azure/molly: kyoko/mami tea+cake bloating burping stuffing

mei: u should do more kyoko/sayaka stuff
azureangelic: i still need to actually watch madoka and figure them out
mei: do it
azureangelic: can sayaka cook
mei: uh
mei: i don't think so
mei: but mami can
mei: she makes cake and tea
azureangelic: i was going to say sayaka attempts to cook and fails horribly and kyoko is nice enough to eat the remains of what she cooked and the end result is terminal indigestion
mei: sounds hot

mei: but what about mami baking a bunch of stuff and leaving kyoko at her place alone and she ends up stuffing herself and guzzling tea and becomes an unrealistically bloated gurgly mess
azureangelic: this is good too

azureangelic: mami collects weird herbs and plants when shes in iridescent trippy acid witch dimension and tries to make tea out of them and when kyoko drinks the tea its just so fucking amazing and/or addictive she goes and drinks way way way too many pots of it as well as all of the biscuits and crumpets so when mami comes back she's just collapsed on the couch with her shirt ripping from trying to hold in her gut, the pliable foodstuffs withint failing to absorb enough of the hot water to keep from being sloshy and gurgling and kyoko just draining the last of the hot tea straight from the pot before discarding it with a steamy hot belch

mei: she doesnt even notice mami and absentmindedly stuffs her face with another piece of cake and gives a sloppy window-rattling belch and idly rubs her churning blurbling sloshing tummy
azureangelic: mami just sort of walks over utterly confused and sits down and puts a hand on her gut, instantly taken back by how hot and flushed it is, sticking straight out as kyoko slumps back in the couch and licks cake from her fingers, the overgorged overpressurized semi-spherical belly taking up most of her vision giving a sickly groaning cry for mercy, before the audible yet soft splooshing of the cake and the resultant sofa-shaking glurg-rumble from the unfathomable depths of her monsterous gut shakes her out of her tea trance and she acknowledges mami's presence with a sleepy hello and her cheeks puffing up to contain another gassy burst

mei: mami fans the air away which smells like steamy spices and confectionaries, tapping her fingers irritatedly on kyoko's overtaxed monumental tummy, and even the slightest of touching or prodding aids the red-haired girl in expelling another brassy gurgling belch, her breathing deep as her stomach tries to handle the load of bubbling tea and half-chewed cakes and biscuits, the sloshing and glurbling audible from all the way across the room, and mami sighs and asks her if she's just going to let the rest of the cake lie around since she already ate most of it, pointing to three whole delicious looking cakes drenched in icing and a few half eaten biscuits -- despite the size of kyoko's belly she knew her well enough that the bottomless pit of a gut could surely handle more and help her clean up while she's at it

azureangelic: kyoko just grins as best she can despite being unbelieveably engorged and tells her sure why not, idly picking at her teeth while mami steps around her stomach, which rests on the coffee table and threatens to break it under it's weight, to pick up an entire cake, sitting down next to kyoko with it and carefully lifting a slice to the redhead's chubby-looking face, rolling her eyes when the entire slice vanishes almost instantaniously. before she can get the next piece to the other girl, though, said girl lurches forward, shifting as much as she can under the weight of her tummy to get her head in mami's lap and start taking messy bites out of the confestion, her belly sliding off the table with a drawn-out slorching gloop and an all-new barrage of bubbling quaking rumbles as it almost-but-not-quite reaches the floor

mei: by the time it's all gone kyoko's face is covered in icing, bits of cake sticking to her chin which she sticks out her tongue to lick up, her belly giving massive blurgling noises, if you set your hand on her gut you could feel the copious bubbling inside; she looks up at mami to excitedly ask her to give her more but instead a breath-taking, gurgling, thunderous and room-shaking burp explodes from her mouth, hitting the blonde-girl straight in the face as kyoko leans back in relief while expelling not-as-powerful followup belches, belly continuing to emit concerningly loud bubbling sounds

azureangelic: as kyoko resettles herself on the arm of the couch, belly propped between her as she pounds her chest and forces out a string of low, brassy belches, mami reels back to the opposite side, coughing uncontrollably from the burp, although more due to the hot steaming air than the sugary-sweet smell. once she recollects herself, she shoots kyoko a less-than-menacing glare, to which the cake-addled girl responds with a toothy grin and a nod towards the rest of the cakes. still, mami decides to get back at kyoko, and she reaches across the plate-covered, slightly-crumpled table to grab another cake, lifting it over kyoko's gut and slowly lowering to her face when the blonde's serene expression suddenly turns mischevious and she shoves the entire miniature cake into her friend's face. icing and crumbs splatter all over her face, hair and chest, and once the shock wears off kyoko practically ravages the creamy cake, scarfing down everything she can reach with her arms and tongue and finishing with a triumphant glare and a slap of her belly, the latter resulting in another wet, sloppy, room-heating belch that mami can actually feel from her position leaning against the bloated girl, both from the air hitting her face and the vibrating glunking motion in the blimp-like belly

mei: i came holy shit
azureangelic: mission accomplished <3
mei: thank u it was beautiful
azureangelic: and i didnt even have to start talking about kyoko's bulk actually causing the couch to tip onto one side, throwing mami onto kyoko with a boobs-on-belly impact forceful enough to dislodge a megaton belch to put beer-swilling frat boys to shame
azureangelic: or how when the couch returns to its normal angle the reverse occurs, mami being abruptly crushed under a soft, unimaginably noise boulder of a belly as kyoko sheepishly glances down at her and takes the chance to let loose a few smaller yet more savory burps directly in the poor girl's face
mei: YESSS