chapter 6

Dwayne rose from his seat.

“This was a long way coming,” he said, drawing back for a very obvious punch.

Judy rose immediately. “Dwayne, think! The neighbors will see if she comes out with a bruise!” She stood there, hands out, ready to take a blow to the face for Roxxy.

“Fuck em,” he said, his eyes sober and cold.

“I can handle this,” Roxxy said, gently lifting her up and setting her down behind her.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Dwayne said to Judy, his eyes still on Roxxy. He swung a fist right for her nose.

Roxxy caught it in her left hand. It didn’t even thump particularly hard. He clearly wasn’t used to hitting people who hit back.

“Cute,” she said.

When he swung his second blow, she caught it, twisted his arm backwards, and stuffed his fingers in her mouth.

“Stop! You crazy cunt! What did I ever do to you?” he howled.

Judy reached up, frozen, eyes wide as Roxxy stretched her mouth wider.

The food had been incredible, of course, but her distended stomach hadn’t stopped rumbling. The salty sweat and gamy taste of skin only stimulated her appetite further.

Judy gasped. Without a word, she picked up a bottle of worchestireshire sauce from the table and poured it over her husband.

“What are you doing?”
“I didn’t have ketchup handy, or soy sauce,” Judy said, in a far-away voice. “Steak sauce would be like...like serving champagne with McDonalds.” A smile crept over her face, one that was disturbing to behold, even for Roxxy.

Her churning guts roared for more, and she focused on her food. The man screamed himself hoarse as she stretched her cheeks and sucked down his arms to the elbow, then pinned them together with a swallow. He stopped screaming, or screaming audibly, at least, when she got her lips around his head. It was then that she could truly appreciate how Judy’s choice of sauce helped with the gamy edge and enhanced the subtler flavors. The lemongrass and hickory aftershave was nice, too.

Dwayne started kicking. Judy got out of the range of swinging feet and darted to the kitchen.

“If you just wait a little, I’m sure I have a vidalia onion handy, and the turkey baster,” she called out, in a voice that was almost normal.

Roxxy couldn’t wait. She kept sucking past the man’s narrow, flat torso, disinterestedly gulped past his groin and ass, feeling the arms fold against the exquisite fare already digesting in her stomach. His head submerged, and the kicks became wilder for a moment, then much weaker. She felt his torso filling out the gnawing emptiness inside her.

Judy came back and gave the legs a good shove, just as Roxxy gulped again. Her pants busted open, her stomach spilling out past her knees, one drum-tight globe that forced her tits up against her chin. The shudder of delight when through her as she sucked down those denim-clad legs, then tasted the shoe leather and delicate, flour-stained fingers.

Roxxy forced herself to stop. Judy still had her fingers in Roxxy’s mouth, even as Roxxy pushed the feet back with her tongue. Judy’s eyes were hazy with need, her breath shallow, and her hips bucked gently against air.

“I’ll do anything you want,” Judy moaned.

Roxxy pulled out the fingers, closed her mouth, and swallowed. Her expanding belly slammed into Judy, almost knocking her off her feet. Instantly, those beautiful fingers started working, exploring, ever-so-gently carressing Roxxy’s bloated mass, while the housewife’s ample tits brushed against hers and the soaked-through dresss pressed against the lower curve of her gut.

It was too much for the chair to take. It creaked, then shattered, and Roxxy rolled onto her back.

“BWOOOORP”, Roxxy’s spontaneous belch rattled the good china and blew Judy’s hair into her eyes. Judy was now laying fully on top of her, arms as wide around the swollen circumference as they could go, her love juices dripping down towards Roxxy’s own thoroughly sodden underpants.

“Ex *urp* scuse mOWRp, me,” Roxxy said, burping and panting.

“I...can feel…him...kicking,” Judy moaned. She seemed in serious danger of going off completely without even getting undressed. Roxxy was just fine with that.

Roxxy could hardly move, but heat between her legs was getting unbearable.
“Hey, BURP, Judy, would you” she moaned, barely able to contain her excitement as the mass shifted inside her. Dwayne really was putting up a fight. “Would you do BELCH me a f-favor?”

“Sure,” Judy gasped.

“Normally, I *urp* would put you first...but uh..BRAAWP, I’m a little *hic* full right now...so URP could you please...eat me out?” All of her energy was going into digestion right now. She didn’t have the strength to reach up and finger the woman.

“Anything for a friend,” Judy laughed. She slowly, carefully rotated around, giving Roxxy a splendid view of her ass, and lowered her head down the massive curve of Roxxy’s overstuffed tummy. She ripped of the underwear and plunged down, tongue-first.

Roxxy screamed with delight. The scream turned to a thundering burp. Soon she was belching, moaning, and gasping for breath. Judy sucked her clit like a milkshake and never stopped grinding against her tight tummy. The shudder and twitching that sent shockwaves through her nearly-spherical gut confirmed that Roxxy wasn’t the only one getting off from this, and the warm gush of a geyser-like squirt and Judy’s wineglass-threatening scream of joy drove the point home. Love juices soaked her chest as the frantic sucking and humping continued.

It was a very long time before they both stopped orgasming, and Judy slid off her “friend” Roxxy.

*
“Rise and shine! Breakfast is ready!”

Judy stepped through the bedroom door with a platter of deviled eggs in one hand and a tray of turkey bacon in the other. Her best friend lay in the four-poster bed, sheets tangled up around her quivering, naked mass. The champion eater must be pushing at least 450 pounds, with saggy fat tits, kissable thighs bigger than Judy’s waist, and a double-decker belly that three women could be proud of. Roxxy blinked in the morning light and sniffed the air.

“Food?”

“Just something to start you off,” Judy said, setting the bacon down on the nightstand and handing her the deviled eggs. Roxxy crammed them all into her cheeks and swallowed without chewing.

“Why don’t you drop the bacon into my mouth while I finger you?” Roxxy said, with a lusty yawn. “The eggs are delicious, by the way. Just the, burp, right amount of mayonaise.” She licked her lips. “I can’t wait to see what else you have fixed for me.”

Judy gasped as Roxxy put a possessive hand on her crotch, already damp from the sight of her bare womanly girth.
“That sounds...really fun, and relaxing,” Judy said. As she dangled the slabs of meat above those kissable parted lips, she pondered something. She tried not to judge, or make assumptions, or lean into stereotypes, but Roxxy seemed, well, kind of gay.

Judy decided not to ask, as those plump little fingers plunged in between her labia, and she pushed more bacon into that chubby-cheeked maw, her other hand gently groping loose paunch fat. The last thing she wanted to do was endanger their friendship.