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It tended to shock Samantha that Natasha could sleep through it – particularly given that the Coyote who spent so much time cultivating the enormous heap of blubber she was now tended to sleep underneath her folds somewhere.\n\n There wasn’t much rhyme or reason to when she woke up, either. What with the lack of being able to get out of bed, Samantha didn’t keep what one would call a ‘regular schedule’ anymore and it created awkward situations whenever she woke in the dead of night with Natasha still out. That was what had happened tonight, leaving her in a dark, quiet room with only the sounds of her girlfriend snoring somewhere around her left thigh and the gentle gurgling of her last meal working its way through her furnace of a stomach.\n\n All this created the crux of the problem that always reared up when Samantha woke at this hour. Sitting in a dark room listening to herself digest got boring real fast. The only thing she had to offset the problem was her tablet, and it was an even bet whether or not it would slide too far down into the crevice under her tits for her to reach overnight. This time, though, luck was on the raven’s side. She was able to dig the grime-slick device out from her flesh by two fingers stretching as much as they could.\n\n Exhaling, Samantha went about the rest of the process for this. Technically all of this was something her girlfriend had been trying to get her to stop for ages now, but the fat raven clung to what rebellions she still could while beached. Every once in a while, she’d order take out between the meals her white Coyote prepared for her and every once in a while, those meals would come with moist wipes she hid under the less-fondled rolls of fat around her neck. They were the only things she could smuggle in that were of any use cleaning the screen on the tablet off.\n\n This ritual of hers had gone through changes here and there for Samantha. Currently, she’d gotten comfortable enough to at least let herself use sound when she watched something. It wasn’t easy hiding or cleaning headphones at first but then it had been made clear it was unnecessary – Natasha was a heavy sleeper for the vast majority of distractions. Nowadays the obese raven just let the volume play, cycling through whatever the app recommended for the most part. Letting it play in the corner of the screen while she browsed other things.\n\n Inevitably, ‘other things’ tended to flirt with porn. Samantha didn’t even think about it really, she just flicked her sausage-thick fingers to the link folder and pulled up a favorite site, ready to kill a couple of hours laying there churning until she felt tired enough to doze off again.\n\n It wasn’t exactly involved as rebellions went, but it was what Samantha could manage. Digging up art and photographs of the kind of predatory statuesque amazons she’d somehow ended up in the care of while listening to celebrities suffer eating spicy food during interviews was a queer sort of pleasure, but damned if she didn’t enjoy it just the same. It drew out the occasional chuckle and tremor from the raven’s immense frame – overflowing either end of a queen size bed – and jostling loose a rank bubbly fwurrrvvvbbt from her in the process.\n\n Part of her worried for a moment that that would wake Natasha, but the Coyote with her filth-yellowed white fur kept snoring through. The raven, meanwhile, went back to perusing her porn – losing track of time, among other things.\n\n Samantha’s biggest gripe about her situation was rooted in this situation. When she got hot and bothered there was nothing she could do about it, which was a species of problem – although not the kind of one that would seem obvious at first glance. The problem was it meant she just kept getting hornier, and eventually that started her squirming as best she could, leaking juices all over herself, having them pool in the fluffy crevice between her legs – seeping through her feathers and getting all over her. It was that, the first seeping trickles of it getting more than halfway out from under Samantha’s gut, that tickled the Coyote’s nose and left those sharp blue eyes of Natasha’s popping open.\n\n The reaction was too fast for Samantha to do much, as if there was anything she could do.\n\n “NAUGHTY!”\n\n Eyes widening, Samantha nearly lost her grip on the tablet. Only clutching at it with both hands and smearing it across her filthy chest saved it from tumbling to the floor, and even then the touch screen was going a bit crazy by the time she recovered it.\n\n “W-wait! Natasha, hang on! I’m not r-nghf….”\n\n A rough, undulating bounce ran through Samantha’s body as her girlfriend vanished underneath her belly, well out of her reach. Whatever the Coyote was, she would’ve been too strong to restrain anyway. All Samantha could do was whimper as she felt her belly shuffle and lurch, felt her thighs forced uncomfortably apart by strong arms that were busy seeking her increasingly wet snatch.\n\n It never helped that when this happened the kind of aggression it provoked from Natasha turned her on just a bit more.\n\n “T-Tash, c’mon – come back out and we can t-ack!”\n\n Samantha found herself unable to talk as she was forced into panting and gasping instead, fighting to breath properly when her girlfriend stuck her head right into that dripping cleft and started sucking, slurping, and grinding herself against all that needy bird flesh. With a practiced tongue, no less. There were only a handful of heartbeats that passed before Samantha skipped one in a quivering, blinding rush of pleasure that left her heaving even harder than she had before.\n\n It ran through her in waves, a bit like the rippling movements of her own body when Natasha got going – which she was still doing. Clearly, the Coyote hadn’t had her fill yet. Grunting and panting still, Samantha clutched the tablet tightly and tilted her head as much as her bloated neck would let her, trying to call out to Natasha, but unsure if she could even be heard through that much squelching, squishing blubber – or if she’d be listened to.\n\n “F-fuck! C’mon, I’m sorry! I didn-did-dzh…”\n\n There was a pinch and a clench from below, right at the peak of the raven’s swollen, entrenched sex. A familiar little pinprick of pain followed by another heady rush of overstimulation. Samantha grunted and tried to clench herself down around the muzzle nestled deep inside her, but it didn’t slow anything down when she managed it. All that came of it was a bit of thrashing that set her lard-wreathed frame into motion again. It left her gasping and moaning while her body shook like jelly.\n\n That shaking persisted, a bit longer than the last time. The raven’s nerves were still tingling ferociously for a good while after she tentatively caught her breath. Even her vision was still sparkling a bit around the edges, but that would clear up in a few seconds, as long as she had the opportunity to recover properly.\n\n “Alright, point made, just-”\n\n Which was not in the cards. Samantha clenched her fingers hard, losing her grip on the tablet in the process as it slid through the grease and grime on them and stuck to the edge of her breast. Down below, she felt and heard a loud sucking noise that seemed to be trying to cave in her cunt from the inside. It was enough to half blind her, setting Samantha shivering as her nerves were overwhelmed and her body started to buck and wobble from how intense Natasha’s thrashing below had gotten.\n\n It didn’t stop. Samantha was left ragged and thoroughly overloaded, unable to concentrate on anything as it seemed Natasha was only getting warmed up. The fourth time she came everything in the Raven had clenched as much as it was still able to, and she was still left stuck that way when Natasha began work on number five.\n\n The sixth took a bit longer, mostly on account of the clenching inflicting more than a few cramps across her body. Samantha did nothing to resist the urge to cry out at that, but either Natasha didn’t believe they were urgent or mistook them for moans of pleasure. Either one was possible, there was a lot of moaning going on.\n\n Samantha stopped cramping somewhere after the seventh, but before the eighth. Not that it improved her situation much – the raven was limp by then. Sweating, spent, unable to even move her head or arms. All she had left in her to do was a slow stream of whimpering and huffing her own stench off her chest. There was nothing left to draw on to try and beg for relief, since release had already come and gone – and come, and come, and come.\n\n Even the whimpering stopped eventually, as did the counting. Somewhere well north of ten shattering orgasms left Samantha hollowed out and desperate, just struggling to keep her lungs and heart working. Stringing thoughts together wasn’t even happening when she tried, her head was a sea of white noise and uncontrolled physical bliss. Enough of it that it had gotten a little torturous at this point.\n\n Strictly speaking, Samantha couldn’t even feel her sex anymore, so she wasn’t quite sure the mercy of it ending was even happening when it started. Her pussy was wholly numb, as well as half of her lower body. It wasn’t until her gut started to lift up toward the end of it that she was really sure Natasha was actually emerging, though it hardly looked like her girlfriend at this point.\n\n The white-furred Coyote had a faint haze around her, either that or the raven was hallucinating a blue aura around the supernatural woman. She was also completely drenched in sticky, slimy juices and grime. They clung to her over every inch of her body, saturating her fur and coated so thick that when she moved, she stretched out drizzling curtains of it under her arms and between her legs. It looked more like she was giving birth to Natasha than anything else, a slightly bloated Coyote sprung fully formed and sluggishly stumbling, rubbing an overfull gut, clinging and leaning against Samantha’s side until she passed out face-first in the side of the Raven’s fat feathered love handles.\n\n Samantha was in the process of passing out too, at that point. Finally, mercifully able to do so. She didn’t move in the process – couldn’t move even if she wanted to – apart from to allow her eyes to shut.\n\n It was some hours later when Samantha’s eyes opened again, which she only knew on account of the sun being up. Natasha was still snoring loudly against her side, the goo she’d emerged in having half-hardened into a vile, off-yellow shell of sorts.\n\n Shuddering, Samantha tried to work her limbs. They did at least move, though clumsily and slowly, still feeling as if they’d gone to sleep and were not agreeable about waking. It took her three tries to successfully grab her tablet, and another two to get it to power on. From there, it was more a case of patience to drag her fingers over the screen, leaving trails of filth film in the process, until she managed to load the voice to text app. Something she’d acquired when her fat fingers got to be a pain in the ass to type with.\n\n “Nnn-ngh n-note. N-no m-more porn at n-night. Not ever. S-snot worth it.”\n\n Watching the screen type out and autocorrect her words a bit, Samantha shuddered as it finished its work, then slumped forward against her own blubbery folds. This was not a mistake she’d make again. Until the next time, obviously.","description_bbcode_parsed":"Whenever the blubbery Raven woke it was always with a snort and a body-wide twitch, which was spread over quite a lot of body. It tended to shock Samantha that Natasha could sleep through it – particularly given that the Coyote who spent so much time cultivating the enormous heap of blubber she was now tended to sleep underneath her folds somewhere.
There wasn’t much rhyme or reason to when she woke up, either. What with the lack of being able to get out of bed, Samantha didn’t keep what one would call a ‘regular schedule’ anymore and it created awkward situations whenever she woke in the dead of night with Natasha still out. That was what had happened tonight, leaving her in a dark, quiet room with only the sounds of her girlfriend snoring somewhere around her left thigh and the gentle gurgling of her last meal working its way through her furnace of a stomach.
All this created the crux of the problem that always reared up when Samantha woke at this hour. Sitting in a dark room listening to herself digest got boring real fast. The only thing she had to offset the problem was her tablet, and it was an even bet whether or not it would slide too far down into the crevice under her tits for her to reach overnight. This time, though, luck was on the raven’s side. She was able to dig the grime-slick device out from her flesh by two fingers stretching as much as they could.
Exhaling, Samantha went about the rest of the process for this. Technically all of this was something her girlfriend had been trying to get her to stop for ages now, but the fat raven clung to what rebellions she still could while beached. Every once in a while, she’d order take out between the meals her white Coyote prepared for her and every once in a while, those meals would come with moist wipes she hid under the less-fondled rolls of fat around her neck. They were the only things she could smuggle in that were of any use cleaning the screen on the tablet off.
This ritual of hers had gone through changes here and there for Samantha. Currently, she’d gotten comfortable enough to at least let herself use sound when she watched something. It wasn’t easy hiding or cleaning headphones at first but then it had been made clear it was unnecessary – Natasha was a heavy sleeper for the vast majority of distractions. Nowadays the obese raven just let the volume play, cycling through whatever the app recommended for the most part. Letting it play in the corner of the screen while she browsed other things.
Inevitably, ‘other things’ tended to flirt with porn. Samantha didn’t even think about it really, she just flicked her sausage-thick fingers to the link folder and pulled up a favorite site, ready to kill a couple of hours laying there churning until she felt tired enough to doze off again.
It wasn’t exactly involved as rebellions went, but it was what Samantha could manage. Digging up art and photographs of the kind of predatory statuesque amazons she’d somehow ended up in the care of while listening to celebrities suffer eating spicy food during interviews was a queer sort of pleasure, but damned if she didn’t enjoy it just the same. It drew out the occasional chuckle and tremor from the raven’s immense frame – overflowing either end of a queen size bed – and jostling loose a rank bubbly fwurrrvvvbbt from her in the process.
Part of her worried for a moment that that would wake Natasha, but the Coyote with her filth-yellowed white fur kept snoring through. The raven, meanwhile, went back to perusing her porn – losing track of time, among other things.
Samantha’s biggest gripe about her situation was rooted in this situation. When she got hot and bothered there was nothing she could do about it, which was a species of problem – although not the kind of one that would seem obvious at first glance. The problem was it meant she just kept getting hornier, and eventually that started her squirming as best she could, leaking juices all over herself, having them pool in the fluffy crevice between her legs – seeping through her feathers and getting all over her. It was that, the first seeping trickles of it getting more than halfway out from under Samantha’s gut, that tickled the Coyote’s nose and left those sharp blue eyes of Natasha’s popping open.
The reaction was too fast for Samantha to do much, as if there was anything she could do.
“NAUGHTY!”
Eyes widening, Samantha nearly lost her grip on the tablet. Only clutching at it with both hands and smearing it across her filthy chest saved it from tumbling to the floor, and even then the touch screen was going a bit crazy by the time she recovered it.
“W-wait! Natasha, hang on! I’m not r-nghf….”
A rough, undulating bounce ran through Samantha’s body as her girlfriend vanished underneath her belly, well out of her reach. Whatever the Coyote was, she would’ve been too strong to restrain anyway. All Samantha could do was whimper as she felt her belly shuffle and lurch, felt her thighs forced uncomfortably apart by strong arms that were busy seeking her increasingly wet snatch.
It never helped that when this happened the kind of aggression it provoked from Natasha turned her on just a bit more.
“T-Tash, c’mon – come back out and we can t-ack!”
Samantha found herself unable to talk as she was forced into panting and gasping instead, fighting to breath properly when her girlfriend stuck her head right into that dripping cleft and started sucking, slurping, and grinding herself against all that needy bird flesh. With a practiced tongue, no less. There were only a handful of heartbeats that passed before Samantha skipped one in a quivering, blinding rush of pleasure that left her heaving even harder than she had before.
It ran through her in waves, a bit like the rippling movements of her own body when Natasha got going – which she was still doing. Clearly, the Coyote hadn’t had her fill yet. Grunting and panting still, Samantha clutched the tablet tightly and tilted her head as much as her bloated neck would let her, trying to call out to Natasha, but unsure if she could even be heard through that much squelching, squishing blubber – or if she’d be listened to.
“F-fuck! C’mon, I’m sorry! I didn-did-dzh…”
There was a pinch and a clench from below, right at the peak of the raven’s swollen, entrenched sex. A familiar little pinprick of pain followed by another heady rush of overstimulation. Samantha grunted and tried to clench herself down around the muzzle nestled deep inside her, but it didn’t slow anything down when she managed it. All that came of it was a bit of thrashing that set her lard-wreathed frame into motion again. It left her gasping and moaning while her body shook like jelly.
That shaking persisted, a bit longer than the last time. The raven’s nerves were still tingling ferociously for a good while after she tentatively caught her breath. Even her vision was still sparkling a bit around the edges, but that would clear up in a few seconds, as long as she had the opportunity to recover properly.
“Alright, point made, just-”
Which was not in the cards. Samantha clenched her fingers hard, losing her grip on the tablet in the process as it slid through the grease and grime on them and stuck to the edge of her breast. Down below, she felt and heard a loud sucking noise that seemed to be trying to cave in her cunt from the inside. It was enough to half blind her, setting Samantha shivering as her nerves were overwhelmed and her body started to buck and wobble from how intense Natasha’s thrashing below had gotten.
It didn’t stop. Samantha was left ragged and thoroughly overloaded, unable to concentrate on anything as it seemed Natasha was only getting warmed up. The fourth time she came everything in the Raven had clenched as much as it was still able to, and she was still left stuck that way when Natasha began work on number five.
The sixth took a bit longer, mostly on account of the clenching inflicting more than a few cramps across her body. Samantha did nothing to resist the urge to cry out at that, but either Natasha didn’t believe they were urgent or mistook them for moans of pleasure. Either one was possible, there was a lot of moaning going on.
Samantha stopped cramping somewhere after the seventh, but before the eighth. Not that it improved her situation much – the raven was limp by then. Sweating, spent, unable to even move her head or arms. All she had left in her to do was a slow stream of whimpering and huffing her own stench off her chest. There was nothing left to draw on to try and beg for relief, since release had already come and gone – and come, and come, and come.
Even the whimpering stopped eventually, as did the counting. Somewhere well north of ten shattering orgasms left Samantha hollowed out and desperate, just struggling to keep her lungs and heart working. Stringing thoughts together wasn’t even happening when she tried, her head was a sea of white noise and uncontrolled physical bliss. Enough of it that it had gotten a little torturous at this point.
Strictly speaking, Samantha couldn’t even feel her sex anymore, so she wasn’t quite sure the mercy of it ending was even happening when it started. Her pussy was wholly numb, as well as half of her lower body. It wasn’t until her gut started to lift up toward the end of it that she was really sure Natasha was actually emerging, though it hardly looked like her girlfriend at this point.
The white-furred Coyote had a faint haze around her, either that or the raven was hallucinating a blue aura around the supernatural woman. She was also completely drenched in sticky, slimy juices and grime. They clung to her over every inch of her body, saturating her fur and coated so thick that when she moved, she stretched out drizzling curtains of it under her arms and between her legs. It looked more like she was giving birth to Natasha than anything else, a slightly bloated Coyote sprung fully formed and sluggishly stumbling, rubbing an overfull gut, clinging and leaning against Samantha’s side until she passed out face-first in the side of the Raven’s fat feathered love handles.
Samantha was in the process of passing out too, at that point. Finally, mercifully able to do so. She didn’t move in the process – couldn’t move even if she wanted to – apart from to allow her eyes to shut.
It was some hours later when Samantha’s eyes opened again, which she only knew on account of the sun being up. Natasha was still snoring loudly against her side, the goo she’d emerged in having half-hardened into a vile, off-yellow shell of sorts.
Shuddering, Samantha tried to work her limbs. They did at least move, though clumsily and slowly, still feeling as if they’d gone to sleep and were not agreeable about waking. It took her three tries to successfully grab her tablet, and another two to get it to power on. From there, it was more a case of patience to drag her fingers over the screen, leaving trails of filth film in the process, until she managed to load the voice to text app. Something she’d acquired when her fat fingers got to be a pain in the ass to type with.
“Nnn-ngh n-note. N-no m-more porn at n-night. Not ever. S-snot worth it.”
Watching the screen type out and autocorrect her words a bit, Samantha shuddered as it finished its work, then slumped forward against her own blubbery folds. This was not a mistake she’d make again. Until the next time, obviously.","writing":"","writing_bbcode_parsed":"","pools_count":0,"title":"Late nights rotten appetites(story in description)","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"image/png","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"1","type_name":"Picture/Pinup","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"11","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}