“I call bottom,” his other kinky wife said as she adjusted her domino mask and crawled between MJ’s wide spread chunky legs. Her thighs were wider then Hulks and had almost as much fat as was on Black Cat’s body. Crawling closer to the messy, puffy slit, Black Cat breathed in the musky aroma wafting from MJ’s steamy cunt. Black Cat had once considered herself strait, but after an afternoon with her head buried between this fat redheads legs she knew she loved the ladies as much as the men. Moving past her cottage cheese thighs, Black Cat sniffed along Mj’s cunt and let out a delighted sigh.

Licking her lips, MJ tensed and wondered when she would feel her wives talented tongue go to work. She moaned in disappointment when Black Cat moved on to her inner thighs, cleaning them with his tongue. For the silver haired slut, drinking down all of MJ’s female cum was just as important as pleasing the behemoth blob. She wasn’t letting a single drop escape her tongue. Above Black cats head, the huge flabby belly hung, bigger then her and as soft as dough. Black Cat leaned her head back and gave the greasy, blubbery underside of the stomach a tiny lick. She loved the taste of redhead.

Black Cat kissed the skin just above her pussy, taking a few seconds to lap up the juices dribbling out of her. Licking along the edge of he outer lips, before plunging her tongue in as deep as it would go. A loud, happy moan rumbled out of MJ’s mouth as Black Cat explored her innermost spaces with her talented tongue. She darted it in and out, lapping at the copious juices coming from her cunt. Her hand came up to pinch and roll MJ’s enlarged clit between her fingers. Moans turned into gasps as Black Cat built MJ towards a huge climax.

Panting and groaning, MJ closed her eyes and listened to the wet, slurping noise Black Cat made while she ate her out. She wished she could see her wife eat her out, but she hadn’t seen anything below her protruding belly since she became bigger then the Blob. When she opened her eyes, she found the masked face of her husband peering across at her from her stomach. He was crouched on her belly, sinking a few inches into the flabby ground. A normal person would sink several feet in, but her husband was special. He could move all over her yielding body and keep from sinking in, not that he couldn’t if he wanted to. He was the only one that could get on top of her without being enveloped by her fat, making him the perfect lover for a blob woman.

“Forget about me?” Spider-Man teased as he reaching across to fondle one of her immense, soft breasts. MJ’s huge breasts only felt bigger as he tried to hold one in his hand, but couldn’t wrap hi hands around half of it. His fingers sank into the doughy flesh as he gently mauled her fat tit while caressing it all over. MJ moaned at the duel attacks on her breasts and twat, her slight movements making her luscious melons jiggle in her husband’s hands.

Feeling faint from the rush of pleasure, she let go of her drooping belly slowly, letting it fall onto Black Cat’s back. As a hundred pounds of belly fat rested on the small of her back, Black Cat paused from lapping at MJ’s pussy, before diving in even harder a few seconds later. A normal person would be bothered by the weight, but Black Cat was strong enough to carry the weight on her back. She could feel her back sinking into the yielding underbelly, only turning her on even more. She brought her mouth up to her clitoris and started sucking it gently, pushing several fingers into MJ’s cunt to replace her tongue. This would get the fat redhead cumming in no time.

“Oh Yes!” MJ cried out as her whole nine hundred pound frame started to jiggle as she felt an orgasm near. Her husband recognized the signs and lifted up his mask to lick at his wife’s large, throbbing nipple. Spider-Man engulfed her tit completely in his mouth, licking and gently biting it as he kept up the massage on her supple breast. Blissfully suckling at her nipple, Spidey wondered where his control had gone. He was so free of any restraint, willing to fuck anything that look hot and had brought along his wives for the ride. There was just something about his new lifestyle that made him not want to think; just get lost in sexual bliss.

“Coming!” MJ screamed as she stared blankly at the ceiling as she climaxed. A flow of warmth started between her legs and suddenly raced out, engulfing her like hot water. She bucked on the bed, her belly smacking into Black Cat’s back as it jerked up. The sensations consumed MJ’s conscious thoughts as every fold and bulge vibrated with ecstasy. Spidery held on to her wobbling breast, pulling at her nipple with his teeth to make her orgasm stronger. Under her flabby belly, Black Cat was hit face first by a wave of her sticky juices. Moaning as she was bathed in the delicious female cum, her tongue continued to lap at the overflowing twat in front of her, drinking down everything it had to offer.

“Coming and gone!” Spider-Man laughed as he watched his wife’s face contort in pleasure. He gave her nipple one last lick before jumping off her wide body, making her belly ripple from the sudden movement. At the foot of the bed, he found himself staring at the bottom half of Black Cat. MJ’s belly had spilled over onto her all the way to the small of the back. All Spidey could see was his smaller wife’s cute, pump bottom wiggling enticingly in front of him. Reaching over, he ran a finger down the leather-covered bottom to the two hot mounds beneath. “What to do. I could slide under my MJ’s belly and join my kitty for a feast or stay out here and take advantage of her helpless rump. Decisions, decisions.”

Knowing MJ was too spaced to answer and Black Cat couldn’t hear him under all that belly fat, Spider-Man decided for himself. It really wasn’t a hard decision to make. He’d fuck his kitty and get between MJ’s legs eventually today. He never missed any opportunity to have some fun.