Nothing but the soft susurrations of lapping ocean waves permeated the warm morning air. Muffin, a petite pink yoshi, yawned softly and cuddled up against the much larger, chubbier yoshi she was sleeping with. She was in Cliff’s home by the beach, nestled in his large bed, sleeping off a lovely lively night. Cliff, head on a pillow and chin over the smaller yoshi, smiled and was her big spoon that morning. As Muffin blinked awake, sinking against Cliff’s plush softness, she reminisced about last night’s activities. She still felt full too, and given the big yoshi’s girth that was hardly a surprise, a bulge still present in her lower abdomen. Sighing contently, Muffin continued thinking about last night, tail tip fidgeting some. Despite how stuffed she felt, the lingering thoughts guided her eyesight down to the foot of the bed. Muffin rolled her eyes, the big yoshi’s belly obscuring what should be a lovely view. So, the smaller yoshi squirmed out of Cliff’s affectionate embrace and nudged her head beyond his rising and falling stomach, to get a nice view of his package.

There his pink limp cock sat, nestled up against the sprawling belly, and under Cliff’s equally-limp tail. The big ballsac behind it only made Muffin lick her lips eagerly. She wanted more. Swaying her tail gently, the pink yoshi reached down and began fondling the limp member and balls, murring under her breath. Her own swaying tail teased against Cliff’s snout, whose dreams were rapidly shifting over to that of the yoshi he just had a great night with. He mumbled softly, the glasses-wearing yoshi’s legs and tail beginning to stir to life. Muffin yearned for his full length, and guided her tongue along a starting-to-throb cock tip, digits wrapped around the base and caressing. Cliff was aroused in both senses of the word, peeking his eyes open and dreams morphing into reality. Instead of cuddling Muffin, he had a face full of her tail, and the glistening wetness starting to ferment around her cloaca. “M-mornin’,” he stammered, all tiredness vanishing instantly.

“Mmm… mornin’, sweet stuff,” came Muffin’s reply. She started elbowing against his tubby gut. “Roll over would you? I’m hankering for a nice filling breakfast. And from the looks of it,” she quirked a grin, Cliff’s member in her grasp and fully erect, “you’re all set to give me some.”

Cliff, anticipating, obediently rolled onto his back and waited for Muffin to satisfy him at her leisure. She climbed aboard, straddling his doughy belly and sinking into the generous softness, legs on either side and butt sticking out beyond his chest. She wearily rested her chin down on the other end of his belly, scenting Cliff’s arousal and murring hotly. Cliff moaned weakly when the other yoshi’s tongue wrapped around his cock and squeezed, Muffin taking his length up into the mouth of his girlfriend of one evening. “O-oh… Nnnf…”  Cliff rolled his eyes and laid there, being serviced while given a lovely view of Muffin’s wet cloaca and rear end, tail swaying an inch back and forth above him. He heard the slurps and smacks of her mouth sliding down to the base of his cock, suckling with snout against his fondled ballsac, and dragging back up slowly with the tongue keeping a grip on the tip. Then she got into a slow, steady rhythm, her moans vibrating against his member. Cliff lost himself to the blowjob for a few moments, arms limp with him staring, dazed, up at the presented yoshi rear.

But Muffin was expecting the favor to be returned, of course. The female slipped off Cliff’s now-soaked, throbbing member. She kept it going with a paw gripped at the base, slipping it up and down his turgid malehood, but Cliff felt the sudden cooler air. “Are you going to keep me waiting all morning, big boy?” she purred, giving his cock a squeeze, eliciting a squeak. She slid back a fraction, lowering her swaying tail towards Cliff, angling the base of her rump right to his muzzle. “Go on then, Cliff. You must be craving breakfast too. Eat me up.”

Cliff froze, even as he felt Muffin’s mouth sink over his erection and once more began to blow him. He looked up to the gently-swaying pink tail. Indeed, it was morning, and Cliff wasn’t a yoshi who liked to skimp on breakfast. His belly gave a quiet grumble, too subtle for Muffin to pick up on. She paused upon hearing Cliff lick his lips, and smiled around the wide girth of his dick. “You got it,” Cliff replied, and opened his mouth wide. Muffin obediently sank her needy nethers back further still, expecting Cliff to wow her with that thick tongue of his.

Instead, the hungry yoshi flung his tongue out and coiled around the offered tail, covering her cloaca completely with the tip smacking the side of her thigh. Muffin just sank down to the base of Cliff’s member when she felt it. Cliff drooled a little, then dragged Muffin’s tail right into his yawning jaws, shutting them only when his muzzle pressed against the back of her thighs. “Clff?!” she exclaimed with her lips wrapped around his cock.

“Mmmrr…” GLRNK. A wave of panic overcame Muffin, feeling her tail swallowed down. Her mouth was yanked off the still-throbbing member as she was dragged backwards, legs and gut resting atop Cliff now with her tail and rear buried in his slurping, slavering jaws. “Cliff, don’t! Stop! Let me go!” In response Cliff’s tongue oozed out and wrapped around her upper thighs and belly, gulping while pulling them in next. Muffin squealed and reached desperately for that bobbing cock. It took a couple tries, missing with her left, but caught in her right. “D-d-don’t you want me t-to…” she tried, attempting to get the predatory yoshi off. But she’d slickened that shaft too well, and Cliff had decided she was to be her breakfast instead! He gulped thickly and Muffin felt her neck-bulging butt press against her chest. She cried out, the yoshi painfully bent around as the digits of her paw slipped right off Cliff’s shaft, it springing up straight and bobbing in the air. Cliff noisily GLP’d and GLK’d the protesting pink yoshi down, her pleas becoming screams when she felt her tail and rear end bundle up in Cliff’s stomach. 

“Cl-Cliff!” Muffin cried, when she was nothing but a head and single arm sticking out his his mouth, cheeks bulging with more of her. Cliff laid his head back against the pillow, smiled, and yawned his jaws open completely. His tongue got around her neck, turning her latest cry into a raspy squeaky wail, her eyes crossing and arm spasming. Mouth hanging open, Cliff ULRK’d loudly, Muffin’s shoulders slipping down a pulsating throat, her chin smacking his tongue base. He released his tongue grip, the pink yoshi heaving and managing one last “Don’t eat meee!” before she saw those smiling jaws close with a SQLCH. Her limp paw stuck out his lips, and she flickered and twisted it pathetically. Cliff took one glance at it, smirked, slurped it in, and swallowed the rest of Muffin down with a profound GLUCK!

Cliff loudly smacked his lips and slid backwards up into a more straight seating position, feeling more than seeing Muffin and her muffled squeals pile and slosh into his now-gurgling stomach. “Mmff!! MFFF–” CHRRRRGLE. Cliff rubbed at the sides of his much-wider, noisier belly now, Muffin within being dowsed in potent yoshi stomach acids. But with breakfast out of the way, Cliff was quickly reminded about other deeds gone unfinished. Muffin yiped when swayed and sloshed about as Cliff got into a more comfortable position, fully upright, tail and legs splayed on the bed, reaching down and around his yoshi-filled gut.

“Mmmr… Muffin, you were so great last night… and I was more than happy to eat you up,” he purred, gripping to his still-throbbing member and jerking himself off. Muffin wailed in terror, as loud as she could, just barely heard through Cliff’s thick yoshi hide. She felt a shove up under her prone cloaca and ass, it pressed to the bottom of the stomach wall, as Cliff massaged his nearly-bursting dick up against his soft underbelly. She only felt compacted more, especially as the walls of his stomach began to churn and force her into an even tighter position. The protruding bulge her butt and undertail provided one last ride to the yoshi that ate her alive. Cliff grunted and then let out a satisfied moan and squeezed his grasp tightly, full belly folding down and around his throbbing erection. His ballsac clenched and he felt a wad of cum pulsate through his cock.

SPLRT... SPRRRRRT, SPT SPLT… SPLUT. Cliff came hard, most of his shots making a mess out of his underbelly and tail between his legs. More leaked down over his massaging paw and twitching member, oozing over his balls. The white underside of his tail, limp between his legs, now sported several off-white streaks. “O-oooh…” Muffin didn’t feel any of it, only hearing the pleasured voice of Cliff riding out another orgasm all on his own. The stomach fluids rose and gurgled around her, leaving her to squeal and flail what little she could, to try and prevent the bigger yoshi from digesting her.

But, the fat yoshi ignored her. After relaxing a few minutes, he rolled out of bed, stomach swaying and sloshing in the motion, some seed dripping off a softening member and underbelly. He ducked out of his home to clean off in the ocean nearby, letting his belly rise and fall to the whims of the tides, while thinking about the lovely night – and morning – he just experienced.

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Dear Diary,
There’s nothing quite like breakfast in bed, is there? You wake up out of a good night’s sleep, and bam there’s your meal! This morning’s was particularly delicious. Mmm, just thinking about Muffin makes me think about… a lot of things, really. But suffice it to say that she was one tasty yoshi! I can’t stop licking my lips now that she’s on my mind again.

Know this isn’t a long entry but I have to go… do some laundry. Gotta clean up after such a fun filling breakfast, after all!