azure/molly rp: panty/brief stuffing sex

molly: ok back
azureangelic: that was fast
molly: ye
azureangelic: i didnt even have to start talking about how tight his belt must have been getting
molly: fhwofhwofhf
molly: GHhghjgnh
molly: go on i f u please
azureangelic: i can see panty just not-so-subtly stockpiling cakes to feed him
azureangelic: she lies him down on the bed and starts ~seductively~ feeding him a slice of cake
azureangelic: before long she speeds up and he's kind of terrified because he doesnt know whats happening and if theyre going to sex and oh god more cake
molly: eat up geek boy
molly: //gets brick'd
azureangelic: he starts to get full and hes too nervous to say anything
azureangelic: and she just keeps getting more and more pastries
azureangelic: he hasnt even taken his clothes off meaning he's in his semi-tight green suit
azureangelic: she reaches down and pushes her hand on his tummy through his clothes and he realizes he's starting to get a bit swollen
azureangelic: but before he can argue theres more food in his mouth and he doesnt have much of a choice besides swallowing
azureangelic: before long he can feel his belt starting to strain slightly and when he tries to tell her to slow down she just cuts him off with a cup of cola
azureangelic: he swallows it and his tummy makes a queasy-sounding blurble
azureangelic: by the time the next few slices of cake are gone the belt is hurting his tummy, but he's just stammering and jittering and cant compose himself to get it off
azureangelic: panty just reaches down and slides her finger under the belt, feeling the pressure between the leather and his skin and causing more gurgling protests
azureangelic: as she presses more soft cake to his lips he realizes she isn't taking that belt off
azureangelic: after a bit his tummy is basically being constricted by the belt, and panty just gives a predatory grin as she shovels more and more cake into him
azureangelic: finally the sheer amount of food inside him causes the belt to give, the buckle giving out and causing it to snap off abruptly
azureangelic: at the same time his suit gives as well and splits open to reveal his bare stomach
azureangelic: she squeezes it with one hand, listening to the angry blorping and glurgling from his digestive system and licking her lips at the angry red line across it's surface from the belt
azureangelic: when he gives a pained, sickly belch, she's on him again, pushing herself closer to him and practically forcing a thick slab of chocolate-iced cake into his messy face
azureangelic: her weight on his stomach is only furthering the raging indigestion in his gut
azureangelic: finally the last piece of cake slips down his throat, and she leans back to look over him
azureangelic: his stomach is nearly rock-hard, skin taut over the sloshing swell of the poor boy's abused belly, and he hiccups uncontrollably in a ill-fated attempt to relieve the pressure
azureangelic: suddenly her hands is on him, palms running over and around his belly, squeezing the sides and patting the top, deep squelching and rumbling revebrating through his body and up his throat to manifest as short, meaty burps
azureangelic: taking advantage of his split suit, she tears it open further, exposing more of his skin
azureangelic: his tummy clearly a swollen, abrupt sphere forcing itself from his relatively lithe although slightly rounded body
azureangelic: she sheds her own underwear, ignoring his halfhearted protests, and hefts her own smaller figure atop his, lying her flat stomach against his bloated belly and aligning his slightly-erect shaft to her womanhood
azureangelic: he tries to stutter out in panic, about how he doesn't think he can physically handle intercourse without exploding, but she ignores him, leaning forward and licking icing from his cheeks
azureangelic: her weight causing sickly blorps and gurgles from his churning, aching gut
azureangelic: as she finally takes his length into herself, her lower abdomen against his warm, flushed skin, he fails to supress a painful burp and his breath begins to speed up, shallow and strained from the overwhelming pressure in his digestive system
azureangelic: the pressure in his loins doesn't help
azureangelic: on some level, he's aware of panty's cries of pleasure as she works herself up and down his dick, but he's blind to everything other than his belly, the raging indigestion resulting in a mixture of pain and relief with every squirming groan and low blorping squeal
azureangelic: on some level he resigns to his status as a swollen, food-laden sex toy for his lover, and as he blows a load from her rapid, expert work, one last rumbling hicurrp forces its way out his throat
azureangelic: (i think thats it?)
molly: (im probably gonan pass out after this)
azureangelic: if it helps aftersex cuddling is mostly reduced to her lying at his side roughly groping and squeezing his belly while whispering light teases in his ear
molly: ghfhgn
molly: ok this is def something you need to make a full fic out of one day
molly: because hot damn