azure/max gainer teasing/stuffing/bloating

Maxwell: bluh my hoodie is too small
azureangelic: maybe you're just too big :U
Maxwell: you're probably right :V
Maxwell: this thing was baggy when i got it
azureangelic: at least you filled it out nicely
Maxwell: i would show you a pic
Maxwell: but zipping it up again would involve getting up so i can get under my tummy
Maxwell: and frankly, i can't be arsed
azureangelic: pfft
azureangelic: yeah i dont blame you
azureangelic: tummy hauling is hard work
Maxwell: wrangling it is getting to be kind of awkward, my laptop's position is growing very gradually more tenuous.
azureangelic: maybe you should cut back on the sugar~ :V
Maxwell: neverrr.
azureangelic: i didnt think so

azureangelic: maybe you just need someone to help you get around then
Maxwell: hmmm perhaps
azureangelic: just find someone who doesnt mind taking a hands-on approach to helping a tubby overbloated doughboy waddle and jiggle around places
azureangelic: just lend a hand tugging your shirt down when it rises up over your wide bouncing midriff or redoing the fly on your jeans when your ass inevitably bursts the poor pants open
Maxwell: nnngh <3

azureangelic: and of course giving you chaste tummy rubs after you gorge yourself silly on fatty food to the point where you need to lean your gargantuan weight on them just to stand back up
Maxwell: and possibly helping me with said gorging beforehand, too, fetching and carrying plate after plate of food so i don't even have to shift my fat ass to eat

azureangelic: dutifully bringing more and more food to your plate, having to lean down to wipe any leftover sauce and juices from your round cheeks despite you being almost three or four times as wide as them, keeping up an amiable pace even as they interject playful teasing barbs into your conversation with every plateful of food about how you're making such a hog of yourself and how your fatassery is going to thretaen the structual stability of the booth soon and how they didnt think to bring a large tarp to replace your shirt
Maxwell: fffuuuuck <3

azureangelic: and of course at the end of it all bending down to wrap their arms around your plush moobs from behind, cheekily nuzzling your fat neck and coaxing you to eat just a little bit more dessert, even as the past seventeen little-bit-mores gurgle angrily beneath you and you're panting for air out of fullness
Maxwell: Maxwell whimpers

azureangelic: rewarding you by sliding their hands down your front and resting them on your taut, overstuffed, table-bumping belly and kneading just enough deep circles into the soft flesh to coax out a minute series of hiccups and burps to relieve some of the pressure

Maxwell: i eventually unleash a colossal belch as i've naturally been washing down the influx of fatty food with bottle after bottle of sugary, bubbly soda, leaving my bloated body quaking as a few other customers turn to stare

azureangelic: to which your generous caretaker snickers a bit and coos, slowly sliding their arms beneath your own massively bloated arms to try and ease you out of the tight space of the booth, your belly sloshing and quaking as they goat you into exhausting yourself from sloooowly shuffling your weight to the side until the tbale isnt digging into your midriff quite as much and they can begin to tug your rotund frame towards a standing position

Maxwell: i whine and complain about my bloated gut, trying to convince them to let me stay a little longer as i cannot be bothered to move. they coerce me regardless and i heave myself to my feet, panting and flushed from the effort of merely standing, after squeezing myself out of the booth

azureangelic: of course now that you're standing its apparent just how much you've blimped up, your belly hanging out as your shirt completely fails to cover the swollen, tender mass of blubber, and you can feel the eyes of most of the other patrons on you as your partner casually strolls around to your front, gripping a great handful of your exposed belly fat, and teases you about how hungry you must have been, knowing full well that you're too much of a not-so-little fatty to resist their offer of ice cream at home once you manage to waddle your way to the exit and try to cram yourself through the door

Maxwell: jfc
Maxwell: i came
Maxwell: thank
Maxwell: that was awesome
Maxwell: <3