There’s something special about that period where a couple has been dating long enough to loosen up and let it hang out, but fresh enough to still savor that erogenous exploratory phase where one other tries to massage out who is into what, and done in what way.
It was a serendipitous day when the orc and the elf discovered they shared similar proclivities; especially in such a complimentary manner. Ceran was always teetering on the edge of abandoning the fitness-hunk facade. His fetishistic fantasies consisted of dropping all pretenses and letting himself go, letting go to his unremitting appetite, letting go into a rippling mound of lard punishing the couch beneath him into the shape of a crescent. Societal status quo prevented him from dipping more than a mere toe into the gaining waters, but to escalate to proper poundage that couldn’t be tucked away by a sharp inhale? He merely needed to be granted permission. Seth was more than happy to provide it, fostering his encouragement through heated handlings and honeyed words to underscore his affection for his romantic partner’s fattening frame. It was remarkable how easily he could descend once inhibitions have been dismissed.
Quickly did his tapered muscled-studded waist melt away into a dome of tender flab, it’s heft billowing out over his belt buckle with an indecent wobble. Shirts of his old wardrobe weakened across his growing girth, failing expertly at hugging in all that bountiful belly flesh that always found a way to spill out at the bottom. There was no denying that it took some adapting, both from the tracing stares of his peers watching the former fitness enthusiast eat himself into obesity, and from the sheer obstacle of his buttery bulk lumbering through their world. A few inferior chairs met their end as he carelessly loaded himself atop them, and the enormity of his voluminous rear challenged the width of doorways. Regardless, the magic of this cozy hedonism was an intoxicating experience, and it was hardly long before the man filled out their couch like a retired football player. Lazily his claws scratched across his air-exposed gut, drawing beneath his underbelly and stirring around the gathering cushion of fat pad that sought to consume additional inches from his hefty cock. He rumbled out a labored grunt as he sat himself up, accompanied by tits atop gut rolling in a slow watery wobble, just threatening to overflow from his tanktop’s neckline. The moment he was on his feet, the eager orc was not far behind. Fervent hands guided themselves to either side of the man’s massive middle, smoothing affectionately across the hills and valleys of his pillowy layers of rolls before clutching hearty handfuls around the elf’s loaf-like lovehandles. With an arduous effort the smaller man hugged and hauled up that mighty mass of belly before letting the full weight of it drop into a bounce that ended in an indecent wave of jiggles, rippling from cheeks to chins.
“If you can still lift it, prolly ain’t big enough, aye champ?” Ceran’s southern drawl chuckled warmly, only half-joking.-----------------------------------------Been a hot minute since I accompanied some writing to a piece! Rusty as fuck, but the vibes are there. Looove a side view sometimes, really underscores WIDTH. This time we're featuring Yuyu's character, Seth! Love an elf/orc pairing where the orc gets to be the smaller guy! Greenskins deserve to get ass squashed into oblivion too.