azure/anon fatrose/chubjohn wg/sex/bodyworship/feeding/etc

anon: <link> i don't think they meant for this to be roxy, but the resemblance is pretty good.
azureangelic: hm
azureangelic: indeed
azureangelic: nice shape too
anon: i think so.

anon: it appears wide rears run in the family.
azureangelic: wide rears and thunder thighs
anon: can't be helped! at least it provides good cushioning for all that time they spend sitting down and writing.
azureangelic: even if they found their writing chairs starting to pinch and squeeze those soft, warm hips more and more as they grew older
anon: well, they'd try not to notice.
anon: or blame it on the wood settling.
anon: maybe something's wrong with their jeans.
anon: even if all they wear is skirts half the time.
anon: and sometimes leggings.

azureangelic: sometimes it's just easier to try and stretch those leggings all the way up their expansive thighs and settle for reclining on the couch in a slightly too-small shirt that continually rides up to let their soft midriffs peek out as well as a thankfully comfortable pair of undergarments and thinly-stretched leggings

anon: they give up wearing bras entirely at some points, at least when no one is around. what's the point, anyway? they're just gifted with being naturally busty and it's not their fault they're cursed with these curves. the fact that it's mostly the band and not the cups that get too tight has nothing to do with it.

azureangelic: besides, with all the extra padding they've gained from such sedentary lifestyles they don't have to worry about chilly nips poking through their thin shirts thanks to their naturally warm and cozy states, although it does tend to get a bit tricky covering up such a wide amount of pale, doughy skin at night

anon: those t-shirts only cover up so much of their stomachs. they're more like makeshift cotton bras than anything, now, for all the good they do. it doesn't help that they've both taken to drinking some of the creamier and more calorie laden alcoholic beverages. rich, thick beers and mixed drinks that have lots of chocolate and the like. wine is nice, but sometimes you just need something a little more substantial.

azureangelic: its a little bit embarrassing at first, having the lower halves of their tummies poking out and jiggling at the slightest provocation, and they find themselves reflexively tugging down their straining shirts to try and keep their plush middles from the pleasant yet chilling breeze of the open window, but things become easier when they have someone to cuddle and share their body heat with, even if that someone tends to play with and teasingly blow raspberries into the exposed, sensitive mound of flub in rose's case

anon: having that certain someone compliment her on her figure constantly doesn't hurt, either. she gets spoiled rotten and she knows it.

azureangelic: it was bad enough on her figure when she was just lazing around writing and reading, but now that she's lazing around writing and reading while her partner bakes her alarming amounts of fattening baked goods and is more than happy to hand-feed her them as they lie in bed, mutually enjoying her heavy, warm body, it isn't surprising that she goes through another growth spurt

anon: he still makes her get up and go on walks with him, if only to keep her muscles capable of moving her around. being god tier helps, as that seems to make the process easier, but she can feel every ounce of herself jiggling and quaking and trying very hard to escape the constraints of whatever clothes she's managed to squeeze herself into. john never insists on yoga pants, but she knows he likes them and she practically pours herself into them for him, her legs looking like two very, very big sausages with the skin too tight and the meat inside too full.
anon: in short, new clothes are kind of something she needs.

azureangelic: it doesn't help that even their exercising tends to end in more food and body appreciation, a surprising amount of afternoons spent with rose lying on her belly in naught but a thankfully-sturdy sports bra and a pair of skintight yoga pants, while john puts those pianists' fingers to work kneading and massaging her soft, pliable back, occasionally stealing squeezes and pats of her enormous pants-straining booty, rubbing her exposed rolls and lovehandles, and teasingly fiddling with the strap on her tight bra as she mms and coos in appreciation

anon: it's not like john's escaping the damage, either. rose probably notices a bit of a pudge developing on him. his body isn't quite as solid as it was before (windy form not withstanding) and he most likely gets teased for it, but he's able to shut her up pretty quickly by kneading her stomach. she is right though. it's not going to stop any time, soon, though. so long as he's feeding her and even slightly taking part in that feeding, there's going to be some repercussions on his waist line.

azureangelic: granted, even that seems to enhance their relationship, as proven by the tingling sparks of pleasure they both feel whenever rose lies back and lets john crawl atop her to reach her round face and plump lips, teasing kisses turning into loving embrace as john rests his own plump form atop the wide, soft, pillowy mass of belly the shorter yet exponentially wider girl exposes for him, their bodies rubbing together and wobbling slightly as they both ignore the way their combined weight (mostly rose's, but still) causes the old, shoddy bed beneath them to creak and groan, in favor of basking in the other's presence and letting their hands wander one another's doughy form

anon: rose's gain is starting to slow down, though that may be because she's finally plateaued in her continual climb up the scale. her body is literally an immensely pear shaped expanse of jiggly pale flesh, topped by a very cherubic face. she's let her hair grow out a little and it frames that round visage quite nicely. john can barely keep his hands off her rotund form, slapping her ass in passing on occasion and giving lingering hugs and kisses when he can sneak up on her from behind and give her a squeeze. his own gut is minuscule in comparison to hers, but he's noticing that the skin to skin contact happens much sooner lately when he presses into her back during the times she wanders around in nothing but a sports bra. she says he might start needing one himself, but he doesn't seem to mind and she even goes in to cop a feel of her own, mentioning that he's still got a long way to go before he reaches what she has.

azureangelic: its hard enough keeping his hands off her massive, lusciously plump body, but its even harder averting his eyes, failing not to stare whenever they're out and about and the tubby girl finds her love handles brushing doorways or her enormous ass blubbing out of any chairs, or when they visit the local buffet and she very clearly puts on a bit of a show filling up that massive tummy for john's viewing pleasure, though to her credit she always makes sure to give him a more tangible reward later at home, be it not-so-subtly encouraging his greedily wandering hands to explore her rump or conveniently forgetting the soap when she gets in the too-small bathtub to treat him to the sight of her wet, soapy body squished into the porcelean wash, or even the time the bellyful of juicy meat and crisp vegetables she had downed a mere hour early put her in enough of an adventurously frisky mood to try to top in bed that night

azureangelic: (she still apologizes for the latter, even if john enjoyed it far, far more than he regretted the soreness)
anon: he lets her top more often after that. he's a god, he can take it.

azureangelic: her comparatively-diminutive height means it usually ends with john's head buried in her abyssal cleavage and his lower torso (and 'little john') lost beneath the veritable boulder of warm, godly-soft flesh that were her gigantic thighs and massive belly, but something about having his girlfriend's full weight bearing down on top of him and her very audible enjoyment of the scenario was exhilarating in more ways than one

azureangelic: he just has to convince her she isn't going to smash him into paste every time they do it (even if she's in denial about secretly enjoying the inferred dominance)

anon: john's much taller and much stronger in general, so the feeling of having someone like that brought to heel beneath her girth sets off a very primal enjoyment in a part of her brain. it's some of the best bed time fun they have, they're bellies slapping against each other in the process (though it's more like rose's move against john's. her stomach went beyond the ability to bounce off anything a long time ago without considerable effort and his isn't big enough to shake her off) on more than one occasion, she's almost certain a normal person would have suffocated, but his breath powers seem to give him an unlimited supply of oxygen. and make her feel lighter on top of that. not any less massive, just more mobile and capable of driving down on him from higher up without wearing herself out. they try it a different way, with her facing away from him and he can't deny that the sight of her rump bouncing up and down as she rides him relentlessly drives him absolutely mad with lust. every wave sent crashing through her ponderous rear just serves as another boost to his need for her.
anon: marathoning isn't uncommon.

azureangelic: its hardly a surprise when most of their "sessions" end with john's head finding itself beneath that massive, overbearingly wide rump, his perpetual self-oxygenation letting him lavish her from beneath as she grinds his torso against her rubbing thighs instinctively and bounces up and down atop his chest with every lick, chubby hands gripping her meaty breasts as she moans and gasps and bears down harder on him until finally she reaches the nth climax that night with a vocal keen and a wave of jiggling and wobbling befitting of her mountainous frame, slumping forward and letting her jelly bod settle atop her partner as he grins and rewards her for a job well done by gently giving her ass some tender care with his hands as it rests on his bare chest and wobbles with every touch

anon: he does, in fact, have one shirt that she puts on after these sessions to pretend at modesty, at least. it's one of his and it actually manages to cover her, sort of. they usually just cuddle until one or the other passes out. rose, like a very large cat, tends to curl up somehow against him, sprawled over him in a fashion that isn't uncomfortable at all. her plush body is like an extra warm pillow/blanket laid on top of him and he usually massages whatever part of her body he can reach until they both drift off.

azureangelic: she gets a tiny bit embarrassed at how touchy-feely she gets, usually in the morning after (old habits
die hard, after all), but it doesn't take long for his usual body worship and baking to break her out of her halfhearted attempt at pretending she isn't a massive (literally) ball of cuddling and a veritable black hole of affections
anon: he still teases her about being so affectionate when she tries so hard to seem like she's not.
azureangelic: one minute she's trying to be ~stern~ and ~calculating~ with her overly lengthy novel, but as soon as he puts those hands on her jelly belly she's all but whining for him to stay and massage her jiggly frame
anon: ESPECIALLY if she's had alcohol in her.
anon: when she gets tipsy, she's basically hanging all over him.

azureangelic: often times when they're home they'll heavily dilute any alcohol she drinks with enough calorie-rich extras to make sure she's full and heavy by the time she reaches her drunken state of affection, leaving john to kiss, rub and nuzzle her slightly swollen, sloshy bellyful of chocolate and booze and rose to keen, moan and whimper happily at her sensitively overfilled tummy getting the lavishing attention it's come to expect from her boyfriend

anon: and he doesn't skimp on it, either. he knows she likes to drink for fun, now and it's not a dependency thing, so it's much less frequent. she does it more out of just liking the feeling and the way it seems to enhance everything about his treatment of her, whether it be kind words or soft touches. she's actually quite proud of her hickies, thank you very much.

azureangelic: he's lucky he's a god, otherwise she'd have flattened him long ago with the way she practically begs to be coddled, engulfing him in her plush embrace and rolling about on the bed blissfully as he tends to every inch anf curve of her beautiful body, pinching her handles between his fingers and leaving trails of kissing up and down her torso and nibbling at her fat neck to draw out the more adorably sensual noises from the affectionately tipsy lady
azureangelic: it's silly in the most adorable and spine-tinglingly sensual way

anon: ((<link> unrelated))
azureangelic: (heh yeah i was contemplating linking it but didnt want to break the train of thought oops)
azureangelic: (still excellent~)
anon: it's okay, i think i'm done for now.
anon: time to get some sleep.