Oh, don’t worry, I’m always more than willing to help eleviate my ‘messes’.
Doc grinned as her fingers softly dug into Rose’s stomach as she massaged it more than simply appreciated it. Her clawed hand however continued to tease the soft flesh, poking her sharp claws softly into the stuffed flesh in an effort to tease her fattened partner. Rose wasn’t the only one allowed to try and tease the other.
As Doc placed her head to Roses’s stomach, she listened intently to the gurgling mass she had put herself on. It was one of her favorite things to listen to a cute girl digest all the fattening goodness she just couldn’t help but eat. When Rose unleashed a large release of gas from her mouth, Doc happily took it head on as Rose made no effort to aim anywhere else, in fact Doc was much happier she didn’t.
I’m glad to hear that~. I’m always willing to help such a beautiful woman in discomfort. Especially one so willing to indulge me so much as well as being an inspiration.
Doc held herself up a bit as she remembered her own swollen gut straining against her costume. Slowly, Doc unbuttoned the front of her costume, exposing her own pale, stuffed belly to Rose witha sigh of relief. Smirking, Doc leaned forward to place her gut against Rose’s own to compare their sizes, Rose’s obviously dwarfing Doc’s.
I’d love to be as large as you, babe. But if you keep eating like this I don’t think I’ll ever catch up. Not that I’m complaining, it simply means we both will just be getting bigger~.
There was always a point in her immodest indulgences where coyness fell to the wayside, and while Rose was the sort to keep her composure under mounting abdominal pressure, the way the smaller girl’s candy packed gut pressed against her plush weight was as good an incentive as any to focus less on mental gymnastics and more on enjoying herself.
If Doc wanted to hear the prolonged noises of a habitual glutton digesting, then she was in the for long haul, because her blonde host intended to stay topped off. Those chocolate smudged, pudgy hands were already adjusting her outfit, tugging her robes further open as she leaned back into the comfortable sofa, with the fully parted costume only staying covered over her comparatively smaller but no less soft chest. Underneath, a thigh-gripping, stretched-out pair of black boyshorts was the only thing keeping her modest, and as her heavy thighs spread to make room for the bulging, bountiful belly spilling onto those immaculately soft legs, even her undergarments were only visible under the sides of her lavishly soft lovehandles.
If you’re intending to catch up, I think your determination would outweigh any starting advantage I might have. This was merely an incidental side effect of lifestyle choices, you know. Years spent in blissful indulgence versus your particular brand of fanatical intent is a bet I’d struggle to place under normal circumstances.
‘This’ being, well, all of her, Rose’s hand moving to slowly rub over the top of her fully exposed middle before reaching for more chocolate. The other hand lifted to Doc’s stomach, two fingers pressing into the underside of her firmly bloated belly and a thumb giving that swollen mound a pushing, circular rub, teasing the surface with a massaging motion as it pressed into her own physique.
Even with how much candy she’d crammed into her audibly gurgling stomach, Rose was only just moving on from savory snacking into intentional gorging, and the chocolate bars sliding past those plump, food-smeared lips were going down less for flavor and more so Rose could bask in the feeling of her warm cauldron of a gut straining and bulging just a bit more with every greedy swallow. With how blubbery she already was, there was still enough softness on her for Doc’s gut to sink in just a bit, the seer’s deep navel the only landmark on her supple, swollen stomach and the sound of glorping chocolate and small, breathy belches providing an audio backdrop to the feeling of laying against so much warm, exposed, utterly content girl.