azure/anon femjohn/fatrose mutual gain fluffy drabble

anon: how would rose react to john eating enough to have a bigger bust than her?
anon: rose would always have the bigger butt.
anon: this is impossible to change.
anon: she is the undisputed queen of butts.
azureangelic: heh
azureangelic: the question is can john even outeat rose
anon: probably not!
azureangelic: he's always welcome to try but rose lalonde is both the queen of butts and the soverign of overeating :V
anon: true, but i'm sure she'd tease/encourage him to keep trying.
azureangelic: definitely
anon: and then, when they're both too full to move, rose lets him use her as a pillow.
anon: and she massages his overstuffed stomach.
azureangelic: she's nice like that
anon: of course, it's not like shes not getting anything out of it.
anon: she wants belly rubs, too.
azureangelic: but of course
azureangelic: it's only fair to treat a lady after she treats you to such a dinner
anon: and it's actually kind of mesmerizing for john. he wasn't expecting her stomach to be that soft, even after being filled. unlike his, which feel like he swallowed a basketball. of course, after the mutual belly rubs, rose suggests dessert and john doesn't even want to think about food. but she goads him on.
anon: "ugh, no, i don't want to eat anything else."
anon: "It's not cake, I assure you."
anon: "it's still more food!"
anon: "Ice cream, particularly this brand, is not "just good." It's meant to be savored, enjoyed. Like so.."
anon: and she very, very slowly takes a spoonful of ice cream and licks it off the spoon suggestively.
azureangelic: and before john can close his mouth from staring she just pops it in and oh god it actually is that good
anon: addictive good. once in a lifetime level good. it doesn't take long for him to convince himself that, sure, he can handle a little more.
anon: this excites rose for two reasons 1) EATING BUDDY and 2) she wants to see him grow too big for those clothes. she has her own set of woes ans she understands how much it sucks to have to replace them, but there's nothing quite like watching someone else round out of their clothing.
azureangelic: indeed

azureangelic: by the time the tub is half empty she has john lying against the side of her own full belly, his shirt on the floor, one hand rubbing and squeezing his rock-solid gut and the other scooping more ice cream to his lips

anon: she takes her time with it and john can't even really protest by this point. it's just that good. creamy and just the right texture. it practically begs to be eaten and he's obliging as best he can. rose, naturally, has something of a resilience to these sorts of things after so long. john? no resilience at all. she keeps scooping and he keeps trying to eat it.

azureangelic: even with her resistance she still sneaks a few bites of course, he stomach gurgling softly in protest, but it's nothing compared to the churning boulder that is john's midriff as she packs more and more cold sugary goodness into it

anon: john can't tell if he's in heaven or hell. on one hand, he's being fed the most delicious thing he's ever eaten nonstop by a girl he, frankly, thinks is hot. on the other, he's being fed the most delicious thing he's ever eaten nonstop and his stomach feels like it's going to explode. rose won't let that happen, though. she's seen the upper limits of the human body and she encourages john to take all he can.

azureangelic: eventually he reaches his limit and rose lets the mostly-empty tub of ice cream fall to the floor, by which point john is swollen and taut almost to the point of immobility, the gurgling and groans coming from his stomach sickly enough to warrant some concern, although they both know he's enjoying the food enough to make it all worthwhile, and rose is content to let him use her own stuffed tummy as a cushion while he digests

anon: the effort of eating and the soft gurgling coming from rose act as a sweet lullaby to end the night. being god tier affords a lot great things. practical immortality, special powers and a body that isn't just human. it's human shaped and does human things, but it's got the added advantage of being able to recover from quite a beating. so while his stomach stretches to get used to the extreme capacity and his body gets used to having so much in it, he passes out.
azureangelic: of course once he wakes up all the ice cream is digested and he's quite a bit chubbier than he remembers being

anon: no, not chubby. chubby would have been passed when he was at the halfway point of the tub. he's fat. and most of it has, predictably, gone to his boobs. Which, courtesy of his shirt not being anywhere nearby, are doing a fairly good job of letting him know they're going to need more room soon.
azureangelic: rose can't help but give him a bit of a snuggle to see just how much extra cushion he packed on overnight and is quite pleased with the results

anon: john eases into the hug, because rose hugs are actually pretty nice. he doesn't pull away as quickly as he probably should and it ends up being a sort of awkward attempt at pulling apart.

azureangelic: of course all the weight going to his tits puts him in the uncomfortably familiar zone of wearing a far-too-small bra, so rose wastes no time in removing it for his comfort

anon: she's just doing a service for her friend! besides, it's just girls so he shouldn't really make a big deal out of it.

anon: or, one girl, one guy stuck in a girl's body.
azureangelic: same difference really

anon: unfortunately, he didn't realize exactly how much heavier they were and he's stuck staring at his own chest, leaning this way and that as they swing back and forth, swollen sacks of fat sitting on top of a pudgey belly. no where near the monument that is rose's stomach, but it's a good start.

azureangelic: rose can tell he's still a little bit uncomfortable about his bareness so she decides to be a good friend and join him, reaching back with some effort and eventually managing to undo the clasp of her own bra with her plump fingers, letting her larger breasts rest atop her mountainous tummy with a content sigh

anon: of course that doesn't help him at all. it does make him feel weirdly comforted, though. he asks her if she's trying to show off to lighten the mood, finding himself...admiring how good she looks like this.

azureangelic: she just smirks in that oddly warm way and leans back, telling him she wanted to get in on the tasteful nudity party, and teasingly pointing out the way his eyes are looking her over and asking him if she's too much for him to handle

anon: and he looks away quickly, laughing to himself more than anything. of course she's not too much to handle. she's just the right amount of rose to handle. not that he's thinking about handling her. but he does warn her that she better be careful. if they keep eating like that together, she may not be the one with the bigger bra. he does mention that he probably couldn't catch up to her lower half though.

azureangelic: to which she reponds with a shifty glance and a blantantly-fakely-irritated remark on telling girls their butts look big, as it's certainly not going to get him any closer to handling her. that said she does toss him her bra, figuring he might actually want to cover up even if she's peronally content to be nude from the chest up

anon: and he puts it on, noting that it's kind of loose. he'd ask if she had anything smaller, but h saw how she filled this one out. as he slips it on, he grins at how comfortable it is and even jiggles his own chest around in the cups. it's hilarious to him how small they look in comparison. and, as if on cue, the moment he's done messing with them, his stomach growls and he reflexively puts a hand on it, feeling just how plush his tummy is now., he traces it and can feel it pudging out a good ways over his underwear.

azureangelic: she can't help but smile a bit at the sound, telling him he probably ought to get something to eat, assuming he isn't still tired of food from last night. she makes a motion to push herself onto her feet, the entire bed shaking in the process, and once she's standing upright she tugs her rube back over her shoulders to cover her breasts. as she turns back to john, her stomach suddenly erupts into a single deep, revebrating, surprisingly loud grumble, a slight blush crossing her face as she realizes how hungry she is as well

anon: smiling, john offers to do the cooking this time. he rushes to the kitchen, getting everything together, surprisingly light on his feet despite the added weight. another advantage of having the windy thing on your side. by the time rose catches up, he's already fuck deep in breakfast mode. pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, biscuits, omelettes, fruit. you name it, he's probably got it doing and he can't help but admire rose's kitchen.

azureangelic: rose settles for sitting down at the kitchen table, her rump spreading over the edges of the seat under her robe, and one hand idly rubs circles in her stomach in an attempt to quell it. the smell of the delicious food is enough to put her gut into overdrive, and john can easily hear the myraid of grumbling, groaning rumbles even while rose hums softly to herself and watches john work. she neglected to mention that she hadn't put on another bra, but somehow she doubted john would care too much.

anon: and he really doesn't. they're both prancing around half naked (well, he's prancing, she's sitting) and all he's got in mind is giving her a good breakfast to make up for the good time she gave him. aaand first up is super fluffy cinnamon vanilla waffles with some strawberry syrup globbed over it and a big fat dollop of whipped cream in the center. there are some actual strawberries around it for good measure. he's still busy getting the rest of the food together and basically just offers this little stack as something to tide her over until he's done.

azureangelic: picking up a fork, she begins to make quick work of the waffles, cutting small bites out with the edge of the fork before spearing them and lifting them to her plush lips. even though she takes the time to dab the waffle in any leftover syrup as well as fork the entire blob of whipped cream into her mouth, she finishes the stack in a surprisingly short amount of time, idly chewing on the last strawberry just as john finishes with the main course and licking a stray smear of cream from the corner of her mouth

anon: and what a main course it is. for each of them, two spinach, tomato and cheese omlettes, six sausage links, five slices of bacon, three pieces of toast, a glass of orange juice for them both that could have very well passed for a pitcher for anyone else, a regular glass of chocolate milk two fluffy cheese biscuits, two hash browns and a tiny bowl of cherries and an apple. on top of all this, john had his own serving of waffles, pointedly without whipped cream. without the sound of sizzling and popping from the kitchen equipment, you could easily hear his stomach making it's own protestations at being left empty. and once he's seated he doesn't waste any time in digging in. rose's influence on him is pretty obvious.

azureangelic: she gives him a warm smile and an appreciative nod, not wanting to interrupt his eating, before she turns to her own food, eyeing the entire platter hungrily before picking up her fork and digging in. despite the speed and ferocity of her eating, she still takes the time to carefully cut her food into pieces, and avoids spilling any of it. the toast is the first to go, shovelled into hew maw as fast as possible without crumbling into her bosom, and by the time she finished the second biscuit she had also devoured one hash brown and effortlessly drained the glass of milk. folding the bacon carefully, she popped each slice one by one into her mouth, savoring the crunch as she chewed and swallowed, before gulping down several mouthfuls of orange juice and beginning on the omelettes

anon: john was taking his cues from rose, not wanting to get a head of himself. even if he wanted, he couldn't keep up with how fast she was burning through this stuff, though. not without getting it all over him. so he takes the time to chew, swallow, cut and fold the food accordingly, only just now realizing how exquisite it was to sit here and gorge like this. he's downed everything save for the cherries, the milk, the apple, one biscuit and one omelette before he has to stop for a second, pressing on his stomach. and that's when he lets out a world class belch, having pushed at just the right angle, apparently. his glasses were even knocked askew in his surprise, so he has to fix those back into place. he laughs at himself, though, glad to feel that there's more room in his stomach for the rest of the spread now.

azureangelic: rose couldn't help but give an amused huff, reaching one flabby arm over to the sausages. before long they've vanished into her gut as well, followed by most of the juice and the remaining hashbrown. by this point, her stomach had gone from rumbling in hunger to gurgling in fullness, and she idly let her robes part, once again revealing her bare tits as well as the monster of a belly that had consumed most of john's handiwork. just looking at her it was clear that she had expanded significantly, thunder thighs parted slightly to accomodate her tummy, and as she reached one hand into the cherry bowl, deftly picking the stems off before cramming them all into her mouth at once and biting down, her engorged midriff gave a lurching bubbling sound, signifying she had nearly reached her limit. all it took was the last third of the juice and she was done, pushing away her empty plates and stretching one arm over her head with a content murmur

anon: john doesn't stretch. he just lies back, sighing and letting out another, much smaller burp. his hand reaches down to pat at his over engorged stomach, appearing as though he were in some advanced trimester. rose, on the other hand, could not be mistaken for pregnant at all. she was huge. and he found his eyes drawn to her belly again, her enormous soft thighs and the way her robe was barely containing her enormous rear. they'd pulverized enough food to feed 3 large families and all john could think was how nice the dull ache felt as he eyed the empty dishes. he smiled at rose, chuckling to himself, sending his own fat rippling. he mentioned how he felt like he could use a nap already or at least a lie down. it's with a grumble that he stands, pushing on his back only to further reinforce the pregnancy metaphor. as he waddles around the table, picking up the dishes to dump them in the sink, he keeps glancing at rose's exposed body, thinking he's being sneaky with his eyes. of course, it's not like he wasn't giving rose a show. he'd taken to wearing panties, on constant nagging from rose and one other light player and these panties were, (un?)fortunately not made to hold the wealth of rump flesh now within their confines. nowhere near rose's prodigious rear, like the rest of john, it had potential.

azureangelic: smilingly slightly at the sight of john's rump, rose decides to play as well, giving another pleased hum before gently calling to john and stretching one wobbling arm out to him, asking for some assistance in standing from the chair with a slight smile

anon: dumping the dishes off, john waddles over to her, slipping an arm under hers and lifting with grunt to get rose out of her chair. the poor seat lets out a noise of disapproval of it's own at the enormous burden lifted from it, as if chastising them for even thinking to let rose sit on it. john actually starts blushing when rose is standing at his side, he plush form pressing so warmly and invitingly against his. worse yet, he might actually be considering the possibility that, on top of being a girl, what if, just maybe he worked with rose. he vocalizes this idea in stutters and starts as they walk to the living room, john noticing the stragically placed candy bowls all over the place. what if, hypothetically, they both mde it their goal to be...bigger? softer? he couldn't think of the right word as he rotated his wrist, grasping for it as he helped rose sit down at the couch. he didn't really want to let go, so he fell with her onto the groaning furniture, making it seem as though he'd just lost his balance. (he's a terrible actor in this regard. it couldn't be more obvious he wanted to keep touching rose.)

azureangelic: rose simply opted to smite slightly as she waddled behind john, letting herself be tugged down to the sofa. when john fell, she made sure to keep a firm grasp on her wrist, so as to "accidentally" tug him onto her. with the exception of her belly, the entity of her body seemed to ripple and jiggle from the impact of her rump with the couch, and as he landed atop her there was a low, gurgling bubble from her gut. instinctively, she winced a bit, although she hardly minded, and as the two of them settled on the couch she put extra effort into making sure john's face collided with her pale cleavage.

anon: there were no complaints. john struggled a little, but the pillowey surface of rose's body proved a much greater pulling force than he thought. he sighed and slowly began massaging small circle into her stomach, closing his eyes as he listened to her breathing. and that's when e suggests it. they should get bigger together. opting to be the plushest ladies in the world.

azureangelic: rose stayed silent for a moment, feeling john's fingers on her gut, before gently tapping his shoulder. when he looked up, she gave a brief pause, before letting rip a low, brassy, earth-shattering belch, stirred up from the depths of her engorged gut by both the movement of waddling to the sofa, the impact of john's weight on her belly, and his idle rubbing. a second, equally deep yet decisively wtter belch followed, before she gave a sigh of relief and leaned back, peering down at john over her bare breasts and smiling with a curt nod

anon: john blinked in disbelief at how loud that burp was. he'd need to use the windy thing to make himself that loud and she'd done it without much provocation. he laughed. he wasn't sure at what, or who, but he knew he had to laugh at this whole thing. sitting down, her gargantuan ass made her taller. and it was like this that john knew he could be useful to her. and she could do the same for him. it would be a spiraling, rollercoaster of gluttony and he couldn't help but feel excited about it. excited enough to lean up and boldy plant a kiss on rose's lips. it was quick and chaste and when john pulled away he looked at her as though he were unsure what he did were entirely the right thing. so much so that he had to ask her if that was alright.

azureangelic: she didn't even need to respond, instead opting to pull john into a hug, pressing his body against hers tightly, although she had the decency to say that, yes, that was very alright, and while the notions of mutual gluttony were especially appealing, she doubted she would be moving from the counch anytime soon. patting her belly for emphasis, she opted to recline and let john become aquainted with her blubbery body, shrugging the robes from her shoulders to give him full unprivelaged access to the pale expanse of firm gurgling flesh that was her belly and the twin mounds that rested atop it. a raised eyebrow and a slight wink, as silly as they seemed coming from her, was the only signal she really needed to let john know of her approval of whatever he was undoubtibly planning to do to her softly churning stomach to follow up on his spontanious kiss

anon: it was another kiss, this time to her stomach. he massaged it carefully, pressing in places he felt pressure lightly and molding around spots that felt soft. her body was putty in his hands and his years of playing piano seemed to help make him a natural masseuse. he didn't stop there, though. he was devoted to making her stomach feel good, pressing, squeezing, kissing and nuzzling against it. he was determined to let rose have the first hand experience of someone who wouldn't just take care of her stomach, but worship it.

azureangelic: said worship was heaven to the blubbery girl, and she slumped back into the sofa, sticking her belly out as best she could to give john full access to it. his dexterous fingers squeezing and rubbing at the swollen moud was enough to cause her to moan softly in bliss, as well as frequently unleash lesser yet far more low and powerful belches than one would expect to come from her pert, feminine lips. her hand slid down over johns, giving it an affectionate squeeze, and she pulled him slightly closer, encouraging him to explore every nook and cranny of her body and become personally aquainted with her flab