azure/missus: mini dawn/cynthia wg burping stuffing

Missuscupcake: cynthia/dawn?
azureangelic: ooh
azureangelic: yes i can see this working very well
Missuscupcake: haha

Missuscupcake: i mean, come on... how can you not imagine cynthia staring at dawn's bubble butt?
azureangelic: only because she needs to scope out the way her five-meal-a-day "training regiment" upgraded her once-flat posterier to a five-star skirt-raising meaty pair of pale moons that jiggle and wobble whenever she walks along, hands idly reaching backwards to adjust her overly-stretched pink panties in the hopes that her mentor-slash-lover wouldn't notice the way her plush rump bounced out of the too-small garment

Missuscupcake: and of course, that wouldn't even be the best part. sure, cynthia enjoyed watching dawn walk away from her just to watch the girl's titanic rear jiggle, but one of the best things is watching dawn run towards her. what was once a petite, lightly muscled girl, hardened from her pokemon journey, dawn is now a delightfully soft mass punctuated by perfectly rounded hips and a pair of breasts that swung heavily with each step. whenever dawn runs towards cynthia, the blonde always tries to catch her, but they almost always end up falling to the ground together from the offset of weight
Missuscupcake: ((what's that, missu? you don't like fatties? pssshaw))

azureangelic: cynthia still remembers the early days, when dawn was still a lithe young trainer, how they would date at ice cream parlours and snack buffets and how dawn would take refuge from the crisp night air in cynthia's omnipresent cloak, lightly burping as she tried to subtly knead her aching gut

azureangelic: now, though, cynthia would be hard-pressed to fit the bubbly girl into her coattails let alone wrap her up snugly, dawn's universally-tight tank top riding up the warm, round muffin top of a belly after every meal, her puffy gut gurgling noisily as she stifled a lewd belch with one ematy fist and leaned further into the champion's side, round face lolling against cynthia's none-too-modest bust as she felt a gloved hand grip and squeeze at her flabby rolls and taut stomach, exhibiting the usually-restrained greedy side of the master trainer that only ever surfaced when dawn found herself waddling about with too much blubbery skin showing

azureangelic: (shit i accidentally a fluff?)
Missuscupcake: ((haha what XD you of all people XDD))
azureangelic: (way to go you caught me in one of my productive moods)
Missuscupcake: (beautiful~)

Missuscupcake: cynthia's favorite thing to do, even still, is get dawn impossibly full like this. she would grip and shake at dawn's overtaxed belly, hearing it gurgle and whine loudly at the disturbance. of course, shaking the younger woman's stomach served to jiggle her massive tits as well, and the combination of her stomach being tormented and her breasts thudding against her own rib cage served in forcing up more belches.

azureangelic: the bigger dawn got the less she seemed to mind such activities, her growing belly slowly giving cynthia more to love and more to grab, until the day came that she could dig both hands into the taut, meaty sphere of dawn's well-fed tummy, licking her lips as she felt a year's worth of time and effort ooze between her fingers and wobble uncontrollably; she couldn't help herself, kneeling down in front of the panting, well-stuffed yet content coordinater and pressing her head against the upper curve of dawn's shirt-rending gut, hearing the squelching bubbles and blorping groans of her gaseous indigestion forced up between the delectable, cup-overflowing breasts until a loud, grumbling, deep belch rolled from her pampered girlfriend's plump lips and she basked in the unashamed gluttony she had inspired in the young girl