This enormous body was her prison, but it was also
her pleasure pit. Every foot of her sprawling, oozing heft was tantalizingly
sensitive. Every inch begged to be fondled and teased. She was slave to that
pleasure. She needed it. She ached for it. She would fatten herself like a hog
for it, just for a few more fatty folds for Cass to indulge in. He had made her
this way. Arceus, she had let him make her this way. All for the only reward
he ever promised:
Release.
"It's okay, you know... to indulge. To give in. To admit that you delight in
this little deal of ours, even more than I do..." He stroked her flabby cheek,
paw-pads sinking deep into the puffy, syrup-smeared flesh. His soft words
were met by gurgling moans, uttered between the tendril's pulsing loads.
She was helpless to stop herself from moaning for him. Not when she knew
what was coming next. Not when his tendrils were already slithering beneath
her gargantuan belly, pushing between her hammy thighs. By the time he
was half-way up the flabby pile of folds that caked her inner-thighs, her
moans were little more than choking gurgles of bliss.
The tendril paused. Halting, mere inches away, like a snake ready to strike.
The femmy lizard leaned in, and purred into the Snorlax's ear. "Go on,
piggy. Moan for it. Let me hear how much you love this..."
"Muuuhhh-*gllrrgllee*-hhuuuhhh..." Her greedy throat guzzled and moaned,
her traitorous body desperate to show the sadistic Salandit how much it
craved this. Cass' smirked down at her.
As if he didn't know how much she needed it.
As if he wasn't about to feel for himself.
"Good piggy..." he whispered.
Then the tendril plunged forward, into pillowy fold that hid her vag.
*ULP, ULP ULP*
"Hmmmfff!!"
The syrupy tendril pushed slowly, inexorably, into the thick fat-pad that hid
Jenny's vag. That swallowing fold of pillow-soft fupa flab, which had
swallowed up her quivering vag over a thousand pounds ago. Now, that pad
was enormous. A hundred-pound hood that buried her juicy lips
in soft, swaddling warmth. She felt every inch of Cass's tendril pushing
inside her cock-sheath. Every warm throb. Every pulsing ripple. Every
squelching, sucking spurt as Cass' appendage leaked hot syrup inside her.
Cass was questing for her shaft. Rummaging in all that gelatinous flab,
looking for the only bit of hardness left on a female buried in so much soft
blubber.
"Mmmmm! MmmmMMMmmm!" Jenny lost control. She gurgled and moaned,
hips thrusting of their own accord somewhere beneath the mountain of
blubber that imprisoned her. Pumping her fat clit into her own fat-pad,
leaking hot gouts of ejaculate into the floor. No amount of shame or
self-control could keep the yearning at bay. Pulsing. Moistening. White-hot
need, buried in that ocean of flab, aching for the only one who could reach it
anymore: Cass. She could feel his pulsing appendage filling her fupa.
Clogging it, spreading it out, rummaging in her fold for her needy lips.
Deeper, closer, until finally-
*slorrpp*
"Hmmmfff!!"
"There you are, piggy..." Cass purred as his tendril brushed the tip of her
clit. The helpless Snorlax moaned and gurgled, spilling thick loads of ejaculate all over the warm, wet tentacle. Cass chuckled softly. "So pent-up... so
achingly. Fucking. Needy. All this whimpering and whining... all these
forlorn little looks you give me with those big doe eyes, as I remind you how
close you are to exploding... and yet every time I find that lard-buried vag
of yours, you're as wet as an ocean... naughty, naughty girl... greed is bad
enough, but lying?"
The Salandit leaned in. "... Lying is so much worse. Especially lying to
yourself. And you can lie all you like, but I know the truth: this fat, juicy
Vag of yours only gets wetter, the closer you get to bursting..."
Then, he began to enter her.
"Hmmmff!!"
Her blubbery fupa squelched and wobbled as the tendril worked its way in and out her lard-buried lips. Sating her need, and at the same time
making it shamefully clear. She wanted to deny it. To tell herself that this
pounding erection was because of any reason other than the viscerally,
painfully obvious one: her body ached for release. It burned for it. It tore
her thoughts apart, leaving only the single desire left. She craved release.
Ecstatic. Orgasmic.
Explosive.
"That's it, isn't it... getting closer and closer, insides creaking taut beneath
these thousands of pounds of fat-caked rolls... it excites you... it makes you
want to keep guzzling, load after load after load... oh, don't look at me like
that. I can hear those soft little moans, coming out between the swallows.
You know exactly how close to the edge you are, and you... you can't resist
gorging yourself right over it..."
*ULP, ULP*
"-HNNFF! Hmmm-MMMPHHhhh..."
*ULP, ULP, ULP*
Jenny melted. Hips thrusting, eyes rolling into flitting lids, she drowned
beneath the ocean of bliss. Deep within the smothering press of her fupa,
her pounded lips surged so hard she felt they might explode. Whatever
vestiges of self-control she once had fell away, leaving her for what she had
been turned into: gluttony, incarnate. A gargantuan vessel for Cass to pour
every ounce of himself into. Not just his slime, but him. His lust. His need.
His twisted desires to bloat and fatten her to the ruinous limits. Jenny craved
all of it. She needed all of it. And when she thought of what it might cost
her, it only made her need it more. Her throat opened and the tendril poured
inside her, pumping right down her throat.
*GU-GLUK, GU-GLUK, GU-GLUK*
"Grlrrrgllee... gwllrrRRRGGHLLllleee..."
"Atta girl... drink it all down... feel your pelt tighten and creak... let's see
just how much this lard-bloated body can handle..." Cass' smile turned
absolutely carnivorous as he leaned in, pushing the tendrils down into her
gullet. His cock swelled against Jenny's surging belly. Thick globs of pre-cum
pumped from his tip, pouring over her white fur as it separated, revealing
the lurid pink tint of the skin beneath. The helpless Snorlax gurgled, and her
body gurgled with her. A churning, groaning sound, suffusing her entire
body and pouring out as the orgasmic moan it was.
Tears welled in Jenny's eyes. 'Please... no... I don't want to explode...' Pain
lanced through her gurgling guts. Fear rumbled beneath the roar of
wretched, depraved pleasures. She was trying so, so hard to stop. To cease
the heady gulps that would surely bust her guts, if she did not fight the
urge. But she couldn't. She couldn't even slow down. All she could do was
whimper and whine as her turgid gut swelled, and swelled, and swelled.
Tumescent fur bulged out inexorably before her, rising beneath the twisted
Salandit as he slowly ground his thick length against her. Her panic-stricken
mind repeated again and again, 'I don't want to explode... I don't want to
explode... I don't want to exp-
'
"Yes, you do." Cass' soft voice made her start. Jenny started, eyes wide. A
brief note of terror, as she wondered if reading her thoughts was amongst
the countless abilities the monstrous male hid within him. The Salandit
chuckled when he saw her fear, and caressed her cheek. "Come now, my
piggy plaything. Does it still surprise you that I can read you so well? This
face of yours has always been an open book, no matter how much the
swelling chins and jowls distort your pretty features. I became a Lieutenant
at team GAIN by knowing exactly what mons want. And you? You, my
succulent blubber-blimp, are positively begging to pop..."
His cock surged as he growled the last words. His rigid steed, as hard at the
thought of her belly bursting open as her's was. Pre-cum dripped like hot
wax over the surging swell of her gut, making her gurgle and squeal with
forbidden bliss. No. He was wrong. This wretched need was something he
was doing to her. Some infectious, addictive perversion that he'd pumped
into her, making her body crave it's own destruction. She didn't want to
explode. She didn't want to guzzle her way to a violent, messy end. She
didn't to be pumped past her limits, guts clogging and pelt separating,
before finally rupturing and-
"Hnnngff?! HmmMMMmmmggg..." The flood of pleasure made her clit surge. Fat ropes of ejaculate painted the inside of her fupa as she nearly
toppled over the edge into climax. His torment, infecting her. She gurgled a
sound of pleading, begging him to stop tormenting her with... with...
nothing?
"Hmmff?!" He'd stopped. The warm tendril wrapped around her buried pussy
held it, but did not rub it even an inch. He'd milked her throbbing clit right
to the edge of climax, only to keep it from her. She whimpered and thrust,
desperate to claw back that stolen release, but her lard-blimped frame was
unable to thrust her hips so much as an inch.
"Oh, I'm sorry... were you trying to cum?" Cass tilted his head. Red-hot
shame flushed Jenny's wobbling cheeks. She tried not to let the Salandit see
her need, but there was no denying what he felt between her hammy thighs.
As if to remind her of that fact, the tendril around her clit pulsated gently.
Jenny squealed. She spasmed. Her throat gagged as the moans coming out
met the thick loads of slime coming in.
Cass leaned in, chuckling softly as he watched the unwanted pleasure tear
her apart. "Naughty, naughty piggy... more lying? More telling yourself you
don't want to explode, even as the thought alone is nearly enough to dump
a load into that blubbery cock-sheath of yours? I've seen a lot of piggies
pop, Jenny. I can tell when they want it, and when they don't. You, my
overripe blubber-blimp? Why... I don't think anybody has wanted it more
than you..."