Pot Belly Long Brew


Written by Septia.


“Ding ding, got your deliver of ten, full stuffed bun-chows,” the delivery boy announced as Kilen opened the door, “some party you must be having in there to warrant all this grub. Hey, mind if I join in?” 
	“S-sure thing,” Kilen said, his hair concealing a bead of sweat, “the more the merrier,” he continued as the spry man entered, in the next moment dropping his delivery to the ground when Kilen caught him in a choke hold. 


'Let's go all out, it is the best way to give miss pot what she wants, what better way to celebrate moving in with my girlfriend than giving you the feast of your life?' Kilen thought, remembering how enthusiastic he had sounded, how much vigour was in his tone – and that is after a god few days of the idea boiling in his mind. It had just erupted all at once. He'd been as surprised as Blith at his candour. He brushed pierogi cartons out of his path with his foot, lugging the delivery boy behind him, masking his nervousness behind a smile as she peered to the cough. 
	-Ghlmmph- -Oompmgpsl- Blith guzzled down the flailing buttocks of the first ‘former’ deliver girl, lips wrapped snug over the tubby frame, splaying up the skirt to form a the guise of flowerpetals around her lips. The splayed skirt framed the bulbous booty orbs going down her jaw. 
	“Ammgs, amwmpgmm, mmg,” Blith moaned out between hasty breath, her fingers fondling her stomach, pinching along the morphing protrusions of the her meal's head. Handprints surfaced across her constrained tummy rustling her midsection; a fleshy burlap sack trapping a rabid racoon.
	The couch was a battlefield of former pierogi and calzones, some mercifully gobbled down whole – with their packaging. Yet others laid strewn about with haphazard bites and handfuls gorged out of them, tomato stains speckled the furniture. Streaks of tomato juice clued in where her grubby palms had ventured; juices trails converging around her stomachs, hair, and chest – where the sticky fluids matted the fabric taut to her curves. 
	“Phhawn?” Blith asked with her mouth full, in her brief pause Kilen could see just how much of her movement was caused by the thrashing of the trapped girl, bobbing Blith's abdomen and scooching her to and fro on the couch. 
	“D-Delivery is here,” Kilen exclaimed, his voice cracking at the last syllable, “I'll tie him up so-.” 
	“Mmfpwh monw,” Blith wagged her finger, and gestured to the ass in her maw. She reeled her palms back and slammed them into the exposed cheeks -Smcmmthc-, a gush of toamto nectar splattered from the moist buns. The spank cramming the ham into her maw was echoed by a -Ghrsllplgsh- grumble roaring down her distended gullet – the pulse of a sewage pipe pumping in reverse. 
	Getting the hint, Kilen paved his palms ion hers, rubbing down tat the girl's booty as the buns compacted down the glutton's gob, folding in the cheeks and aiding Blith in scoffing down the bothersome meal. 
	“Mmf, smpphg, mmaa, moawr.” Blith grumbled as her lips morphed over the girls thighs, tongue sneaking a lick from Kilen's palms. Their eyes met, Kilen reflecting on the visage: a bronze skinned beauty with tattered yellow ponytails, painted orange by grease and pierogi, half her face obscured around the wiggling hips of woman reduced to the first course of her feast, and eyes that sparkled with lust. This was the woman he loved, despite her being callous when it came to her diet, he wanted to be there to make it happen, to make her happy. 
	-Cllmgp- Kilen snapped back to the moment when Blith hauled his arms out of her maw. “Mmfpta, mmawao.” She mumbled around the thighs, clamping down on the legs and -Ghmmpglsh- swallowing to clear some air in her throat, the constrained bloats wedging down her neck. “Moars, Miss pot's still shtawvingmfms, thas a hunky beefchake,” she mumbled at the sight of the delieryboy. 
	Kilen hoisted the man's bare feet up to her, waiting for her to swallow, but Blith wouldn't wait. She lunged at the legs soles, first meal flailing out her maw like the tusks of a mountain troll, -Hammmaotn- Ammgoshp- Blith stuffed the man's legs don her pit, grasping and tugging on haul him down, as if she only had been stuffing her face with candy before her parent's could come and take it away. -Ghrullmpgh- With the man's crotch dipping down her precipice, her gullet engorged beach ball girth, skin crumpled and clasped around the outlines of her two meals twisting down her maw. 
	“Mama, ahawmfm, ooh yeah,” she mumbled, slobber drenching her drenching her jaw and neck in glistening stripes. She swallowed with aching joy, a handlenght of her meal sinking down her depths by the gulp, hands plying her engorged throat with kneads and massages to ease the venture of her catch down to her cauldron. 
	The sight had Kilen stunned, he was intimately familiar with her hunger, at least he had thought so, but this displaced, her stomach was swelling with the addition of distending lumps jabbing from within, -Ghrlslplgsh- paste bubbling as the commotion stirred up inside, her gut already swollen out to engulf her lap, teetering at the edge of her knees as she downed the pair of longpigs. Droplets of drool and grease trailed won her frame. Paths of salivate forged by the influx of bumps and silhouettes framing over the stomach, -Chghrslltsh- Miss pot was growling, shifting with the guise of a viscous liquid, and swelling like a marshmallow in the microwave. 


-Shhrlslps- Mwmpth, -Smmpgsh- 
	“Mmfwamf, hhoury, ghoow, youh, scrumptious beefcake,” Blith mumbled while her lips wrapped up the deliveryboy's face, his eyes flicking open just as they aperture of flesh sealed him, reducing his incoming struggle to a sequential bloating of Blith's cheeks. The glutton delighting in the quivers of spanning down her spine, before his struggles transferred down her gullet. The woman's neck swollen broad and thick as a pumpkin wedge. The skin flattening, gradually bulldozing the head down along her neck, sinking t below her chest, where her breasts confused the sight of the lump -Bltlshs- her stomach creaked and bobbed, contorted around the pair, their struggled hampered by their contorted poses. 
	“Mmg, ha, mm,” -Bhruuaaalllprh- Blith welcomed the gale of gullet breath flooding out her parted lips, a torrent of saliva slime and specks of unchewed dough splattering garnishing her bloated frame. 
	“Phahaa, Ammrms, ooh that is gonna make miss pot so happy, think you could,” -Buhhuraaaallap- Blith belched mid sentence, and continued to slap her own gut without missing a beat, “ever let me enjoy the food a bit before ya lug em down you greed dweeb.” With a motion she beaconed Kilen, who wrapped his arms over her core and sunk his arms in for a massage of the wobbling flesh. 
	“Thsmhat that's gonna be a lot to brew, all that brawn for miss pot to brew down and reduce to fudge, that'll keep me full for days,” she mused. 
	The glutton directed a sly smirk towards Kilen every once ad in awhile, hands patting the surrounding cushions to scavenge for pierogi, Blith bring up a half eaten wedge to swab up fluids from spillage. The breading painting the grease rather than absorbing it, wall the same she shoved it down her her cleavage and scraped up splots of cheese and tomato filling. She scooped it up into her maw. Her lips applauding in her chewing. Sustenance pulped the into mulch, soon joined by further scraps and chunks of wraps and carton. -Bhruualallwpth- The air took on a damp characteristic of Blith's gullet smoke, its scent the equivalent of pouring s brackish water aquarium into a stew. 
	“And there's more where that came from, miss pot can handle, much more than this, she'll be padded to the point you regret leaving me in charge of her diet,” Kilen mused, his hair raised and arms shuddering, unable to pry them off of the stomach massage. 
	-Ghtllspm- Blith swallowed and tugged him in to smack a smooch right on his lips, -Bhrusualp- a belch muffled between their lips flooding through her lungs, the rattle of her lips tickling dark reaches of his mind. 
	“You know just haaaoommffs how to make her happy, though the glutton barely deserves it,.” -Ghrhsmmtsuh- The gullet roared, vibrating and a thrashing of limbs and dread painted faces moulding the skin under their fear. “Mfs, that's right, you're the one who has to deal with everything, ammf, but you love your job you freaky gut,” she mused and tugged at her muffintop, shaking it so waves of pudge moulded won over the stomach. Kilen's head turned to the sound of the doorbell.
	“Oh, that's the fried delivery, I'll be a moment.” 


Blith trailed Kilen with her gaze, soon as he was in the hallway she left out a sigh. “Phaaaaa-huuraaalp,” which turned into a belch halfway through. Blith scooped up a Bunny chow, contemplating if the name came from the use of a bread loaf being the vessel for this meaty stew, then lazily shoving it against her face. -Pslltlsrht- Splatters of stew and lard speckled her face as she munched into the bread, opening the floodgates for the curry broth to flush down her throat. 
	'Might be close to the limit already,' Blith pondered. 
	She'd put on a show for Kilen, though the little hunger-stunt had left its mark on her gullet. Her feasts rarely exceeded two people, she couldn't remember having eaten more than four in one sitting, Kilen had called six take-out places. -Ghrsmmptushl- Miss pot grumbled, echoed from her lips as she -Ahhouralp- burped right into the soggy street food, bubbles of belch gusts puttering through the stew before she tilted the bunny chow down her gob. She hauled herself out of the couch. -Chbralns- Her stomach bouncing up only to tip into a deep stuffed sag, its girth matching her shoulders, but was still to surpass her rear. Kilen had been so eager, she was proud to see her prawn this engaged. Perhaps if she down this next one quick enough, she could pivot the mood towards the bedroom where. 
	“Who ordered a butt ton of ba…” 
	“Fried banana baall…” Two enthusiastic voices chimed in, a pair of yellow outfitted girls strutting in with their hands full of take away boxes, both inexplicably freezing at the sight of Blith right next to them. 
	“Those are for me, and this little gal right hers,” Blith said and brushed her tummy, which growled and covered a faint bubbling scream. “Ooh? Hear that, girls? Miss pots wants to say high,” Blith lunged at the pair, stomach first slamming them onto their tushes.
	“I couldn't s-stop them.” 
	She shook her head at Kilen.”You stock the couch, and leave me some time with these pixie sticks, mfms, hear that, Pot's looking forward to get real acquainted.” Blith curbing her lip. Two at once again, wa… she’d just have to trudge through it best she could before. 
	“G-get off of me, stop,” one of the gals thrashed and flailed her arm, jabbing at Blith. -Plltsh- till she got her hand jammed in Blith's maw. The luscious flavour of peachy ham rolled won Blith's gullet, worry melted into satisfaction. Her lustful gluttony rekindled. “Omgs, oh sygar, you are that eager to meet miss pot, don't let me stop ya,” she found herself snickering, gaping wide as her incarnadine maw loomed over the pair, descending to envelop the shouting pair in a veil of meat. 


~ 1 ~


 -Bhruaallpr- -Hurualalp- Blith's belch fluttered the long sleeves of the her meal's pants, The pair had been scrambling was relentless, even when she'd bobbed and ground her stomach into the carpet to they'd been adamant. Kilen's had helped her back to the couch, assiting her in keeping the bouquet of straddling legs secure, as they descended to fuel her pot. 
	-Chhrbsrllth- Chrwblrlsth- The cauldron of flesh chimed with a choir of moisture and gruel, mimicking a week's worth of bakery dough lobbed into Blith's lap. Despite the motions of the pair, her gulet was anchored by the past meals, the deluge of meat stew brewing through her core, the deluge the two were about to enter. 
	-Chrllspm- -Ompgh- -Ghmmppgum- She swallowed, gnawing on the lithe shins, lubricating them with her tongue to ease the journey down. 
	“Mspghs,” Blith was surprised as Kilen took charge, plunging the r legs don her gullet, coming face to fave with her again, with but a pair of wriggling feet separating them. 
	-Ghtmsmph- -Oogslgplsh- Blith swallowed, slobbering drool across her face, brushing it over to Kilen as she rubbed along her frame, feeling the bloated silhouettes sinking beneath her grasp, descenting behind her cleavage, and re-reappearing as bulk clogging her middle. -Ghrbsrtlsh- -Chrhslpth- The belly churned and sloughed the paste in its confines, Blith's stomach welling past her legs, the sponsors buried under the bulk of compiled mulch and fat, While the gargantuan abdomen was ridsinous with bulges swelling up and sailing across its surface, the gut itself was languid, a bulk too bloated to care of its or move, at most roused with the ripples of a guttural boil -Chrgbbrlslsth-. 
	-Bhuruaalalpgh- Blith let her lips erupt in hot steam, washing Kilen's face in the greased stained pepper breath of her feast. “Pho, don't you think miss pot sounds a bit salty,” Blith said, moaning to herself as she drove her fists into her gut, displacing her belly around her knuckles like moist clay. 
	“G-good thing that the appetizers came with dessert,” Kilen said and offered her a box of fried banana balls. 
	Blith tore open the box, snatched up a wrapped nugget and bit it open, through paper and breading alike, then spat out the chunk and squeezed the ball to dispense its glistening amber consents all over her face. The banana pulp drooped smooth as whipped cream and lustrous as a yellow of a ripe cheddar. She brushed the spillage down towards her abyss, -Shrslpth- slurping and licking her fingers clean. 
	“Mmfs, a sweet treat, from a sweet prawn,” she noted and brought him in for a kiss, his body sinking into her frame, teasing her mind as his crotch lined up with her belly button, the sensitive spot leaving her cooing in pleasure in the passionate exchange. 
	Kilen broke the kiss, and brushed some banana out of Blith's hair. “The next order should be here sin about fifteen minutes.” 
	Blith smiled. “Mm, miss pot can hold herself until then, though perhaps you shouldn’t get, too close,” she teased. 
	“That wouldn't stop me,” Kilen said, and sunk down to his knees, burying his face in the gut, groping into the pudge and feeling the revolving sludge within. 
	'I'd let miss pot gather herself, and calm down to brew all this sludge normally,' Blith pondered, but, with him here, I could fit a few more'. 
	'H-how can I just, let her do this, to so many people,' Kilen pondered, 'but, being here with her, is worth all that and more.' 
	Together, they encouraged one another, without seeing that they already were two pieces of the same puzzle.