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@inflatable-gonk-rp
Don't tell anyone this, but I got footage of Meredith Stout inflating her implants to giga proportions. Woman's a size queen and I don't mean cock. Kept screaming "Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you." as she burst through million eddie threads. I think the woman can't cum unless she's blimping out of expensive clothes.
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Fucking embarrassing working nights at Lizzy's and then trying to be taken seriously as a merc. Told a guy to freeze at gun point, and he called me "balloon butt" FML. 🙄
I don't see how its anyone's business if I turn into a blueberry a girl's body is her body. Let her chip herself how she wants.
Her massive yoga ball balloons of cheeks wubbed and bobbed as V shuffled into the room, trying not to spill her load. There was a soft clink of ice against glass, as the hacker carried the plastic drink tray on her gigantic bubble butt trying not to throw the drinks off as her big booty gently (but massively) bobbed with each step. Her titanic tush straining her overstuffed net running suit. "S-suze told me to bring you a drink while I was on rounds. Or whatever. Make sure you're not overheating down here in all the equipment." The freckled nose was turning hot pink. The hacker trying not to make eye contact with the Judy as she bent forward slightly, and offered the girl a drink on slightly stuck out rump. (netV @inflatable-gonk-rp)
Judy could tell who it was without even needing to turn around, hearing the outfit creaking under strain, and the slow, nervous shuffle of a woman desperate not to spill something. Only one person around here was being made to use her own enormously ballooned rump as a tray.
"Hey, V. Suze still making you walk around like that huh?" She greeted V, reaching over to take the precious cargo of an ice cooled drink, taking a sip of it. Perfectly refreshing on this baking hot day.
"Thanks, just what the BD Editor ordered. You got time for a break? You can always chill down here with me for a bit." She tapped her foot against the extra wide chair next to her. Since V came down there a lot, and was usually ballooned into next week, Judy had cobbled together a chair that would hopefully be more comfortable for the Netrunner.
Free of the last glass, V exhaled. Her tush drooped a bit as she relaxed. Wiping her sweaty blue hair to the side of her face and away from her mouth, she pulled the tray into folded arms against her stomach. There was a loud squeak, like squashed balloons and a groan of synthetic materials as she sat on her big donk. The thing bulging against her special chair. "Thanks. Fuck Judy." V sighed. "Yeah, the second she found out about my...special implants...she won't let me work without them. I mean I rake in BIG tips. Lizzies makes fat cash every night I work. No one touches me cuz of the Mox and it beats getting shot at but like... Everyone's always staring at me and it's..." Her face turned red once again. "Fucking hell Judy, she's thinking about getting me a little cocktail dress or Maid outfit to wear over my suit!"
"I mean, I can see why, if I was a customer I'd be buying drinks all night with you on duty. But if it's making you feel bad, or it's taking a toll on you, lemme know. I can always mention something to Suzie, or make up some gonk scan that means you need a break every so often." Judy didn't like seeing the ones she cared about being treated badly or exploited.
"That could be an idea actually. I'll order drinks down here, gives you more of a chance to get away from up there. Give your legs a break too. Or I could fabricate a request for a BD from your perspective or something and give you an extended break that way?" She threw a couple of ideas out there, sipping her drink again.
"You would?" V sat up a little straighter, instinctively arching her back. She almost asked if Judy was into that sort of thing. But she didn't have the nerve. Her fat donk ground audibly against the chair as she subconsciously stuck it out a bit.
"I mean. I got these chipped." She rubbed her big booty. "Like I like it. I'm into it. But usually at home. But to wobble around at Lizzy's? Giant fucking ass carrying drinks? The girls snickering? The staring. The corpo phone numbers under bills. The cat calling? Its humiliating." V burried her face into her hands. "And I kinda like that too. Shit that probably sounds fucking gonk." V slumped, resting her pouting chin on her knuckles, propped up on one big thigh.
"I just get a little flustered is all." She pinched her thighs together and looked away from Judy. "Hard to keep a clear head. Idk how the girls do it."
"Yeah, I would. I'm no better than the average guy up there when it comes to my taste in girls, V~" She could read body language fairly well, knowing what V had been wanting to ask. "I totally get what you mean too, about enjoying it in your own personal space, to yourself. It's why I like to make my BDs down here or at home. I can immerse myself in whatever I'm scrolling or editing. Like you probably do when you're at home with all that to yourself." She gestured with her drink-holding hand to V's enormous rump.
She thought for a few moments. "It's not gonk at all, you can't control what you like. Like you enjoy one thing when it's coming from someone you know, but not the same thing from someone else. Then your brain fights with itself and you just get static up there. I've been then, believe me. Not the giant ass part, the conflicting thoughts part." She chuckled, gently poking the side of V's rump, before she finished her drink. She was half tempted to rest it back on those cheeks, but for now just set it down on the desk.
"I dunno. The idea of being so...so big and helpless. Like, trapped under my own tits or giant ass. Flopping about. People watching me walk by and not wondering KNOWING that they're staring." V inhaled and in spite of herself let out a shuddering sigh of contentment. "But omg the pickup lines."
V's rump squirked as suddenly leaned forward in deadly seriousness.
"Judy theres gonks out there with a netrunner fetish. The suits a big turn on.. sure. But like, they want me to like, short circuit them. Got an electro play fetish. Or paralyze them or like corpos who want me to steal all their money, and findom them! People try to get creative. One guy asked me..." the hacker put her hands to her temples. "...one guy said my ICE must be thick, because with a backdoor that wide everyone wanted to breach it!"
A very nervous looking girl in an Aldacaldos jacket, and the TIGHTEST black and cactus green unitard you've ever seen showing off her figure approaches V. Her eyes flit nervously to the woman's big belly, then down to her own feet. Then back again before meeting V's gaze. She makes a face like she's about to say something mouth open, but instead come a flurry of gestures incredibly quick, clearly nervous. They slow as quickly as they start as the brunette realizes the big merc might not know sign language. This seems to make what she's asking even MORE embarrassing for her. Inhaling. Exhaling. Pursing her lips, wrinkling her brow (as if bracing for the worst) she makes a gesture to V's belly, then makes a patting motion on her own trim stomach, while still pointing at V's. She seems to be asking to touch V's belly. (nomadV @inflatable-gonk-rp)
V at first thought there was something wrong with the girl, standing up from where she'd been leaning against in case she needed help. That movement alone made her tubby little ball of a belly jiggle and bounce, especially towards the lower end, where the fat was starting to hang down from. While she had a basic grasp of sign language from her time as a Corpo, she wasn't quite able to translate this nervous, slightly flailing dialect. She could make out a question 'Can I?' but nothing else yet.
"You alright there, Choom? Someone fallen down a well?" She tried to play it off with a joke, she could tell the girl was nervous, bless her. Then the simpler gestures started to click. She couldn't help but laugh heartily, leaning against the wall for support as she had the biggest, proper laugh she'd had in a while. "Oh God, you're adorable. You wanna rub my belly? That's so fuckin' cute. Go right ahead, you little gonk." She gestured to her exposed tummy, she usually let it bounce freely these days for comfort.
Grabbing V's chubby mitt in both hands she tugs. Leading her away to the street.
Her cat irises glowed an electric blue, and after a moment a slow, black '45 Thornton Colby rolled to a stop in front of them.
The "Coyote" was too conspicuous in the city. And her old Rattler, (The Nomad's pride and joy) needed new suspension. This slow black, station wagon would be perfect.
V(n) tugged at the woman's hand, bending over as she struggled to actually pull the chubby woman over to her ride.
The locks popped, and running around the back of the car the Nomad crossed traffic to hop in the drivers seat.
V took the hint and let herself be pulled along by V(n) towards the car, after a brief moment of teasing her by rooting herself to the ground. Not difficult given how small the other woman was in comparison! She nodded approvingly at the car as it pulled up, getting into the passenger seat. It was surprisingly comfortable for her, she didn't feel like she was being squashed by it, despite being too big for it. Or at least bigger than the regular person it was designed for.
"Nice wheels, blends in better than mine." V remarked. Her normal ride was a Militech Hellhound, tricked out to be able to outrun some sportier cars, despite weighing many tons more (she had no idea how the mechanics managed that). Driver clearly matched the car in this case~
She took in the views of buildings and people for a few minutes as they drove through the city, occasional bumps on the road, as well as normal handing, making her tummy jiggle and bounce on her lap. A smirk formed on her lips as an idea formed in her head. When they got to one of the long straight overpass roads, she gently reached over to pluck V(n)'s free hand up and guide it over to rest on her doughball of a tummy~
V(n) made a warbled sound, like an over processed, electronic harmonica and nearly drove them into a concrete barrier.
Her hand suddenly forced onto the soft jiggly tum in the dark over the overpass.
She quickly engaged the autodrive, and the car righted itself with her programmed destination. Leaving the Nomad to let her ears turned pink under that soft black hair again.
Sticking her ring finger in the belly button she just held it like a bowling ball. Letting the occasional bump slap it against her palm and feeling its heft jiggle about.
The girl shrimped a bit, still embarassed as the tough girl held her hand against the ball of a gut.
She still couldn't fucking believe after weeks of seeing her around night city, this woman ACTUALLY said yes.
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A very nervous looking girl in an Aldacaldos jacket, and the TIGHTEST black and cactus green unitard you've ever seen showing off her figure approaches V. Her eyes flit nervously to the woman's big belly, then down to her own feet. Then back again before meeting V's gaze. She makes a face like she's about to say something mouth open, but instead come a flurry of gestures incredibly quick, clearly nervous. They slow as quickly as they start as the brunette realizes the big merc might not know sign language. This seems to make what she's asking even MORE embarrassing for her. Inhaling. Exhaling. Pursing her lips, wrinkling her brow (as if bracing for the worst) she makes a gesture to V's belly, then makes a patting motion on her own trim stomach, while still pointing at V's. She seems to be asking to touch V's belly. (nomadV @inflatable-gonk-rp)
V at first thought there was something wrong with the girl, standing up from where she'd been leaning against in case she needed help. That movement alone made her tubby little ball of a belly jiggle and bounce, especially towards the lower end, where the fat was starting to hang down from. While she had a basic grasp of sign language from her time as a Corpo, she wasn't quite able to translate this nervous, slightly flailing dialect. She could make out a question 'Can I?' but nothing else yet.
"You alright there, Choom? Someone fallen down a well?" She tried to play it off with a joke, she could tell the girl was nervous, bless her. Then the simpler gestures started to click. She couldn't help but laugh heartily, leaning against the wall for support as she had the biggest, proper laugh she'd had in a while. "Oh God, you're adorable. You wanna rub my belly? That's so fuckin' cute. Go right ahead, you little gonk." She gestured to her exposed tummy, she usually let it bounce freely these days for comfort.
Grabbing V's chubby mitt in both hands she tugs. Leading her away to the street.
Her cat irises glowed an electric blue, and after a moment a slow, black '45 Thornton Colby rolled to a stop in front of them.
The "Coyote" was too conspicuous in the city. And her old Rattler, (The Nomad's pride and joy) needed new suspension. This slow black, station wagon would be perfect.
V(n) tugged at the woman's hand, bending over as she struggled to actually pull the chubby woman over to her ride.
The locks popped, and running around the back of the car the Nomad crossed traffic to hop in the drivers seat.
A very nervous looking girl in an Aldacaldos jacket, and the TIGHTEST black and cactus green unitard you've ever seen showing off her figure approaches V. Her eyes flit nervously to the woman's big belly, then down to her own feet. Then back again before meeting V's gaze. She makes a face like she's about to say something mouth open, but instead come a flurry of gestures incredibly quick, clearly nervous. They slow as quickly as they start as the brunette realizes the big merc might not know sign language. This seems to make what she's asking even MORE embarrassing for her. Inhaling. Exhaling. Pursing her lips, wrinkling her brow (as if bracing for the worst) she makes a gesture to V's belly, then makes a patting motion on her own trim stomach, while still pointing at V's. She seems to be asking to touch V's belly. (nomadV @inflatable-gonk-rp)
V at first thought there was something wrong with the girl, standing up from where she'd been leaning against in case she needed help. That movement alone made her tubby little ball of a belly jiggle and bounce, especially towards the lower end, where the fat was starting to hang down from. While she had a basic grasp of sign language from her time as a Corpo, she wasn't quite able to translate this nervous, slightly flailing dialect. She could make out a question 'Can I?' but nothing else yet.
"You alright there, Choom? Someone fallen down a well?" She tried to play it off with a joke, she could tell the girl was nervous, bless her. Then the simpler gestures started to click. She couldn't help but laugh heartily, leaning against the wall for support as she had the biggest, proper laugh she'd had in a while. "Oh God, you're adorable. You wanna rub my belly? That's so fuckin' cute. Go right ahead, you little gonk." She gestured to her exposed tummy, she usually let it bounce freely these days for comfort.
The Aldacaldo girl (if anything) seemed even more nervous. But there was a palpable excitement as she watched to soft fat jiggle when the merc moved.
She peered up at V's eyes then at her big belly, an involuntary grin split her face as she stared. She suppressed it, failed, and tried to get her excitement under control.
Reaching out, her hand made it within an inch of the tummy, before it jumped back. Grinning stupidly she shook her hands out.
Then slowly she put her palm against the soft round tum. Fuck. It was so big. So warm.
She then rubbed it gently. A slow big circle.
So soft...
The giddy grin returned. Light headed. Heart pounding. Heat in her face. A pink flushed spread from cheekbone to cheekbone and across her nose.
The girl went for broke: she gave it the smallest, gentlest squeeze.
V was patient, especially when dealing with such adorable scenarios as this. She didn't push the Nomad or hurry her, she wanted this to be enjoyable on their terms. Seeing that big grin forming, the red surging across her face, it warmed V's heart that someone could feel such glee, raw and practically palatable, over a soft tummy like this.
"That good huh?~" She asked, semi rhetorically, content with letting the sweet Nomad have her fun. Her tummy was round, always had been, but recently the lower section had been starting to sag down, the excess adipose collecting down there for some reason.
The top felt like a big doughy mass, fingers able to sink deeper and deeper if one pressed enough. Meanwhile the lower half felt more...empty? Certainly less dense, more wobbly and prone to jiggle from movements. Two different experiences in one doughball of a tum~
V reached up, her black-painted chrome hand gently patting her on the head, hoping to help set her at ease. She was safe and this was more than welcome behaviour, V was more than happy that she was here and happy for her to remain.
The Nomad was already feeling flustered at being called "little gonk", she was not ready for the head pat and curled up a bit but did not resist.
The girl groped the fat belly for support her fingers digging deep into the soft pudge, and visibly shivered, closing her eyes trying not to lean into it. Trying not to whine. Trying to catch her breath. Trying to be very normal about this big hottie just letting her squeeze her fat in public like this. She slowly tucked her hands under the shelf of the protruding dome, and cupped her hands, bounced the big belly: ALL of V shook from the heft and weight. Her tum fat. Her soft tits, her doughy arms. Her thick thighs. Everything jiggled. V was so plush. The brunette couldn't think straight. This woman had been nice enough to let a random weirdo just touch her gut. She had to get control!
Putting on a brave "normal" face and gestured to herself. Then made a sign with her fingers extending her index and middle toward V while continuing to indicate herself. Two? A rude gesture? Scissors? A peace sign?
Luckily for the little Nomad, V happened to be into her plushness, hence why she let that doughball belly bounce freely in the breeze, her tank top way too small for her these days. Her arms always open too, real blubber at the top, with simulated softness down her chromed up forearms. She was dedicated enough to keep the soft look going even to her Cyberware~
She raised an eyebrow at the little gesture she made, processing it for a moment. "V? You're called V too? That right? Nice to meet you, V" She smiled, trying to dismiss thoughts that it was actually a proposition instead. This girl was far too nervous for that sort of question.
Unlike her Nomad counterpart here, fatty V was able to keep a relatively cool face while her belly was practically being worshipped, even when internally she was greatly enjoying the adorable adulation she was getting. Her resting Corpo face only faltering when her entire body has jiggled, breaking into a slightly opened-mouthed grin.
"You know your way 'round a belly, don't you, cutie? You're doin' great~ You can feel how soft and squishy it is can't you? How deep your fingers can sink in..." She said softly to the Nomad V, grinning a little more at how cute and flustered she was.
V(n) blustered into a huge grin looked away, and shrugged. Slouching as if she curled up a little it'd protect her from the embarrassment. She just nodded politely leaning back a bit. Then, (almost jokingly) grabbed the belly one last time and gave it an affirmative little jiggle. She stared at it longingly. The image of dropping to her knees, and shoving her face in that big round belly torturing her. This girl would let her. She saw it in her eyes. She'd probably even push the back of her head. the nomad swallowed hard. Coughing and putting on a more serious face (her ears still pink) the Nomad looked directly in V's eyes made a puppet of her hand, and pointed the mouth toward her own and mimed taking a bite: Surely everyone knew the sign for "pizza" surely? But to emphasize she rubbed her own belly. She quickly made like she was holding a hamburger, then like she was holding a takeout box, and shoveling it with chopsticks pointing between them and rubbing her tummy again.
My Gonk sister in her fucking corpo pad. Who knew being a fucking drifter paid so fucking well? -netV
A very nervous looking girl in an Aldacaldos jacket, and the TIGHTEST black and cactus green unitard you've ever seen showing off her figure approaches V. Her eyes flit nervously to the woman's big belly, then down to her own feet. Then back again before meeting V's gaze. She makes a face like she's about to say something mouth open, but instead come a flurry of gestures incredibly quick, clearly nervous. They slow as quickly as they start as the brunette realizes the big merc might not know sign language. This seems to make what she's asking even MORE embarrassing for her. Inhaling. Exhaling. Pursing her lips, wrinkling her brow (as if bracing for the worst) she makes a gesture to V's belly, then makes a patting motion on her own trim stomach, while still pointing at V's. She seems to be asking to touch V's belly. (nomadV @inflatable-gonk-rp)
V at first thought there was something wrong with the girl, standing up from where she'd been leaning against in case she needed help. That movement alone made her tubby little ball of a belly jiggle and bounce, especially towards the lower end, where the fat was starting to hang down from. While she had a basic grasp of sign language from her time as a Corpo, she wasn't quite able to translate this nervous, slightly flailing dialect. She could make out a question 'Can I?' but nothing else yet.
"You alright there, Choom? Someone fallen down a well?" She tried to play it off with a joke, she could tell the girl was nervous, bless her. Then the simpler gestures started to click. She couldn't help but laugh heartily, leaning against the wall for support as she had the biggest, proper laugh she'd had in a while. "Oh God, you're adorable. You wanna rub my belly? That's so fuckin' cute. Go right ahead, you little gonk." She gestured to her exposed tummy, she usually let it bounce freely these days for comfort.
The Aldacaldo girl (if anything) seemed even more nervous. But there was a palpable excitement as she watched to soft fat jiggle when the merc moved.
She peered up at V's eyes then at her big belly, an involuntary grin split her face as she stared. She suppressed it, failed, and tried to get her excitement under control.
Reaching out, her hand made it within an inch of the tummy, before it jumped back. Grinning stupidly she shook her hands out.
Then slowly she put her palm against the soft round tum. Fuck. It was so big. So warm.
She then rubbed it gently. A slow big circle.
So soft...
The giddy grin returned. Light headed. Heart pounding. Heat in her face. A pink flushed spread from cheekbone to cheekbone and across her nose.
The girl went for broke: she gave it the smallest, gentlest squeeze.
V was patient, especially when dealing with such adorable scenarios as this. She didn't push the Nomad or hurry her, she wanted this to be enjoyable on their terms. Seeing that big grin forming, the red surging across her face, it warmed V's heart that someone could feel such glee, raw and practically palatable, over a soft tummy like this.
"That good huh?~" She asked, semi rhetorically, content with letting the sweet Nomad have her fun. Her tummy was round, always had been, but recently the lower section had been starting to sag down, the excess adipose collecting down there for some reason.
The top felt like a big doughy mass, fingers able to sink deeper and deeper if one pressed enough. Meanwhile the lower half felt more...empty? Certainly less dense, more wobbly and prone to jiggle from movements. Two different experiences in one doughball of a tum~
V reached up, her black-painted chrome hand gently patting her on the head, hoping to help set her at ease. She was safe and this was more than welcome behaviour, V was more than happy that she was here and happy for her to remain.
The Nomad was already feeling flustered at being called "little gonk", she was not ready for the head pat and curled up a bit but did not resist.
The girl groped the fat belly for support her fingers digging deep into the soft pudge, and visibly shivered, closing her eyes trying not to lean into it. Trying not to whine. Trying to catch her breath. Trying to be very normal about this big hottie just letting her squeeze her fat in public like this. She slowly tucked her hands under the shelf of the protruding dome, and cupped her hands, bounced the big belly: ALL of V shook from the heft and weight. Her tum fat. Her soft tits, her doughy arms. Her thick thighs. Everything jiggled. V was so plush. The brunette couldn't think straight. This woman had been nice enough to let a random weirdo just touch her gut. She had to get control!
Putting on a brave "normal" face and gestured to herself. Then made a sign with her fingers extending her index and middle toward V while continuing to indicate herself. Two? A rude gesture? Scissors? A peace sign?
Her massive yoga ball balloons of cheeks wubbed and bobbed as V shuffled into the room, trying not to spill her load. There was a soft clink of ice against glass, as the hacker carried the plastic drink tray on her gigantic bubble butt trying not to throw the drinks off as her big booty gently (but massively) bobbed with each step. Her titanic tush straining her overstuffed net running suit. "S-suze told me to bring you a drink while I was on rounds. Or whatever. Make sure you're not overheating down here in all the equipment." The freckled nose was turning hot pink. The hacker trying not to make eye contact with the Judy as she bent forward slightly, and offered the girl a drink on slightly stuck out rump. (netV @inflatable-gonk-rp)
Judy could tell who it was without even needing to turn around, hearing the outfit creaking under strain, and the slow, nervous shuffle of a woman desperate not to spill something. Only one person around here was being made to use her own enormously ballooned rump as a tray.
"Hey, V. Suze still making you walk around like that huh?" She greeted V, reaching over to take the precious cargo of an ice cooled drink, taking a sip of it. Perfectly refreshing on this baking hot day.
"Thanks, just what the BD Editor ordered. You got time for a break? You can always chill down here with me for a bit." She tapped her foot against the extra wide chair next to her. Since V came down there a lot, and was usually ballooned into next week, Judy had cobbled together a chair that would hopefully be more comfortable for the Netrunner.
Free of the last glass, V exhaled. Her tush drooped a bit as she relaxed. Wiping her sweaty blue hair to the side of her face and away from her mouth, she pulled the tray into folded arms against her stomach. There was a loud squeak, like squashed balloons and a groan of synthetic materials as she sat on her big donk. The thing bulging against her special chair. "Thanks. Fuck Judy." V sighed. "Yeah, the second she found out about my...special implants...she won't let me work without them. I mean I rake in BIG tips. Lizzies makes fat cash every night I work. No one touches me cuz of the Mox and it beats getting shot at but like... Everyone's always staring at me and it's..." Her face turned red once again. "Fucking hell Judy, she's thinking about getting me a little cocktail dress or Maid outfit to wear over my suit!"
"I mean, I can see why, if I was a customer I'd be buying drinks all night with you on duty. But if it's making you feel bad, or it's taking a toll on you, lemme know. I can always mention something to Suzie, or make up some gonk scan that means you need a break every so often." Judy didn't like seeing the ones she cared about being treated badly or exploited.
"That could be an idea actually. I'll order drinks down here, gives you more of a chance to get away from up there. Give your legs a break too. Or I could fabricate a request for a BD from your perspective or something and give you an extended break that way?" She threw a couple of ideas out there, sipping her drink again.
"You would?" V sat up a little straighter, instinctively arching her back. She almost asked if Judy was into that sort of thing. But she didn't have the nerve. Her fat donk ground audibly against the chair as she subconsciously stuck it out a bit.
"I mean. I got these chipped." She rubbed her big booty. "Like I like it. I'm into it. But usually at home. But to wobble around at Lizzy's? Giant fucking ass carrying drinks? The girls snickering? The staring. The corpo phone numbers under bills. The cat calling? Its humiliating." V burried her face into her hands. "And I kinda like that too. Shit that probably sounds fucking gonk." V slumped, resting her pouting chin on her knuckles, propped up on one big thigh.
"I just get a little flustered is all." She pinched her thighs together and looked away from Judy. "Hard to keep a clear head. Idk how the girls do it."
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A very nervous looking girl in an Aldacaldos jacket, and the TIGHTEST black and cactus green unitard you've ever seen showing off her figure approaches V. Her eyes flit nervously to the woman's big belly, then down to her own feet. Then back again before meeting V's gaze. She makes a face like she's about to say something mouth open, but instead come a flurry of gestures incredibly quick, clearly nervous. They slow as quickly as they start as the brunette realizes the big merc might not know sign language. This seems to make what she's asking even MORE embarrassing for her. Inhaling. Exhaling. Pursing her lips, wrinkling her brow (as if bracing for the worst) she makes a gesture to V's belly, then makes a patting motion on her own trim stomach, while still pointing at V's. She seems to be asking to touch V's belly. (nomadV @inflatable-gonk-rp)
V at first thought there was something wrong with the girl, standing up from where she'd been leaning against in case she needed help. That movement alone made her tubby little ball of a belly jiggle and bounce, especially towards the lower end, where the fat was starting to hang down from. While she had a basic grasp of sign language from her time as a Corpo, she wasn't quite able to translate this nervous, slightly flailing dialect. She could make out a question 'Can I?' but nothing else yet.
"You alright there, Choom? Someone fallen down a well?" She tried to play it off with a joke, she could tell the girl was nervous, bless her. Then the simpler gestures started to click. She couldn't help but laugh heartily, leaning against the wall for support as she had the biggest, proper laugh she'd had in a while. "Oh God, you're adorable. You wanna rub my belly? That's so fuckin' cute. Go right ahead, you little gonk." She gestured to her exposed tummy, she usually let it bounce freely these days for comfort.
The Aldacaldo girl (if anything) seemed even more nervous. But there was a palpable excitement as she watched to soft fat jiggle when the merc moved.
She peered up at V's eyes then at her big belly, an involuntary grin split her face as she stared. She suppressed it, failed, and tried to get her excitement under control.
Reaching out, her hand made it within an inch of the tummy, before it jumped back. Grinning stupidly she shook her hands out.
Then slowly she put her palm against the soft round tum. Fuck. It was so big. So warm.
She then rubbed it gently. A slow big circle.
So soft...
The giddy grin returned. Light headed. Heart pounding. Heat in her face. A pink flushed spread from cheekbone to cheekbone and across her nose.
The girl went for broke: she gave it the smallest, gentlest squeeze.
(BTW my approach to rping in other ppls cyberpunk universes is just
"No fucking way YOUR name is V too!? And you know judy/panam too!? You mean she lost her Thornton TWICE? TO THE SAME ASSHOLE? Crazy coincidence. We could be like TWINS man!")
Her massive yoga ball balloons of cheeks wubbed and bobbed as V shuffled into the room, trying not to spill her load. There was a soft clink of ice against glass, as the hacker carried the plastic drink tray on her gigantic bubble butt trying not to throw the drinks off as her big booty gently (but massively) bobbed with each step. Her titanic tush straining her overstuffed net running suit. "S-suze told me to bring you a drink while I was on rounds. Or whatever. Make sure you're not overheating down here in all the equipment." The freckled nose was turning hot pink. The hacker trying not to make eye contact with the Judy as she bent forward slightly, and offered the girl a drink on slightly stuck out rump. (netV @inflatable-gonk-rp)
Judy could tell who it was without even needing to turn around, hearing the outfit creaking under strain, and the slow, nervous shuffle of a woman desperate not to spill something. Only one person around here was being made to use her own enormously ballooned rump as a tray.
"Hey, V. Suze still making you walk around like that huh?" She greeted V, reaching over to take the precious cargo of an ice cooled drink, taking a sip of it. Perfectly refreshing on this baking hot day.
"Thanks, just what the BD Editor ordered. You got time for a break? You can always chill down here with me for a bit." She tapped her foot against the extra wide chair next to her. Since V came down there a lot, and was usually ballooned into next week, Judy had cobbled together a chair that would hopefully be more comfortable for the Netrunner.
Free of the last glass, V exhaled. Her tush drooped a bit as she relaxed. Wiping her sweaty blue hair to the side of her face and away from her mouth, she pulled the tray into folded arms against her stomach. There was a loud squeak, like squashed balloons and a groan of synthetic materials as she sat on her big donk. The thing bulging against her special chair. "Thanks. Fuck Judy." V sighed. "Yeah, the second she found out about my...special implants...she won't let me work without them. I mean I rake in BIG tips. Lizzies makes fat cash every night I work. No one touches me cuz of the Mox and it beats getting shot at but like... Everyone's always staring at me and it's..." Her face turned red once again. "Fucking hell Judy, she's thinking about getting me a little cocktail dress or Maid outfit to wear over my suit!"
Fuck. My big balloon butt is stuck in the doorway again. Can someone come give me a push?
So Mi fried my system and just sat on my face while I was rebooting. Couldn't fucking move. Girl's heavier than she looks.
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Ugh got my ass fucking stuck getting out of Panam's thorton. My tits started swelling up shortly after. Whole fucking camp had to grab my arms and pull. Kill me know I was like an hourglass bimbo gonk.
I fucking love night city~
