Pot Belly Love Blossom


Written by Septia.


A melange of moans and grunts echoed through the apartment, igniting the sulphur of excitement to spark lust between the lover's gaze. The croons ad huffs composed into a symphony; Kilen's s huffs and moans as he ground into Blith's engorged abdomen, Blith's luscious moans as she clasped her lips over lengths of plump meat, and the cry of her past meals' struggle droned out under the churn of miss pot. 
	-Chrrglslsh- -Chbglltsh- “Mmfpwm, fwmmrrsth.” The wails of numerous restaurant deliverers churned along with the slough of batter paste and greasy gut porridge. 
	Vibrations from the stomach rustled through Kilen's pants. He lost his grip of the flinching legs curving down his girlfriend's maw. The legs set off into a revolution, swinging widely. Kilen watched the oblong bulges barrelling down Blith's gullet screw and warp at the meal's resistance, the rim of her blouse tented at the protruding bulk of manmeat. 
	“Oh that's isn't-.” Kilen begun to worry, interrupted by a gale of humid vapours pouring forth from Blith's maw. 
	-Bhuurallaaahoopr- A volley of gummed carb-mush and hail of fruit pure erupted from the maw, speckling the flailing extremities; the vibrations form the gas rippling through Blith's lips and leaving the brim polishing the legs with saliva and meatbread-blobs. Blith tossed her hand up to restrain the legs. -Chhngcncnhk- The whole couch squeaking through the springs as she heaved herself sitting, guiding the feet onto Kilen's face for support, and compressing the beefy drumsticks down her gob. 
	Kilen watched the gracious arc of Blith's plump frame – lithe compared to the behemoth of a stomach she sported at her lap. He pressed himself against her, ensuring the feet weren't slipping, and the legs only had one way to go. Do: down Blith's abyss. -CHhrllgh- -Chggllrmmp- -Oompgh- Slobby swallows reverberated whilst the throat inflated and constrained in rhythm, the delivery boy's contours as he sloped along to join the cavalcade in her gut. 
	“Mmmfmmwmphawmm, mmmmwa.” 
	His thoughts froze, he felt Blith's lips wrap over the edge of the soles, grazing past his forehead and converging as an aperture of flesh at his lips. 
	They shared a kiss. 
	The hair on Kilen's neck erected in the passionate exchange. Blith’s lips laid coated in slobber and reeking of a feast of fast food and fair flesh, the rumble down her core active to the point where he distinguished every twitch and spasm within, prompting him to tug her closer, which compressed her belly, which roused further struggle, which further fuelled his desire to savour every gram of joy his lover partook of… -Smmaach-. The kiss broke with a smack of suction, the silence between them superseded by the brewing batch of bass tones budding through Blith's breach. -Aaoooohruruaaaahhp- Through the splatter of vapours and voided spittle launched pair of glasses that smacked into Kilen's face, followed by a pair of drool soaked socks slumping down his ears. Kilen shuddered in the wake of Blith's gale, wherein fresh food additives and natural sweetness boiled with the raw steam of marbling meat. 
	“Phaa, see spot something you like?” Blith teased, snatching a sock to daintily pat the sides of her cheeks as a fair lady would, leaving only the minefield of spittle splotter and munschie mass on her face, converging to her lips curled in a smirk. 
	“M-more and more by of it by the minute,” Kilen admitted. 
	“Mmph, oh yeah, all these busy meatbuns are chugging along through miss pot smoothly, just ya wait, twins are still along for mamffw, the ride, and they are gonna look fab; one for sculpting out each cheek,” she mused and ground her knuckle into her gut, the sin caving in to a crater around her fist and electing a bubble from the brew swirling within, and a moan from the glutton who socked her maw with the strump. 
	The embrace energized Kilen, feeling the titillation of lust peaking through his frame, and diving in for a smooch tempting Blith to teeter back over the cough – soon as she swallowed down the lard laced fabric. 
	

~ 1 ~


“Mma, aa ws, oh yeah, that is gonna be the yeast that makes my muffintops rise, miss pot's gonna be sporting a baker's dozen worth of of blubber,” Blith mused to herself, cheering in the couch with her arms either dipping in the folds sloughing at the side of her stomach or digging out pancaked cartons of tempura 
	Even as he scraped up the toppled order of 'Fance-n-Fry' the last delivery boy dropped, Kilen's eyes laid glued on the hog of a hump miss pot had become. Th; the stomach distending at arms length from each side, burying the couch in pudge contorted and warped by the throws of bested foes. The way it rose and clenched with her breath, surface moulded with the imprints of fists, feet, palms and an assortment of limbs veering for escape. Sculpted sinuous out of droves of secret clay lard, the past meter tall gut stood as both Blith's ruthless oven and trophy of conquering the largest feast he'd seen her tackle yet. Along with the allure of her engorged femme physique. “b-beautiful…” 
	“Hmm, what was you say” Blith responded. 
	Kilen bore his fluster with confidence. “I said you and miss pot look just, lovely.” 
	“Pha,” Blith responded and slapped her gut, a ripple that folded a wave of flesh cascading down her frame, bulldoze lumps and silhouettes it passed, “heard that miss pot? Prawn's got a crush,” she mused and hefted up hoisted up her let cheek and squinted into a strained grimace. -PPPghbrrlwlwrth- A bubbling putter of flatulence washing out in pale steam from her heiney – overworked with tears from her bulk. 
	“Mmfs phaa, oh that is all those mms, morsels venting out Mmf, phaa, that is the sounds of packing on the pounds,” she stated and eased the grasp to let her right bun descend back into the groove; anything caught underneath, wrapping the peels of the junkfood fruit, merged in with the fabric of the couch under Blith's bulldozing buttocks. 
	“But you are, y-you know I've, always had a weakness for that hot barrel of sexiness,” Kilen's mouth was running on reflex; the steam in the room, the day long stuffing session, or his barriers obstructing his affection for Blith torn down, all contributed to his ease of enjoying and expressing every moment he shared with Blith. 
	“Phss, haul back a bit, hustler, Gotta give us a while to get used to your fawning,” Blith teased and jostled bales of flab in her embrace, grinding her cheek against it as if her roaring gut was a mangy dog, only each cuddle aimed to suppress and submerge another bulge breaking the surface of the smoothing orb. “You aren't about to hold back though, right?” Kilen asked, and pulled out a treat he'd been keeping a secret. 


Blith clasped her palms over her cheeks, drool pooling at her jaw, seeing the delivery girl hauled on onto the cocktail table, limbs tied up with the extra long serving of seaweed and liquorice ropes,, tied down in a seated hogtie, with shape reminiscent to that of … 
	“A shrimp, you you sneaky sack of cinnamon,” Blith cooed and brought Kilen in close, so she could feel stomach mould around his frame, squeaking of oils and sauces slathered and spilt along their rampage “That is what you want to end our feast with?” She asked with a sly grin. 
	Kilen hugged into her, planting his lips on her cheek in smooch fuelled in passion. 
	“Everyday will be a feast for you now, and miss pot of t of course, can't let her go hungry, you said her diet was my responsibility now.” 
	Something about chutzpah had Blith confused, perhaps it was just her colon raging against her for miss pot gorging way past her limits. Reason told her to let the meal ease in. Though, in the choice between listening to reason or Kilen … 
	“Then don't keep her waiting~” 


Blith felt her neck contort around the dressed up shrimp's rear, the meal downing down ham first, despite vigorous protest from the gagged girl. -Ooogmph- “Mmgpsh, mwmam-.” Blith suckled and gnawed into pudge and seaweed, slurping up the sea gumbo – which final course had delivered with herself – then so unceremoniously been marinated in. S. Situated above her was Kilen, on top the table, leaning over her, keeping the girl in check as her torso sank into Blith's embrace, warping the woman's neck as rubber, only for the hefty bulge to be consumed by the jugs crowning Blith's chest. Every moment they shared, every struggle, groan, and fidget. They paused as the stomach growled, siphoning lust from each -Chrlltpsh- and clench of most stomach paste that shifted along her abdomen, or even more… -Chrlltpft- … when one stopped.
	Kilen cracked open a fried banana ball, squeezing the breaded sides to gouge out globules of yellow fruit phlegm, applying it as a salve along the equator of the delivery girl, lubricating her for the trip. Blith urged him on, mumbling around her swollen cheeks, till Kilen was folding handfuls of the fried snacks by her maw. -Clrlth- -Cshrllspfth- Together they crumbled, it,t squeezing out the contents to droop down the girl's legs and back, pooling in at her face descending down Blith's precipice. Their fun added all the more mess of pulp and fat to clean up, Yet, Kilen had not a thought on cleaning, he was suckered in to Blith's mentality: savouring every moment. 


-Chhrfcccth- Kilen Felt Blith's pale leggings struggling to contain the kilos of churning gorgeousness miss pot was accruing. Kilen let himself sink in, seeing Blith's lips warm and constrain the prawngirl's limb; the girl's face glossed with banana purée succumbing to he undulating darkness, whimpers turned to faint squeals. -Bwbnagb- Her stomach rumbled, the fabric of her leggings teetering, but… Kilen was preoccupied. His crotch was sinking right in against Blith's chub, feeling the blubber build around it, as he ventured forwards … -Crkkrkrth- the leggings ripped. Unleashing a wave of flesh tar from Blith's abdomen, the gut welling out over the table which served as Kilen's precarious stepping stool. The weight was more than it could handle. -Ckkrlth- the frail wood snapped, and Kilen fell, calling out in shock before his shout was muffled… 
	“Mmmfw, mmwgm, mwmwr …” Blith's blubber encroached around his face, the grease of oil and musk swathed over him. The ruckus within miss pot was calmed, a mere tussle. But… what had him on the ropes, was his tented lap. His crotch had matched in with Blith's belly button; two puzzle pieces awaiting reunion. The pit caressed his shorts, teasing the prospect of the smooth cave, the mystery rousing his shaft to stretch further peeking inside; its march inhibited by the taut patch of cloth separating the two. 
	“Mm, well, what are you waiting for, prawn?” Blith said with a snicker, scoffing down the wiggling limbs of the packed up dinner, shoving grasping up clutching fingers to sink past the depths. “miss pot has a lot of work to do, mmfs, all this gorging is gonna get her capital F fat with a subsequent ‘-ty’ suffix~. She might just need something to, kick start mgms, the process, get the gears turning, mdms, and chub moving, What I am saying is…” 
	“You want me to stir miss pot.” 
	Blith snickered and suckled on her lip. “Get to it, my ladle lobster~.” 
	That was all the intensive Kilen needed, his shorts unbuckled and trailing down his legs, knees scooping up and clamping around the droves of chub around them to reach let his knees reach the couch, and his shorts discarded for this explorer to be set loose down Blith's miss pot's catacombs. 
	-Spsllth- The instance his member sank into the pit he felt a coating of grease and compiled navel lard applied. His hips sunk into her chub like butter, and the intrusion awakened a thrashing tumble within the tummy, rolling the chub in droves of adipose as his member dove further into the precious reaches. 
	“Mmfs, mmoh, how come I am still so hungry,” Blith hummed out as she shuddered from the insertion, palms slamming down on each side of the couch, grasping for wrappers and gorged chunks of fast food, chugging a bowl of gumbo so globs of sauce splattered down her cheeks and shoulders. The rumbles roused and urged the slopping meals writhing up to a frenzy, provided by the prawn primarily, as the rest were either soft and settled ad rising dough, or ended up as mere shambles. The rolling, gyrating stomach bobbed forwards, slapping into Kilen's crotch, the enclosure congested, and … Kilen panted out I, coughing shuffling forth coughs through the shared joy. The spiralling pit proved a carousel of stimulus, revolving to rouse and remedy the restraint once imposed on his feelings. This wasn't tmight as well have been his their first time, because nothing held them back… 
	“Mmfa, aaoh, oofh, y-yesh, B-blith, I c-ant…” Kilen huffed, protesting despite his knees pincer down on on his girlfriend's chub,, thrusting his length down the clasped pit of sensitive tissue to rock her gut with a heave of blubber. Miss pot retaliated with a wave of pudge from Blith's shaking and humping. “Mmfs, fmms … that's stirring umfms, up some commotion, don't go, fmsm, making me spill the batte-hhuroararrph-.” Blith belched mid sentence, the burp forming into a moan as Kilen withdrew and burrowed his shaft in the picket of pinched flesh once more, pudge forming up around this crotch at the rapid rutting, the waves sailing across her tub as if someone drooped a company of iron orbs into a vat of pitch. -Bghrlpsh- -Chrhsrlpgsh- -Ghhrjrtgh- The growls of the stomach picked up I, the volume joining in as the backing jam to the chorus of panting croons from the lustful couple. The stomach rocking between them, taking turns to and for, back and forth, each hump left them to retaliate, launching back the mound of blubber to the other, a cycle of pleasure with no peak in sight, only the shared custody of the engorged bud f love blooming with luscious lard between them. 
	“Mmgsa, mmfs, hosoa haosmf.” 
	“Mmaasompg mmglrk, oh that is a good lobster… prove you cafnsm -houuraalp- handle it,” Blith panted out and rocked her gut into Kilen's embrace, which he caught and rebound as eagerly as the first thrust. This member glued to the pit, bobbling the mass of meat so the paste within roared and sloughed to cover the surviving meals. -Ghbrslth- -Bthhrs- -Bchrlskksglt- Somewhere along the lines, the struggles that contorted Blith's belly submerged, yet… either of them noticed, aside from the stench of fermentation and caramelized meat. Her stomach was wobbling and thrashing even more in the clutches of their shared infatuation, than any feast Blith had partaken of. 
	“Mmfms, mmrs.” Kilen huffed, grappling with Blith's gut to reach up and seal their lips together. With the moans muffled, all that was left was the roars and sloshes of the gurgling abdomen, and the smacks of the flesh battered back and forth… -Spllslth-.
	“Mmfmwmmwa.” 
	“Mmfmwawawm~” 
	They moaned out into each other's lips, a splatter of raw, viscous lust splattered into the cramped utnnel of affection, drooling out as a bubbling foam of whipped boy cream, clogging up the navel so the afterglow thrusts were heralded by the jam of custard squeezed through a straw -Splclth- -Chrsljjth-. The spunk smooth enough to dripple free, joined the juices seeping out from Blith's thighs, forming a puddle on the carpet … just one more to join the ranks, 
	The air tingled with sparkling static, the lustful sulphur that had congealed over the feast erupted… and now burning out. At it center laid Kilen, draped over miss pot, partway sinking into the blubber, their puzzle pieces still joined, and shaking once in a while. 


“Phha… hah… B-blith…” 
	“Mmfw. moaaa… lglgh.” Blith panted, even as she savoured her afterglow, tomato sauce and buttery gumbo drooled down her cheeks. 
	“Mmfms, -Glllkmp- Omm, that is a good lobster… mm. Better not fall asleep, or mms all those curves miss pot are gonna fill out with, will trap you, pinching your shaft in pounds of her tub.” 
	Kilen only huffed, heaving up to face her, guided into another kiss, which he slumped ff of, head nestled in Blith's cleavage.
	“Mmfs, course, my lazy lobster wouldn't mind much, would you?” she said, the exhaustion still to kick in, the haze of pleasure and indulging her gluttonous needs to this extent… it had her mind electrified. “Mmm, I am m so satisfied that gobbling up your parents turned out for the best.” She mused with the smuggest grin of all. Which flipped to despair only the passing of a single thought. 
	“Ouw…” She'd ruin it… if anyone were to botch their relation, she hadn't bet on herself… but… she was genuinely glad she'd done it. While not intentional it had brought them together, brought Kilen out of his shell, into a bigger, sexier shell. And if he hated her for it, she would still cherish him as much as she-. 
	“Fnsnszz, mzmfrphew… znznrkrn… phes…” 
	The snores injected her with such relief that her stiffened spine melted into a noodle, and sloughed back In the cough with her boyfriend snoozing on her gut. “Mmf… gad you are so comfy, Miss pot, and it you'll only gain more padding from here, greedy gut, we can't forsaken our shrimp, when he's grown into such a prideful lobsmf… ter…” she mumbled, yawning and brushing over her face, grease and food mush soaked through her fingers and up over her hair, before she was knocked out cold, marinating in the residual lust and cream filling. 


Kilen swallowed.