“Nnn… cut it out~♥”
“It’s so soft though…”
“But it’s embarrassing! I… ahh…! I hate being reminded how fat I am…”
You lightly chuckled at that, feeling the warmth of your pudgy fennec girlfriend’s skin kneading through your fingers. She wasn’t fat by any means, but you supposed she’d always been a little more heavyset than most girls, and she never let you hear the end of it. An otherwise confident and extroverted girl, Polka’s extra weight not meshing with her personal beauty standards created a chink in her armor and caused her to act uncharacteristically shy whenever it was brought up, something you found rather endearing when contrasted with her unreserved eating habits.
Something about her tonight had been extra cute; maybe it was how gleeful she’d looked munching down on the lasagna you’d cooked her, or maybe it the way she’d had a little trouble squeezing out of her extravagant outfit and into a night gown, but it’d put you in a feelsy mood. The moment she’d climbed into bed with you, you hadn’t been able to resist hugging her plush belly from behind.
“C’mon, babe, you’re a bombshell~ I keep telling you you don’t have to worry about that around me.”
You slipped a hand up Polka’s shirt to cup the bottom of one of her breasts while your other slid downwards, grabbing a handful of her lower potbelly and sticking a thumb in her bellybutton. She moaned slightly at the stimulation before blushing furiously and trying to quiet herself down (which only resulted in her squeaks turning into similarly erotic ragged breaths). Cupping the girl’s fat lovingly, you swooned over how it sagged down ever so slightly into a thin roll over her waist these days, creating a motherly swell that jiggled when she moved and was warm and damp to the touch. You savored the short moments at the beginning and end of the day when it wasn’t hidden by her flashy skirt and exposed how greedy she could be.
A few moments of teasing her gut and several stifled moans later, she suddenly spoke again with a whisper.
“But I really don’t like this tummy I’m getting…”
“That mean you want me to stop rubbing it?”
“No! I… ah…”
You grinned and moved your mouth closer to her fluffy ear, causing her to shiver and blush harder.
“No, huh? Guess I’ll just keep doing as I please then.”
Both of your hands slid lower, cupping the curvature of her ass.
“Grab my wrist if you want me to stop, okay?”
Hearing that, the fennec bit her lip and curled even further inwards with a nervous frown, but as you kissed at her neck and massaged all around her flabby torso and butt, she made not a single move to stop you. Feeling her thighs twitch expectantly, you made a final assault, targeting her womanhood and the sensitive center of her stomach at the same time, and in a gasp of surprised pleasure, you felt her jiggle in release.
Laying there in the afterglow, you leaned over her shoulders to meet her gaze and found a pouty set of cheeks and averted eyes.
“You up for donuts and ice cream tomorrow?”
Polka’s eyes turned towards you to begin a glare, but at that very moment, her belly let out a hungry growl that lasted several seconds and caused her to embarrassedly shrink inwards even further. Blushing in silence for a moment while watching you struggle not to laugh, she rolled over and gave you an almost painfully tight hug, burying her face in your chest.
“Pervert.”
“That a no?”
“…I want a whole dozen.”