azure/anon: flcl haruko/naoto gas/fart/wg/liqinflation/sex

anon: i just wanna draw tubby drunk harukos
azureangelic: i approve of those
azureangelic: (i still have to watch flcl oops)
anon: with servant boy naota
anon: aaa it's great you really should
azureangelic: especially since i already love panty/stocking and evangelion
anon: i could tell with the first one haha
anon: that panty/stocking lesbian thing was also p great

azureangelic: that and you can never go wrong with big bloated biker girls pulling their loyal shota butlers into crushing belly hugs and slurring out requests for more food in-between accidentally ripping thunderous belches in the poor kids face
azureangelic: and danke again~
anon: literally a perfect idea right there

azureangelic: as long as the sweat, gas and constant food intake doesnt bother him hes one or two realizations away from having his own self-heating blobby water pillow of a snuggletoy
azureangelic: since really when she's that fat and filled up with kegs of liqour the closest thing she can get to flirting is pulling him into her cushiony bosom and drumming on her taut, blorping belly to coax him into cuddles
anon: not enough strength to hit him with the bat either, most she can do is try to throw it
anon: and then end up huffing and puffing after
azureangelic: drunkenly missing by a mile

azureangelic: any sort of mutual enjoyment is usually deprived from naoto kneading and rubbing her sweaty balloon of a belly, fingers sliding over the stretched skin and around her dangerously-close-to-popping navel while she downs her umpteenth bottle of beer and belches noisily when he squeezes the sides of her gut experimentally

azureangelic: theres a point where her tummy stops being a doughy ball of blubber and starts being a straining, taut orb of sloshing booze and churning take-out, and she crosses said point on a quad-weekly basis
anon: and she does she just get insufferable
anon: whining and groaning for naota to get over there and rub her belly

azureangelic: he walks over and places a hand on the clammy surface of her exposed gut and he can actually feel the sloshing blorping bubbling contents shifting around as she hiccups loudly and gives a low belch that lets him smell the countless bottles of cheap beer she'd already downed

anon: she tries to keep him in place by wrapping her legs around him but her thighs are so thick all she can manage is a pincer
anon: thinkin of tubby little feet n toes
anon: all sweaty from bein' in those boots

azureangelic: when he slides out of her less-than-stellar grip she loudly demands he get her a fresh keg and a tube so she doesnt have to bother with bottles, and he obliges so she'll stay quiet and guzzle her beer while he tends to her red-tinged tummy

azureangelic: her toes are just the icing on the tubby, sweaty pound cake the rest of her makes up, belly coated in a glistening sheen and breasts dampened, face dripping with beads of fluid as naoto slowly hands her the small tube and she wastes no time in shoving it in her round face and sucking eagerly

anon: he can see the beer traveleing through her throat as she's drinking big gulps. her belly is quivering with each swallow and making the bunk bed creak more and more (the bottom bunk of course, she'd break the top one if she tried it)

anon: only stopping to release loud long belches that fill the air with the intoxcating smell of alcohol

azureangelic: naoto just kneels in front of her, both hands on her belly as it surges forward with every gulp, bulging further and further as he rubs what he can reach of the massive peach dome until she abruptly shifts her weight, spreading her legs and letting her gut droop off the bed as she leans forward, a loud, slow blorping accompanying the motion that sends her sweat-slick skin bumping against naoto's face and causes her already-shallow-and-strained belly button to cheekily pop outwards as if daring the blimp of a girl to finish off her keg

anon: naota has to get up on his knees and lean in to be able to reach the other of side of her overinflated ball of a belly
anon: it's red and tight, groaning
anon:  her face is just as red, her groaning interrupted by big and little burps
anon: beer dribbling down her chins and the side of her face

azureangelic: eventually she manages to do the seemingly impossible and finish off the entire keg, letitng the hose fall from her mouth as naoto sighs in relief; her gut is monsterously huge, low grumbles and squelches emanating from the overtaxed stomach, and he can feel the reddened, taut skin mere droplets away from bursting, the entire bloated mass sagging under its own weight; above, haruto herself gives a shaky sigh of contentness, leaning back and leaving naoto to lift her bulging tummy with both hands as she gives an incomprehensible slurred moan and an utterly titanic belch that the poor boy can smell all the way on the other side of her mountanious midriff

anon: she demands naota to lean into her face and pulls him into a big sloppy drunken smooch
anon: stopping only to let out another belch in his face again, dizzying him more and getting him drunk off of her fumes
anon: she grabs one his hands and moves it to grope one her big blobby tits

azureangelic: part of his squirming is from her grip, part is from her gas, part is from her kiss and part is frome the fact that he's leaning heavily on her already-overstrained gut, although the light-headedness is enough to make him squeeze her slick, flabby boob, feeling her gut blorp and wobble below him as he lets his free hand slide down the sweaty expanse of belly and poke at her navel absent-mindedly

anon: her belly groans and shakes threateningly but she tells him not to mind, she can take it. She suddenly pushes him away and pulls her shirt over him, trapping him between the fabric and her fat wet boobs. Of course she's not wearing a bra, and the sweat is hot and sticky.

azureangelic: all he can see, smell and feel is her, blinded by the faceful of soft flab he finds himself with and sliding against her bare, sweaty skin, rubbing against her bloated form to her drunken amusement; she pauses in suffocating him between her humid cleavage to rip a thunderous belch that lets him feel every wobble and shake of her body caused by the explosive release, and it takes him some time to realize his legs are squeezing her huge, blorping belly and inadventantly causing her to release her room-clearing eructions

anon: she shoves his head onto one of her boobs forces him to start sucking on her nipples
anon: he's trying to get out without disturbing her belly but has no such luck as it keeps groaning with every squeeze he makes with his legs
anon: which of course twigs compared to her soft thundrous thighs
anon: trying to cross together as this is going on, but they just bump together so she just curls her toes

azureangelic: she gives a drunken coo and asks naoto if hes giving her a belly massage, leaning back and lifting her massive, bloated arms to squish him in another sweaty hug, as all the motion seems to shake up her gut and cause it to creak and expand even further, much to naoto's alarm and haruko's delight

azureangelic: still its hard to do much about it when he's being smothered by the lardy biker and all but suckling at her meaty tits, hands trying to grab handfuls of her flesh but simply slipping from how sweaty she's become from all the action

anon: better to be pinned to the top of her than under her now. the sweat build-up from her under there's bad enough that she's almost stuck to the bed, and the gas from her stomach is starting to let out in loud stinking farts
anon: all the while naota is pleading with her saying "your belly's gonna blow!" and she just cackling as she smothers him in boob sweat

azureangelic: she just laughs and slaps the side of her gut, both of them feeling the loud, wet thump from the impact, and before he can react she slides him from her damp tits and starts smushig his face into her blimp-like belly, grinning and belching from the commotion

anon: everytime he looks up his face it wet sticky and his hair's a mess
anon: "I thought you URRP wanted me gone?" she teases as she forces him into it "You keep feeding me, YOU keep BRRRRAPP giving me beer, so YOU get to deal with it!" As she thrusts forward to let out another pungent fart she feels a poking into her belly from where naota's crotch is
anon: this is entirely too good

azureangelic: she glances down at him over her huge, glistening tits, and he responds with a dishevelled, wide-eyed stare in return, until she ruins the moment by belching loudly, breaking into a downright predatory grin, grabbing him by the hair and smacking his head against her huge, red, tight, glorping midriff, demanding he kiss it and lick it and farting in response to his predictable flailing
azureangelic: (im glad you think so~)

anon: he has no choice but to follow her command and frantically starts licking the sweat off her overbloating gut, hoping she'll fall asleep in a drunken stupor before she does anything else. half of it is out of fear and half of it is out of genuine want. the stench of her bo and belching is almost unbearable but the throbbing in his shorts is goading him on to keep satiating her

azureangelic: she spreads her legs to let him feel the wafting heat of her flatulence, and as he slides lower his tongue makes contact with her knob-like belly button, quite possibly the tautest, tightest spot on her behemoth of a belly; he's scared to so much as brush against it in fear she'll burst like a balloon, although he doesnt have much time to think aboit it before he finds himself being pulled back up onto her gut and coming face to face with the tummy's owner, eyes sparkling and licking her lips as she regains eye contact with the boy

anon: Her puffed chubby cheeks are flushed red as she grins at him. "If you're so worried about popping me, what'd you keep poking me with?" She grabs butt and tries to lightly shove it into her lower belly. He ends up forcing gurgles and glorping as the gas travels up and out her mouth in another beer belch.

azureangelic: his eyes gaze downwards and he gives a half-hearted "but you're so...full", only to be cut off by her gas; he can feel his rump bouncing up and down on her tummy and his hormones are battling desperately with his concern about hurting her, although before his mental in-fighting can finish she grabs his shoulders, spins him around and pulls him back-first next to her, crushing him into her sweaty side-boob and wrapping a flabby arm around his shoulders

anon: (erm, i can't think of anything good you go next)
azureangelic: she probably just starts pulling him into sweaty, smelly snuggles, rubbing against him and goading him into rubbing her alarmingly-distended gut
azureangelic: and making sure he has a front-row seat to her gas :V
anon: she'd probably just start grinding against him if her belly wasn't in the way
azureangelic: as it is he's dangerously close to being crushed under her tanker of a gut as it sways and wobbles

anon: smothering him with alcohol-scented kisses and giggling everytime it creaks
azureangelic: giving a low, sultry moan for naoto to help ease her tummy, bursting out laughing afterwards and lapsing into belching fits from the motion
azureangelic: by now the entire room smells like alcohol burps and flatulence and if he wasnt already tipsy and light-headed he certainly is now

anon: eventually he starts to forget what he's worried about and is absent-mindedly rubbing her stomach, trying to clear his head
anon: she tells him to start undressing and he obeys
azureangelic: of course he has to undress her as well, she's obviously too fat and bloated to do it herself
azureangelic: and the more sweat-soaked clothes he peels off the worst her body odor is

anon: After pulling off her top, he carefully moves her quivering belly to get at her pants and is hit with the farts that were stuck under her ass. he's a little apprehensive about peeling off her sweat-soaked panties, but shakes it off under the influence of her fumes.

azureangelic: finally she's left stark naked, coated in sweat and holding her belly in both arms whilst the rest of her gelatinous body wobbles and jiggles; with a hefty belch she looks up at naoto, smirking, and asks what he thinks, giving a silly little wink and thumping on her strained midriff

anon: he winces a little and then mutters, "cute". His body's hot and sticky too, but most of the sweat is her's that he's been swimming in. He's kneeling in front of her with his junk lying on on her belly, a few inches from her navel, throbbing and red.

azureangelic: she just murmurs in response, a slurred command escaping her damp lips followed by a monumental belch, before she drops her gut, the blimp-like belly bouncing of it's own accord for a few moments afterwards; making herself comfortable, she crosses her thick arms behind her head, gives him a sultry look, and tells him to take his best shot at her, belly gurgling and blorping in response

anon: He starts sliding his cock over her slick belly, mixing the sweat with his precum. he almost tries to poke her belly with it before stopping himself. between the drunken haze and his inexperience he starts caressing her gut with his whole self, moving up and down with ease.

anon: ah this was really great but i gotta go for a bit. I'll he back on later tho!
azureangelic: oh no thats fine im all distracted now too bluh