azure/anon fatrose/john bodyworship fluff feeding weightgain

anon: <image>
azureangelic: cute~
anon: and, predictably, i'm imagining rose with that shape.
azureangelic: short and wide
azureangelic: and exceedingly huggable
anon: yes.
anon: i have no doubts about her butt matching her hips.

azureangelic: im picturing her sitting in front of john on their bed and lying against him and him just being comfortably pinned between the pillows and her weight
azureangelic: having to spread his legs to make room for her bulk and drumming his fingers on her enormous lovehandles
anon: he makes a piano beat against them.
anon: rose just sighs and nudges against him to stop.
anon: she's trying to read, stop trying to tickle her.

azureangelic: she leans back further and looks up at him and he looks down at her and its kind of hard because the angle means he's staring directly down at her wide cleavage and even wider belly beneath it

anon: he'd comment on appreciating the view, but isn't she supposed to be reading? she'd comment on how he obviously wants her attention. so he decides to help her out and read her book in dumb voices.

azureangelic: she does her best not to laugh and bumps him with her torso, flopping against him a bit to try to distract him from her novel and making her entire body jiggle

anon: that gets his attention and his hands wander from her love handles to her stomach, pressing gently in.

azureangelic: she's nice enough to give him ample room to do so, stretching and lying back and ignoring the way her old nightshirt completely fails to cover her tummy, john's fingers easily sinking into the pale flub and his arms brushing agains their own pillowy upper arms as she hums in appreciation at the attention

anon: it's not like it's a problem, anyway. the shirt is more like a little bra at this point and john's not going to complain about the easy access. he makes sure to start in slow circles, smooshing her belly up against the underside of her breasts to make them jiggle a bit and getting a kick out of it. honestly, he could (and has) spent literal hours touching her body.

azureangelic: once he starts going she decides that reading isnt going to get her anywhere at the moment and puts the book down, resting her head on his bare chest and slumping down until she's almost lying down again him, belly blubbing up and thighs pressed together tightly to fit them between john's stronger but much smaller legs, paying no attention to the familiar hint of arousal she could feel behind her as she squirms happily and sighs as his hands grope and squish her overfed torso

anon: sorry, i got distracted by thinking about a scenario where rose asks him to help her with a bra.
anon: anyway!
azureangelic: pfft
azureangelic: that probably happens a lot too
anon: they got to a certain size.
anon: and that was that.
azureangelic: it takes two people just to reach around her
anon: when john mentions that he can't quite get it, she tries to suck it in.
anon: that doesn't help, either.
anon: sorry, rose, time to go up again.

azureangelic: eventually they give up and he thanks him for his help and tells him to go get his breakfast
azureangelic: a few minutes later she comes down with knee-length shorts and a just-barely-loose top and a notable increase in bust jiggle
anon: he squeezes the poor syrup bottle in his hand and makes the top burst off.
anon: just like rose's looks like it's about to.

azureangelic: she just shrugs, smiles coyly and tells him they'll have to do some clothes shopping soon, before sitting down and digging into her typically enormous stack of pancakes
anon: yeah, sure, she can go about thing casually. she doesn't have to sit there consumed with lust.
anon: (not to his knowledge, anyway)

azureangelic: he gets lost in thought until she gives a soft hiccup and glances back up at him, automatically drawing his attention to her empty plate, the way she's licking syrup off her plump lips happily, and the small glob of stickiness she's dripped onto her chest and trickled down her top

anon: he smiles at her and points at his own chest in an attempt to indicate whereabouts the sliver of syrup has run to.
anon: "you have an intruder."

azureangelic: she just cocks an eyebrow, glances up at him and slides his chubby finger into her cleavage, causing her more than ample mammaries to bounce and wobble freely, unrestrained from any sort of bra, until she's content that the syrup is gone, afterwards standing up and stretching a bit, full of pancakes and content

anon: this is all probably what takes place before them lounging on the bed.
azureangelic: she's quite full to be fair so its probably not a surprise
anon: it inspired john to get as close to her as possible, just to watch her wobble.

azureangelic: just lying on her back on the bed, head lolling on the pillows and tummy gurgling softly beneath her shirt
azureangelic: john watching her laze and digest, her chest rising and falling every time she breathes and her thick arm lazily wrapped around him
anon: that's what he's there for, is to keep up the tummy massages helping her digestion.

azureangelic: there's more than enough thick, full, heavy, pancake-and-syrup-and-butter laden belly for him to work on idly, and she can't help but bit her lip and squirm a little as the feeling of him working away at her overfilled tummy

anon: he's not the type to whisper "you like that?" to her, since that feels really awkward, but he does make it point to kiss her wherever he can reach in intervals. rose has to admit at some point that she is spoiled as all get out.

azureangelic: a small part of her is aware of just how spoiled she is by her boyfriend, but she doesn't particularly care, especially when she's leaning her head up to press her soft, plump lips to his chin, lying against him and letting him rest his head on her enormous, pillowy-soft arm, shameless affection and blissful adorement of his work (both in supplying her the heavenly pancakes and massaging her enjoyably packed midriff) only interrupted when his constant squeezing, groping and kneading of her stomach causes her to give an abrupt and deep belch, blushing furiously and resisting the urge to bury her face in his chest when he can't help but chuckle at it

anon: it's become sort of common place for her to do that. he doesn't find it sexy or anything, but the following blushing and ridiculously cute behaviour make it endearing and it's fun to make her burp because of it. he does comment on being happy her burps smell like syrup, though.

azureangelic: she just blushes harder and swats at him in response
anon: he acts like the slap hurts, cringing and gripping at where she smacked him. fake pained noises and hissing as he rubs at himself and makes an exaggerated sad face.

azureangelic: rose just rolls her eyes and lies back, crossing her heavy arms under her equally heavy bust and giving him an incredulous look that only really serves to accentuate her rotund face and double chin

anon: he apologises, telling her he didn't mean to annoy her. the constant back and forth of who's the affectionate one goes in his favour as he nuzzles her and moves his hand to lock with hers.

azureangelic: as his fingers entwine with her much chubbier digits she gives an exaggerated sigh, telling him his apology is accepted with a playful smirk, rolling onto her side to lean against him and all but purring as he nuzzles her fat neck

anon: it doesn't stop at just nuzzling, john getting a little bolder and nibbling lightly at the chub swaddling her neck. his hand moves down to her hip, squeezing lightly.

azureangelic: her eyes fluttering closed, she decides to go ahead and let herself be pampered, draping one arm around his own sturdy torso and resting her bulk against him heavily without making any real effort to help his prying hands caress and reach her enormous hips

azureangelic: now im just picturing john using her as a pillow
anon: basically, yes.
anon: her size lends well to that.

azureangelic: just lying face down in her tummy, sinking into her flub and listening to her breathing and heartbeat and occasionally the soft gurgle of whatever he had cooked for dinner while she reads and idly strokes his hair

anon: this usually goes hand in hand with him playing whatever handheld he has nearby.
anon: she's too soft not to use as the perfect pillow.
azureangelic: and the longer they've been a couple the softer she seems to be
anon: the chub pile doesn't stop from getting taller.

azureangelic: some days she just gives up on covering it all and goes about the house in tight, elastic shorts and a sports bra
anon: there are days when she becomes acutely aware of it, such as in that picture, and her brain refuses to let her just go about her business.

azureangelic: she just realizes how heavy she is and how much she's bulging every which way and how she bounces and wobbles and ripples with each step
azureangelic: and its strange and intimidating and yet a tiny bit exciting

anon: in one part of her mind, she wants to hurry and find a way to get rid of it all.
anon: on the other hand...what if she got bigger?
azureangelic: just a few more inches
azureangelic: or another 20 pounds
anon: maybe she can pop this bra.
anon: maybe break the zipper on those pants.
anon: tear the seam on this shirt.

azureangelic: some days she wakes up and just wants to eat and eat and eat until her stomach sends the button on her pants flying across the room
azureangelic: or she'll be getting dressed and she'll hear the soft creaking of her shirt and feel shivers running down her spine
anon: it doesn't help that john seems to get turned on by all this.
anon: she doesn't understand how she can feel so sexy like this, but damn if he can keep his hands off of her.

azureangelic: even when she's wearing a button-up shirt thats clinging to dear life and her ass is seriously threatening to ruin her underwear the way he lavishes every inch of her plush body with his hands and face just makes her feel like a veritable goddess, and sometimes she just wants nothing more than to be squeezed and rubbed and massaged
anon: which he delivers on, every chance he gets.

azureangelic: maybe one night she just feels so "lustful" about it, for lack of a better word, that she digs out the oldest, tightest clothes she has and asks him to cook at much as he can for her, practically giddy on the inside about the thought of busting out of her clothes
anon: and boy does she.
anon: when she comes down to be fed, she looks like she had to pour herself into her clothes.

azureangelic: her shorts barely managing to stay closed and her underwear all but skintight beneath them, shirt refusing to go any lower than her belly button, thick arms straining the sleeves and enormous bust so tightly trapped in the dual layers of her top and bra that he can see the latter clear as day

anon: if the neckline of that shirt were any lower, she's be bulging out of the top of it. she keeps having to tug the shirt down and the shorts up. he can see her panty line so clearly, she may as well not even be wearing shorts.

azureangelic: she sloooowly eases herself down onto her seat, hearing said shorts groan audibly, and gives a nervous yet mutedly excited sigh, glancing up at him and licking her lips at the food he had prepared
anon: he's cooked a lot, too.
anon: she probably hasn't seen a feast this big since the last super big stuffing session.
anon: there's all manner of food, mostly her favorites.
azureangelic: and yet she still manages to get lost in the incredible tastes and flavors, eating every morsel fed to her until she suddenly becomes aware of the increasing strain on her clothes

anon: her pants are actually creaking and if you listen, you can hear the distinct sound of popping stitches in her shirt and bra. her shirts doesn't even go down to her belly button anymore.

azureangelic: she cant help but press her thighs together from arousal, and when he pauses to ask if she's doing ok she nods a bit too quickly and opens up for more

anon: he just shrugs and keeps bringing more plates to her. she can still feed herself and it's usually not until she starts to slow down that he helps. normally, he can see her slowing down pretty quickly, but she seems bound and determined to eat more and more.

azureangelic: eventually she raises a hand, her belly desperately arguing for a break from the nonstop feeding, and she slowly, shakily stands back up to let john look her over; it's obvious that her clothes are nearing their end, seams popping and threats snapping all over, and as she turns to face him with a deeply luminescent blush and a bit lower lip, the fly of her pants suddenly bursts open, button clattering to the floor and rolling away and exposing the front of her skintight, somewhat wet undergarments

anon: that's where john has to raise an eyebrow. he knew she was into the massages and stuff afterwards, but he didn't think she was into this part of it.
anon: "is uh...is this turning you on?"

azureangelic: she just looks down without responding, squirming slightly, not entirely sure how to respond, before eventually settling back down and reaching for the next plate, trying to ignore both her flushed face and the (most likely positive) looks from her boyfriend

anon: they're positive alright. he makes sure to grab the button to her shorts, though, and sits down next to her as she eats, idly spinning the button as he glances up at her. another few snaps signifies her shirt is getting read to go.

azureangelic: she's so full she almost doesn't realize her shirt is tearing, but as she places the plate back down and pants, she can feel the seams stretching more and more with every breath she takes, rising chest finally succeeding in audibly ripping a visible hole under her arm and causing her pale, doughy blubber to squish out; when she lifts her arm slightly to try and see, the tear only widens, and she very visibly grinds her thick thighs together at the realization that she's gorged herself out of her own clothes

anon: the bra actually gave out a long time ago. it's being held in place by her chub and the pressure she places against the chair where she sits.
anon: it's literally just hanging there.

azureangelic: before long the shirt's frayed and full of holes, burst seams and torn hems, and she has to take a few moments to catch her breath and rest a hand on her swollen, overfilled midriff before looking up at john and asking him to help peel off the clinging fabric

anon: of course, he's more than happy to oblige. she's practically exploding out of her clothes, he may as well help her along a little. he's strong enough to tear the few threads that are holding off with no trouble. though, he does tease her, saying her rather likes the view.

azureangelic: between the thrill of having shredded her clothes and the euphoria from being so overstuffed she can't help but giggle a bit, swaying slightly to let him see her bountiful curves, only for the motion to cause her bra to simply fall off of her chest, fully exposing her breasts; still, even that can't dampen her spirits, and as she turns around and makes her way to the couch to get a bit more comfortable, nodding toward it to signal john to bring the rest of the food, she hopes he catches an eyeful of her ass as it struggles to free itself from the painfully tight confines of her shorts