This choice: "Something more... Intimate..." • Go Back...Chapter #6"Something more... Intimate..." by: Noxin   *UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRP!*
A long, awkward silence followed that outburst. Guilmon blinked, noticing that the red spot on her stomach slowly faded away, however, the taut dome still kept churning and gurgling, making it's owner moan again, long and loud.
Still blushing from embarrassment, Renamon spoke up in a quiet, wispy voice...
"Could you... Go... Even lower?"
His eyes widening, the draconic digimon complied, reaching down lower, no massaging the vixen's thighs and the very bottom of her abdomen. Down here, her continuous weight gain after the feast became more evident - the skin, despite being pulled the most by gravity, remained lax with layers of adipose, ever growing, until her stomach began to apron her thighs. Without thinking, Guilmon gently probed his cold claws under the flab, reaching deeper and deeper between her thighs, and going higher and higher, until...
"Oh-Oooh... Aaaaahh!"
She suddenly leaned back, her heavy buttocks leaning onto the table behind her, and it groaning under their weight, along with her. Her belly lifted, revealing her abdomen properly, and beneath it, where her thighs met...
He stared at the relatively small, pink slit upon the white fur, gazing at it as if it was a miracle of nature - as it was for him. His shaft unsheathing itself, he leaned forward, grasping her thighs, and pulling them apart gently with his claws, not even waiting for her demand.
Leaning deeper forward, he took a deep sniff...
She gasped for air, feeling his cold, scaly nose rub and exhale against her outer folds.
Leaning back slightly, he observed her rose, cocking his head aside, as he was deep in thought... Thinking about how to approach this... But as her quickened breaths became impatient, he tossed all care aside, and decided to go with his instincts. Leaning in deep again, he opened his mouth, and reached out with his long, wet, and warm tongue, beginning to caress those folds with it, the sensation making him death to her increasingly excited moans and pants. He noticed that the gentle stir that occurred each time he lapped, and how it increased when he reached the slit's top. Upon closer examination, he found out why: a tiny nub, hardened by actions, and pulsing slightly, like a little red button that was begging to be pressed.
So he did so, directly, with his tongue.
With a sharp, whistling gasp, she shot forward, making him jump back, as she rapidly turned around (much faster than she did before), and quickly leaned against the table, going lower... And lower... And lower...
Before long, she was practically hanging off the table, not leaning onto it for leverage, but holding herself up, as she stuck her buttocks out into the air.
Between the deep canyon of her cheeks, he noticed something, and, using his long claws, and disregarding her aroused shivers, he parted the two cheeks, only to reveal the familiar slit, now upside down, and puckered hole, now slightly gaping, with her fluffy tail raised well above. He vaguely remembered through the haze that clouded his mind, what the other hole was used for, but disregarded it, digging into the slit again, using his tongue to drill in between the folds, while holding the two cheeks apart with his cold claws and warm paws. Eventually, he moved down onto the nub, which was now on the lower end, and, using this newfound advantage in position, he pushed forward, and did, what his mind told him to to: gently bit into it, and began flicking his long tongue across it's tip lazily.
She panted and squeaked and whined and moaned above and in front of him, sashaying her hips, and gently jutting her hanging breasts and belly forward, gasping again as he moved onto her other, puckered hole, and began to perforate it with his tongue as well.
"What are you waiting for?" she hissed, looking down between her legs "Stick it in already!"
"...That may be a problem..."
That, she could see, for she saw, over her own mammoth mammaries and burgeoning belly, that while his own balls now churned and swelled, and his generously portioned shaft now stood fully erect, he could only taster her pucker when he stood on his clawed toes. Sighing in frustration, she stood up, surprised to hear a whimper coming from him - with the cheeks closing, he felt like he was locked out from world of warmth, into the cold shadows.
Wasting no time, she swept the table clear, caring not about what shattered on the ground, and began to climb up. He soon followed suit, but hesitantly.
"Will it hold us?" he asked.
"It has to."
Reassured, he climbed up after her.
Now, for him to reach her holes, she had to get down onto her knees, and lower her upper body completely - or at least, as far as her engorged chest allowed her. Propping herself up on her elbows, her breasts under chin and chubby cheeks acting like pillows, she had her bottom raised, her entire body beginning to turn upside down, it's contents stirring, as she raised her tail.
"Will you be alright?" he asked.
"I will." she replied, though, not before stiffly a worrying short belch.
Sighing, he became determined. Kneeling behind her, he played with her privates again, until a needy whine encouraged him to continue. Rising up slightly, he began to insert his long pole into the slit, the latter perfectly lubricated by his saliva. After the initial penetration, he went deeper, her long moan accompanying him on his crusade, until his thick blade was all in, down to it's hilt. She let out a gasp, as he began to retract it from between her folds, going only halfway before coming down again, his scrotum slapping against her lower abdomen. Pulling out halfway again, he rammed in once more... And again... And again...
Soon, there was a steady rhythm between the tow of them, with him smacking against her with all his might, and she gently moving her rear up and down. The table groaned, but the system of support beams held them with ease. She became coated with sweat, her fur covered in the hot dew, as she wheeshed and gasped, panting heavily between the moans, and vise versa. Her breasts jiggled like gelatin, her hanging, pressured stomach churned, and her buttocks wobbled and rippled upon every impact, as he held her close with his claws on her broad hips.
Finally, she could take no more.
Her walls contracted, the slit narrowed fiercely, trapping his shaft within as he felt her juices overflowing. He was yet to reach his own climax, but didn't mind. However, what happened next changed it all.
A bubble of gas, dislodged from the wall of her small intestine, traveled upwards, which was no her large one, and made it's way through, increasing in volume along the way, making her squirm in discomfort through her bliss, until...
*PHFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!*
The blast was loud, and rank, hitting him square in the face, as he gazed down upon her pucker, contemplating. Soon, both of them caught it's waft, and while she blushed, muttering an apology, he stood up.
"How rude!" he declared, his shaft still erect, painfully, even.
She blushed, even deeper, having a good idea what he was going to do next.
"If you're willing to resort to such unladylike behavior...!" he declared, picking up her mannerism from before "Then I shall take it upon myself to stop such vulgar emissions."
And with that, he grasped her hips, making her squeal in excitement. The next second, her rammed it in, using his full body weight to do so.
Now, while her slit was well lubricated by his prior intrusions and her juices, her pucker was only briefly visited by him, and the increasing heat of her actions had already dried up most of it, and her flatulence had blown away the last remnants. He came in, and came in dry, but after a couple of cycles, all of which felt like a blissfully painful eternity for her, his own juices leaked, bringing forth the necessary lubrication, as they continued to rut.
Fortunately, her burst had not spewed forth any gastric juices, so he could operate in relative cleanliness. Not that he would've minded either way.
She had to prop herself up properly now, on all fours, breasts and stomach swaying and sloshing, churning, as he churned her contents into fat and sweat. She let out a belch, then another, and more, as her other windpipe was blocked. She still freely leaked her juices, while her other canal became loose as well, due to the regular intrusions. Finally, she felt his shaft pulse and twitch, as he slowly came to a halt, and, with a final, deep thrust, he released, shooting his own cream, his own sauce, his own filling for her up her rear, making it rush through her, reaching he stomach from the other end, and mixing with the churned brew within it.
He pulled out of her as his shaft softened, slowly retracting into it's sheath.
Still laying on her breasts and stomach, her loosened pucker couldn't hold back the next burst of air, as it came, rumbling, spewing forth the white cream, making her now softened cheeks ripple even more.
Both of them panted, exhaled tiredly. The deed was done. The feast was fully complete.
***
Sometime later, they found themselves on the beach, basking under the sun. There were still bouts of gas within her, which is why he kept massaging her stomach, though, her soft moans now rose because of him nibbling on the still perky, still taut, still erect nipples, rubbing away at her fattening midsection. Finally, he let go, using the breast as a pillow instead, as they laid beside one another, his arm thrown across her engorged stomach, while she hugged his now much smaller body close.
"Now that!" she sighed "Was divine..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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