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Kittygirl!Reader x Mommy!Abby

The one thing Abby loved was that you always kept yourself soft, warm, and pliant for her. When she was wound up too tight, you'd pad across the couch to roll out on her lap, and she'd lay a thick, heavy palm on your back, petting down your shoulderblades to the base of your spine, fingering between your cheeks to grab a handful of soft, supple ass.

Your head would perk up, lips all soft, drooly and parted, eyes pearl-round gone, in the special place, just how she liked it. She made quick work of your boyshorts, unceremoniously tugging them around your knees before slicking up a finger through your juices.  Her hands were calloused, thick fingers pushing through the gummy ring of your cunt and exploring you deeper, as your hungry lips grabbed on for dear life. Her other hand fumbled with the buckle of her belt, pulling it from the loop. You winced instinctively, yet she dropped it chattering to the ground as she released her belt loop. From it, the blue of Abby's thick cock sprang forward, catching you in the chin. You whined, and she used her free thumb to part your lips, craning your head to the tip.

"Gotta glaze it up for me kitty, else 's gonna hurt goin' in."

Puppygirl!Reader x Owner!Ellie

Ellie loves being high around you, calls you her little stress ball. Plops you down in the center of her thighs, just boxers and a bra separating skin from skin, and draws in gently as her fingers pad around your body. Soon, you're toppled over onto the bed, Ellie squatting down to drag your panties to the side and deposit a spit slick finger into the warm, tight, and wet between your legs.

"Fuckin' like that baby? Know you do."

Her tattoed knuckles grazing down your lips, your neck and momentarily caressing the globe of a breast before hooking into your collar and pulling you forward, ghosting trails of ivory smoke into your little mouth.

"Good girl... pretty baby."

I am LITERALLY salivating at the mouth. I WANT THESE AS THE OFFICIAL POSTERS RN!!!!!!

ever been to a county fair? we should go to a county fair.

fair food and rides are a nausea-inducing combination as old as time. you probably wouldn't be the first or last to lose your lunch on the fairgrounds that day.

you'll always have something to eat or drink in hand, and i want you to at least try all the classics - funnel cake, chili fries, cotton candy, fried ice cream, elephant ears, giant cups of lemonade. i shower you with praise for each serving you finish.

your tummy starts to complain when you're halfway through the lemonade, but we both know you still have room, and i encourage you to finish it. it's not /that/ much, after all.

then we move away from the main food area towards the attractions. not the rides, of course, but there's a magic show. a good place to sit for a while, soothe your stomach and distract yourself a little as the food settles and gives you more room.

well, it would be if i didn't buy you popcorn. i mean, they're little, i say. so they won't take up any room, really.

so you eat your popcorn and i rub your belly and we both try to keep your burps from being /too/ loud.

next we head to the tent where they show off all the prize-winning vegetables and i pass you a pair of corn dogs. we wander through, taking our time. i have a hand on your tummy when i read aloud the card explaining how the farmers got these vegetables to grow so big, to swell past the point they normally would. your tummy churns under my hand and you finish the second corn dog. good boy.

by this point, your gait has changed, rounded tummy shifting back and forth with each step. you have to keep a hand on it to try to keep it calm, but it's a temporary measure. your tummy is churning. you're so full. i slip a soda into your other hand.

you swallow hard.

do you want to go to the car for privacy, or should we slip away to a quiet part of the fairgrounds where someone could walk past us at any point?

(part 1, i can write a part 2 depending on where you'd want to go!)

I whined just reading this 🫠. Being taken to a fair just to eat and be praised till my sick full stomach explodes is a top tier fantasy, anon, so congratulations you’ve hit a spot and it’s tender and wet for you.

Let’s see…being soooo uncomfortable already, I’d be tempted to go to the car. But knowing me I’d make you take me home and we both know by the give in my stomach that I can handle much more than this, even while I’m grunting uncomfortably and my shirt refuses to stay down (As long as you’re encouraging me to eat and reminding me how hot I am while I stuff my face). So even though I’m huffing and moaning and using my hands as back support while I waddle around with you, I pull you in and whimper how a quick belly rub tucked behind the tents would help make room for more.

I’m curious anon, how much do you think I could handle? And how/where, in your opinion, would you like to see me…loose my incredulous to digest lunch, so to speak?

Idk just wanted you see this thing.

*gasp*

A baby