Otterly Indulgent

Your otter friend has been putting on a lot of weight during quarantine. She's always had a sweet tooth and once she started learning how to bake for herself, well, all bets (and belts) were off. She invited you over for a taste-testing today.

When you arrive your eyes bulge but can't match the efforts of her waistline. Her stretched tank audibly sloshes and glrks as she waddles back towards the kitchen with you in tow, her thick tail swinging merrily behind. The wrappers from dozens of cupcakes and a few remnants from multiple cakes litter the counters. She offers you a glazed tart, but you put it aside and tell her this has to stop! She laughs with a rueful smile and has to hug you from the side thanks to her belly.

"I know, I've been overdoing it on the sweets. That's actually the real reason why I invited you over. I realized I need to balance things back out with protein."

Your sigh of relief ends up puffing right into yawning otter-jaws as she casually pulls your face into her mouth. Slobber that smells and tastes like buttercream frosting smears over your head as webbed paws pin your arms to your sides, hot gullet-flesh irising over you, accepting you into slimy, slippery heat. Eager gulps drag you deeper at a terrifying rate!

It's just seconds before your chest is sliding past her lips and your head is sliding down into her stomach, getting mashed into a morass of soggy sponge cake, frosting, melted chocolate, and fruit fillings! You hold your breath as you're shoved deep, deep into the mess. Gradually as more of your body's squeezed in from above, your frame is pushed back up along the curve of the stomach and your head breaches the surface of the sugary swamp, affording you a gasp of hot dessert-scented air. Your shoes fall off, her tongue lassoing your feet in. One more slimy, slobber-soaked swallow and she's finished packing you away.  The slither and squelch sounds your body makes as it finishes plowing into all the desserts she's packed herself with make her eyes roll back in her head, paws clutching her enormous gut.

"Nngh, GUH! Yesssss. Salty, savory...just what I needed after all that. But," she giggles breathlessly, glorping as she waddles back to a couch and reclines, "I admit I did pick my sweetest friend for this."

You can be forgiven for not accepting the compliment graciously & the situation only gets stickier when she stuffs herself with a fat vibrator, moans & the constant gooshy churning of her belly filling your head. The only thing left now was to decide: struggle or sweet surrender?