda."

femanon: in all the doormat-mustering in the world, its passed over
femanon: 'i-i hope you get gas.
azure: "Do you?" she tosses a glance, smirking a bit before opening the bottle and lifting it to chug with both hands in slow, easy, throat-bobbing gulps
femanon: 'i-i do, you...bloated captor.'
azure: rather than immediately respond, she lets a few moments pass before stopping, bottle now only a third full; her stomach churns a bit from the sugary influx, and she pauses to tuck her shirt under her breasts, fully exposing that tauter, rounder bulge of softness to the world, and reaching for another slice "Mmf, at this rate, I doubt you'll be particularly disappointed."
femanon: 'i-its not like im pleased if you do! i-its gross!'
azure: "Grosser than me making heady progress towards eating three entire pizzas? You hardly seemed bothered by my prior efforts at freeing up space." her stomach groans, freshly carbonated and even fuller
femanon: 'y-you sound like youre charging up.'
azure: "I hate to dispell years of playground knowledge and infantile rumoring, but contrary to the professed beliefs of many, girls do in fact fart. Particularly after thoroughly glutting themselves on soda and greasy foods. The possibility isn't one I'm concerning myself with."
femanon: 'im a girl too dork!!'
azure: "Excellent. That means less time explaining feminine nuances and more time allocating my oral cavity to more important matters." such as pizza, the half way mark being hit amidst a new wave of straining, toe-curling pressure in that gurgling gut
femanon: 'do you ever stop eating?'
femanon: 'or talking?'
femanon: 'or expelling gas?'
azure: "Eating? Absolutely. Talking? Not typically. Passing gas?" she pauses for a moment, stomach burbling "Well, sometimes. Not when I'm being induanted with carbonated drinks and processed cheese."
femanon: 'its natural cheese! i read it on the website!'
azure: "I'd rather judge my gut feeling over a corporate statement, no pun intended." theres a squelching rumble, and her hand presses to the side of her stomach "Could you put more effort into your duties?"
femanon: 's-shut up! i-im trying!'
femanon: more pushes and prods and rubs intended to embarrass her from the ensuing gaseous result.
azure: theres less give to her stomach, and the hands pressing and squeezing that enormously bloated swell finally manage to get things moving within, the telltale prolonged, ripping rumble of gas being pushed out from under the heavyweight blonde as she gives a groan; it's long, warm and only mostly muffled by her weight into the couch, but no less obvious, and her face only flushes a tiny bit
femanon: 'ha!!'
femanon: ''you CAN be embarrassed!'
azure: "If you consider hesitation a victory, I suppose I'll let you have it." she hiccups a little, deliberately bumping her assistant with one thick leg and picking up another slice of pizza
azure: "Though I should also be appreciative you're making room for more."

femanon: 'c-careful with that thing! youll knock me over! or crush me!'
azure: "That's hardly a bad outcome from my perspective. I don't think being beneath me would impede you from providing physical assistance. If anything, it might even be a motivational aspect."
femanon: '...s-shut up and try me.'
femanon: Deeefffinitely not trying to goad her into it.
azure: she raises a brow at that, before smirking devilishly "In that case, you can pull double duty by helping me up." her hand reaches out, expectant, and she only sits up a little thanks to her fullness
femanon: somehow not knowing where this is going, two thinner and smaller hands reach out to pick her up
azure: she's obviously not trying very hard, and the immediate effort just pulls her helper down against her bare front, that pale belly pushing back with its weight and fullness as she slowly hoists up
femanon: 'm-mmh...please...try a little harder...'
azure: "Be thankful I don't expect you to lift me under your own strength alone." still, she at least does, pushing with her legs until she's standing, size evident with her top pulled up over her bare belly
femanon: 'i-im not some circus strongwoman.'
femanon: 'what now? need the bathroom?'
azure: "Not quite. Could you get the box as well?" she nods slightly towards the couch behind her, rubbing over her own packed middle and giving a soft urp
femanon: 'uh...sure?'
femanon: and a deft little unsuspecting move over to get the box requested of her.
azure: as soon as the pieces are aligned she makes her move, lurching forward a bit to pin her helper to the couch in front of her, face to face and belly to much larger belly; its a position where even rose can loom over her, massive thighs and ass squashing the other girls lap and leaving her lower body smothered between sofa and huge, doughy, half-exposed blubbery girlbod
femanon: 'w-what the fuck!! y-ya tryna kill me?"
azure: "No, I'm 'trying you'." she smirked, weight settling as she idly picked up another piece of pizza "I'm sure such a position is hardly disadvantageous to someone as apt at providing relief as you are."
femanon: 'youre a real p-piece of work, you know that?'
femanon: '...youre lucky i like the concept of this so much...'
azure: "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you over this particularly argumentative stomach, and your undoubtedly initiating efforts to soothe it." she took a bite of pizza, straddling her helper and looking down her nose at them with a self-pleased expression on her fat face
femanon: 'i said i like it! there!'
azure: "There. Was that so hard?" she took a bite, letting her gurgling, overfed stomach smush up against the other "Consider your priveleged access to physical contact a retroactive award for this monumental admission, as achingly obvious as it was."
femanon: 'i never said i was a fan of mystery novels...' a bit of squirming. 'but are you sure i wont suffocate?'
azure: "Will you? If I'm too much for you to handle as a person, I might consider alleviating your burden in part. Perhaps if you continue your doting efforts in kind." its not a request, and those massively plush thighs squeeze together a bit in encouragement
femanon: 'mm...w-what if i have a condition too?'
azure: "I suppose I can hear it."
femanon: a unbelievably quiet whisper.
femanon: 'i liked your gas...'
azure: her smirk practically doubles at that, expression both self-satisfied and clearly devillish "Oh? Are my bodily functions not 'too gross' for tastes as dainty as your own?"
femanon: 'look, i aint exactly too feminine myself, okay!?'
azure: "In that case, a proposition: you continue to both facilitate and increase the possibility of additional pizza being eaten by myself, and I'll consider less hesitation regarding any ill-timed emissions on my part. That seems a mutually beneficial arrangement."
femanon: '...agreed, lalonde.'
femanon: '...can we still be in this position?'
femanon: that seems to come out in a genuinely beggarly tone.
azure: "It saves me the trouble of moving." she just smirked, leaning back just enough to give the girl under her bulk a tiny bit more wriggle room
femanon: and so the tiny, tiny stomach of the smaller one pooches out a little in relief.
azure: its barely even noticable to the crushingly heavy of the two, her hand reaching for more pizza to keep herself steadily grazing, lest her fullness catch up

femanon: Her guest works more at satisfying her gluttonous host, meanwhile drinking in with her greasy hands the folds and cellulite of her gravid stomach.
azure: that pale moon of stomach is already bloated and full, firmer upper swell pressing slightly more against her breasts, and yet the lowest curves and bulges of her middle are pure, pillowy, creamy blubber; her hands could easily mostly vanished under that gut, sinking into the soft, weighty underbelly of the glutton as its owner finally discarded her practically non-concealing top entirely, sitting atop her guest in only a purple bra and black shorts and practically looming over her as she ate, eyes closed and flabby arm hanging over her helper to steady on the back of the sofa
femanon: Boldness flooding her limbs, her helper more intimately feed the slice into her, tracing the pizza along until her fingers ghost-touched her lips, adding a faint tap to them as she grinned with red cheeks.
azure: the gesture was clearly appreciated, rose leaning down a bit to let that slice be pushed in, effortlessly taking in the slice bit by bit and allowing her thick lips to suckle the fingertip pushed against them momentarily; as the third box emptied, she groaned a bit in fullness, both hands coming to rest on her full stomach as she eyed the bottle of soda
femanon: Easily interpreting it, she grabs the soda and tips it to her massive mistress-of-sorts' lips.
azure: she just leans her head back a bit, letting the smaller girl hold the bottle to her lips and slowly powering through the last third of fizzing, sloshing, sugary fluid; a few moments after starting, one of her hands moves to hold the bottle, the other directing her guests other hand back to her belly, to rub and knead over the swelling mound as she pushed more and more fluid into her own middle
femanon: She obediently sloshes and squeezes her belly around, helping it to digest easier as she rests her head alongside it to hear all it's inner workings.
azure: with how full rose was the wobbling of her stomach was slow and unyielding, belly swaying and sloshing audibly with every push from a hand seemingly tiny against such an expanse of pale skin, and as her helper pressed her ear against that bulging gut, shed be able to hear a deep bubbling, thick and growling and ominous as it shifted down and out in a loud, long, unmuffled release of gas from
behind the still-chugging blonde, rose herself just moaning through the bottle in relief at her own uncouth display
femanon: 'ooohhhh yeah...'
femanon: She reaches around to get at her hips, kneading her lardy sides for increasing pleasure--for herself, not Rose.
azure: a few moments later the bottle finally fully drains into that sloshing, bubbling tanker of a gut, lowering from cola-dribbling lips as a wet, masculine belch rumbled out before the overfilled glutton could even respond properly; the groping to those massively wide hips tugged down her shorts just a bit, thinly-stretched yet comfortable panties visible above her gargantuan rump as she shuddered in shameless pleasure at the feeling of relief accompanying each unladylike expulsion

femanon: "Hoo! Where did those manners go? Down your gullet too?"
azure: "Says the girl grabbing another's ass." there's no malice in her tone, the blonde biting her lip not in embarrassment and more from just how full and swollen she was, wetly hiccurping and letting her full food and flab weight bore down on the other
femanon: "Says the girl with the great ass."
azure: "If you take great to mean literally sizable, it'll probably be greater once this is dealt with." her own hands rested on her stomach, breathing audible as she let her eyes half-lid from fullness and gave another damp, heaving, throaty belch
femanon: "Not that you mind."
azure: "Not that you seem to mind either." her hands slipped down to tug her own shorts down a bit in the front, freeing up a precious bit more space for her stomach, before another, only slightly smaller fart finally escaped the depths of her digestive system, powerful and rumbling from those enormous cheeks
femanon: Her assistant grabs her gut, shoving in to get more gas out.
femanon: "That's not allll you've got, I know it.
azure: theres more than a lot to shove, rose shuddering as her stomach was sloshed and kneaded, adding to the pressure of being so full and bloated, and she shifted atop her guest with a wobbling motion, arms lifting behind her head as she stretched and exposed herself more to the girl beneath her monumental mass "Mmmrgh, you can't rush such processes..."
femanon: "Or maybe I totally can, and you're just getting flustered at the idea of me leaking how gross you are in private."
azure: "I don't see why I should be afraid when I'm one movement from smothering you." she glanced down her nose at the other girl, smirking over her engorged middle and pillowy breasts, feeling her stomach groan and churn angrily and yet only shivering in pained pleasure at the feeling and hands on her tender, aching middle
femanon: "You'd never kill someone else, wouldja?"
femanon: A teasing smack of the stomach, and a smirk as she lightly planted her lips on her navel.
azure: "Would you sincerely be in a life-threatening situation were I to simplmmmhh." the smack had her toes curling a little, but the lips on her navel caused her to taper into a shuddering groan, the soft, sensitive indent still a bit ticklish even as the rest of her stomach groaned and churned against the other girls head "Enjoying yourself...?
femanon: "Are you?" She asks, smirking back up. Two could play at the 'smug smirk involving the sheer obesity in the situation' game.
femanon: Not many played the game at all.
azure: "Perhaps more than I'd like to admit. Which, in itself, I'm only confessing due to it being a mutual sentiment." she leaned forward, belly pressing against the others face as she looked down over her own corpulent figure, eyes a sharp violet contrasting her soft, pliable massiveness and letting her deliberately look down at her guest
femanon: "Mutual sentiment? Care to elaborate?"
azure: "Five minutes ago, you were a nervous mess at the mere notion of shamelessly delving into my physcality and habits. And yet now," she paused, the leaning motion causing her belly to slosh and resettle and another bassy belch to rumble out of her wet lips towards the other girl "Here you are."
femanon: "And you were reading like a nerd hours ago, and now you're a human...belch...fartmaker, person."
femanon: "I can't win all the nicknames, Rose."
azure: "I don't think you've won any of them." she was leaning over her, both bare, pillowy arms on the back of the couch as her weight half-hung under her and pushed the other girl into the sofa

femanon: She retreats back, surrounded on all sides by Rose's fat. "Oof, okay, I guess this is that suffocation we were talking about."
azure: "Is this too much?" her tone wasnt particularly concerned, a deliberate hint of snide teasing mingled in "If you're going to feed a girl, you should expect to have to handle more of her."
femanon: "Being a platonic feeding figure who gets to reap the rewards of the figure, yeah, that's acceptable. Craving something besides Italian food discs?"
azure: "I'm not sure. How much more do you think I can fit in here?" she tilted her head a bit coyly, one hand gingerly rubbing at her stomach "And how much more are you willing to push the matter?"
femanon: "I'll push it till you're letting out gas for a week, Lalonde. Don't test me."
azure: "In that case, start pushing. Literally and figuratively." slowly, she eased back up into a proper sitting position, belly audibly sloshing and lurching under her thick flab "I'll leave the dietary specifics to your refined tastes."
femanon: Her helper pushes as best she can, hands digging with all the might she can muster, hopping atop Rose's lap to half-straddle, half-hold herself close to rub her gut.
azure: there wasnt nearly enough lap to fit her with how much tummy was fighting the for space, but there was definitely more than enough to straddle, rose leaning back and grimacing only slightly at the extra pressure; switching positions had shaken up her carbonated stomach all over again, and she hiccuped forcefully enough to jostle the pale bust atop that stomach "Oogh, someone's grown eager."
femanon: "Grown? Well someone's grown fat. I /have/ seen photos of you before all this, yknow."
azure: rose opens her mouth to say something, only to pause at another thick bubbling in her middle beneath those groping hands; a moment later, she grunted heavily, pushing out the heaviest, deepest, loudest eruption of flatulence yet from her gargantuan bottom, a clear signal of her progressing digestion "Mmhhh...I'm glad you have a frame of reference for your personal fantasies."
femanon: "Personal? There's no way you haven't gained a smidgen of pleasure from all this hedonism."
femanon: An unsubtle lick of the lips as the eproctation rings out through the room. "Nice."
azure: "Are you implying you wouldn't enjoy being hand-fed, surrounded by fine food and physically pampered?" a much smaller yet still audible blast escaped from beneath her "And the sensation of relief."
femanon: "I admit I'd like to try it."
azure: her brow raised a bit at that, not in surprise so much as in teasing inquisition "Perhaps I'll consider that a future endeavor once you've dealt with your current affairs."
femanon: "Oh, a rewarddddd~?"
azure: "Do you require a reward beyond being permitted to be so hands-on?" another small urrlp escaped her lips, and she licked over them, looking up at the girl atop and against her bulk
femanon: "I'd certainly like it."
azure: "We'll see, then. For now, I believe you promised another comestible offering."

femanon: She sticks her tongue out and materializes the nearest fast food fare that Rose finds most palatable to start feeding fry-by-fry.
azure: if she wanted another reward shed have to do better than meager french fries, but Rose wasn't going to complain about something nice and easy to start working back to outright gorging; every fry was another bit of weight to her thankfully more settled and slightly digested stomach's contents, and she let her lips wetly rub against the fingers pushing them in
femanon: If Rose was expecting mercy, then that triple-decker bacon-and-cheese is going to be the exact opposite, as her feeder goes straight into the thick of things with an aggressive shoving-in of the food.
azure: the thought of having that entire burger packed into her already stretched stomach was *almost* daunting, but as it was pushed against her lips she opened as wide as she could regardless, taking a heavy bite of the morsel; a bit of cheese splurted out the opposite side, dropping onto her pale belly with a light splat, though the only response from the blonde was her eyes glancing up at the guest for a brief moment before she resumed trying to chew and swallow her way through the offering
femanon: "Hm hm, is that more your speed?"
femanon: She smooches her tummy again before shoving a cup of chili to her mouth and tipping the cup upwards.
azure: the kiss to her bare stomach was only slight respite, rose still chewing the last cheek-bulging mouthful of food when the chili was lifted, and for the first time since they began there was an actual reaction from her; her eyes scrunched up a little at the spiciness, even though she continued eating, and although a bit of sauce smeared onto her cheeks she managed to get through the cup before nodding expectantly at her drink
femanon: She tips up the remnants of Coke, giving them to her at the fastest rate she can, wanting to stuff her utterly.
azure: compared to everything else so far the coke goes down remarkable easily, rose draining it quickly and smoothly before giving a gurgling burp and leaning back a bit; her pale face was a bit more ruddy, and chili and cheese smeared her lips and chin a bit as she panted "If you...you're going to keep going, I hope you're prepared to -buurrp- double down on massages..."