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For what was probably the fifth time this week, you found yourself stirring unreasonably early in the morning, wondering why exactly it isn't light yet, to then be hit with the realisation that it was happening again.

"It" referred to the collosal, bluish mass of fat currently looming over your head, obscuring everything in a mountain of ass lard, and the humongous soft mass eclipsing your member in moist warmth disturbing your well earned rest, giving you just barely enough time to take a breath before the world was blackened by Kamilla's cool, smooth flesh devouring your head and pinning you under a half ton of blubber, forcing your face into her dripping pussy and leaving you with no way of escaping once again.

They could at least ask you before deciding to pleasure themselves with you, but that simply wasn't their style. No, they just had to wake you up like this instead, with just barely enough time to evade utter suffocation underneath someone's backside.

Drowsily - knowing that you wouldn't be entitled to any air without complying - you begun to lap away at the dripping lizard's snatch with what enthusiasm you could manage: able to hear her distant, muffled moans through the blubber barrier that separated you and the outside world, feeling her shaking that collosal mass of lard on top of you as she begun to grind your face against her soaked lips.

You were grateful that her fluids were quite so cool, really, as Samira's thighs, butt and belly burying you from the crotch up would simply make you overheat if Kamilla was anywhere near as warm or furry as her - attempting again to fruitlessly spread your arms to wrap around the monstrous mass of fat burying your face and settling for squeezing the great, jelly like mass from underneath, hands and arms sinking into the cool blubber with little resistance.

You could hear some conversation above you, but trying to make out anything other than who the voices belonged to down here was practically impossible - it probably sounded just as muffled as you did to them from up there. Asides from Kamilla likely saying "tits" at some point, which you could guarantee meant she had her face buried in her sister's boobs, one could only wonder what was going on up there.

Grabbing as much as your hands could contain of Kamilla's blubbery backside, much of it squeezing between your fingers, you would find that, once again, attempting to shift her off your face just made your arms sink into her fat ass - although, something about the way she would giggle and slap her jiggly behind at you trying was satisfying, if nothing else, proceeding to have your face ground harder into the bed as the overgrown lizard's fluids started dripping down your cheeks.

It had already been almost a hot minute under there already and your lungs were starting to burn - despite how much of a workout they had been given recently, you still struggled to remain conscious beyond the two minute mark...especially when Kamilla would just smother you into unconsciousness if you weren't working on pleasing her all that time. Lewd or not, suffocating was not too pleasant an experience.

Thrusting your hips in time with Samira's bounces in an attempt to at least try and make her remember you weren't simply a toy on legs, with her being the only one with any likelihood to stop Kamilla drowning you in ass again, you would find that today, she was not so merciful: simply starting to ride you harder, which in turn encouraged Kamilla to grind herself into you harder, leading to what little air you could hold onto being squeezed out by the two hefty beauties piled on top of you.

About a minute and a half under and seriously running out of air now, your lungs really begun to yearn for oxygen - feeling your arms starting to go numb beneath Kamilla's collosal jiggling mass, all you could do was pitifully shift your legs under Samira's warm, furry heft, unable to gather the room or the strength to kick or shift yourself at all. Above, you could hear Kamilla giggle in a faintly evil fashion - that too starting to fade out before you heard Samira, thank whatever gods were watching, jab some obscenity at Kamilla.

Your juice soaked face practically stuck to Kamilla's smooth, scaly ass as she shifted the gelatinous mounds, head slipping from between her asscheeks with a slimy, satisfying "shlup", leaving your head to fall and rest on the pillow as you took a heaving gulp of sweet, nourishing air - whether you were close already or the sheer shock through your system did it, you blew a load inside Samira's welcoming honey pot with earnest, the godly exhilarating sensation of finally being able to breathe and an orgasm at the same time making your body just as numb as it were whilst you were starved for oxygen - the cacophony between a desperate gasp of air and a brain shattering orgasmic moan causing no shortage of lewd, mischievous giggling from Kamilla.

"Damn it, how many times have I got to tell you - the man can't breathe lard! You're gonna cause him damage one of these days Kam!"

"Oh puh-lease," Kamilla would respond to her sister, sniggering as she gave Samira's breasts a firm squeeze, causing a sensual, no doubt embarrassing moan. "I've never seen him blow a load that hard - you're overflowing! He's totally into it~!"

"Yeah, riiight, I'm sure he would have done just the same if I let you suffocate him?"

"Well, ain't like you woulda had to wait long to find out~?" Kamilla would jab back cheekily, before shifting her weight off of you - liberating your chest in a way that you never thought you'd appreciate quite so much - casting you a lewd look, slapping Samira on the ass and gesturing for her to shift, continuing with a rather coy tone. "C'mon, shift it Plush Tush, get him some of that tender loving care - I wanna bounce~"

"Wh- hey, could you... give me thirty seconds?" You would protest as Samira rolled her eyes and let your member slide out of her freshly filled pussy, coming to crawl across the bed - your body now being submerged from the waist up in warm, marshmallowy plushiness as she sank her weight onto you, all whilst Kamilla positioned herself to bury your still soaked member in her nethers.

"Pfft - I reckon you've had thirty seconds. Are you seriously complaining?" You could catch Kamilla casting you a rather sultry look as she said this, just before Samira took up too much of the view with her top heavy figure - huge, soft breasts dragging along your chest and taking up the view as she positioned herself to bury your face between them: before finding herself bumped forward, scaly lard ass and rounded furry ass colliding some ways over your crotch.

"Do you mind? I'm gonna bury him under my gut if I squeeze further forward!"

"And? I need room to ride, Plush Tush~ I'm sure he won't mind."

Samira rolled her eyes, sighing, before giving you a somewhat sympathetic, but disappointed look, wanting to give you a break from being suffocated much unlike her sister. Not wanting to ruin Kamilla's fun though, she squeezed up so that she could plant her lard ass down on your member with a thick, satisfying plop, the sensation of having your pelvis buried in the cool, gelatinous mass between quite satisfying and admittedly somewhat crushing.

She wasted no time getting into a rhythm - beginning to pound away as soon as she was comfortable, the sensation of what felt like a half ton of ass slamming away on your pelvis numbing your lower half and threatening to knock the wind out of you, but thankfully only just bordered on being painful - but holy fuck did that only make her cool, soaking insides feel all the more stimulating, pleasure creeping through the numbness of impact and steadily erasing any complaints you may have had. With a rather affectionate look and the faintest of red upon her cheeks, Samira caressed the back of your head and begun to descend the plush, marshmallowly mass of gut upon your face, gently cooing: "Just relax hon~"

The universe became considerably warmer, a lot more comfortable and rather muffled beneath the enveloping softness of Samira's belly - having just enough time for a deep breath before she pressed down enough to truly cut you off from the outside world, gently pushing your face into the welcoming embrace as you slid your arms around her padded, cushioning body, taking handfuls of her squishy backside and letting yourself have fun with the big, nicely rounded mounds.

You could hear her giggle and murmur something affectionate as you squeezed and groped the fur clad masses of spongy ass meat - soft enough to sink your fingers into, but unlike Kamilla's lard ass, it took some real effort to do so, and was immensely satisfying. You could almost compare it to a pair of giant stress balls, albeit with a little less resistance and the glory of feeling such dense booty squish between your fingers being far more arousing than stress relieving.

You let your mind drift into warm, soothing nothingness as Kamilla pounded you into submission whilst her sister made the experience blissful comfort - hardly lasting beyond the first hot minute beneath the heavenly weight before blowing your load in Kamilla, which seemed be ignored if the fact she just kept riding was anything to go by, moaning into the welcoming softness, hearing it quite so muffled only adding to the experience.

As your first lungfuls of air were running out, you gave Samira's ass a satisfactory simultaneous slap on either cheek, followed by a hard squeeze and firmly rubbing the masses up and down - this was the signal the two of you seemed to agree on meaning you wanted air - and she would relieve the weight long enough for you to fill your lungs again, to look up at her and to see a smile just as warm as her embrace, and this time, she would drop her weight straight back on you and plunge the heavenly, smothering mass upon you, causing the two of you to bounce upon the bed from her heft.

And once again, you could fade back into bliss for a while, the silence only broken by the plapping of Kamilla's lard ass, and a tumultuous grumbling from within Samira's gut, practically able to feel the distant rumble against your face - Kamilla likely making a comment on someone being hungry if the tone was anything to go by, and before long, the sound of her pleasured moans would escalate enough for even you to gather that she was drawing close to an orgasm. Part of you was grateful - it seemed like she was only going to make you blow your load twice in a row today, rather than thrice - but part of you really wouldn't complain if she kept on going, getting used to the fact that you could hardly satisfy her in the time it took you to cum once, especially against such passionate pressure.

The pounding reached a summit of intensity at this point - the bed creaking beneath you, and your pelvis feeling as if it wasn't fairing much better, your skin beginning to sting from the impact of her flesh against yours as the cool wetness of her juices spread across your crotch, trying to time the point at which she would finally slam her weight down well and truly-

You were about three seconds off the mark - being caught quite off guard as the impact knocked the rest of the wind out of you - and you would moan the last of your air out into the welcoming mass of plush flesh as her insides convulsed and squeezed intensely with the arrival of her orgasm, causing you to blow your load for the third time today as your crotch was utterly soaked in the overgrown lizard's thick, sticky juices, feeling it leaking down your crotch and your legs as the distant sound of Kamilla's ungraceful orgasmic moaning cut through Samira's marshmallowy belly, all while the sensations of pleasure, mild pelvic pain and oxygen deprivation mixed into one sensation, melding together as you found yourself fading away, legs twitching slightly as unconsciousness begun to take hold - hardly having the strength left to give Samira the signal to lift.

Then, there was a heated silence for a moment, the only sound being Kamilla's distant, panting breaths, before it was broken by the hardly processed sensation of Kamilla poking your twitching, half numb leg, followed by some comment that sounded like a sarcastic question as to whether you were still alive or not.

Samira couldn't have shifted her weight faster, letting out some desperate, genuinely scared "Gah!" of some sort as the light hit your eyes, and the fact that you could breathe again screamed through your skull - gasping lungfulls of that sweet, sweet air as if you'd never breathed before, such that it made your lungs burn no less to finally have some oxygen back in them, although you hardly had any time to process before Samira was fussing over you, a rather panicked look followed by a somewhat relieved expression on her face when she saw that it hadn't been too long for you.

"Why the fuck didn't you signal!? Godammit, you scared me! I..." Whatever she was about to say, she caught herself, blushed a little, and simply resorted to looking away with a "Jeez...", which would cause some laughter from Kamilla, who proceeded to poke her with a sly grin.

"Hah! C'mon, not like he wouldn't have died happy down there, huh? I told you he was into that sorta thing! Never felt him throb so damn hard~" The reaction to this amused her just as much, Samira scoffing at the idea she could just say such a thing - equally irritated by the fact her sister seemed to be bang on the money as well - although the fact she was so damn smug about it certainly didn't help. To try and break a faintly furious silence, you would gently apologise, trying to reassure Samira a little.

"Hey, that's my bad... I kinda got lost in the sensations back there..." Lifting a hand to squeeze her gut, causing a slight resurgence of her blush, you added: "I don't think I've ever been that comfortable, anyway - you're so goddamn soft and warm, I think I'm gonna have to use you as a pillow some time~?"

"A-as if that's any excuse..." She would mumble under her breath, looking away to try and mask the embarrassment the finishing comment left her with, her crossed arms squeezing her breasts as she did so. Hoping you could get them doing something else before Kamilla got bored enough to start riding you again, you would pat her wide backside from either side, the sound rather satisfying, and raise a brow at her.

"Well? Are ya just going to sit there in a huff, or should we get ourselves cleaned up? Preferably before Kamilla gets bored and decides to bury me in lard again."

"Hey, I'm still here, lover boy! This ass can and will be the last thing you see!" Kamilla would jab, pretending that she didn't take that as a compliment on her figure, casting a sly grin over at you as if she really were plotting your demise. She liked you just as much as Samira did, you were sure, but wasn't good at showing it, much like her sister.

"Oh hush, you, go start running the taps - I think I'm going to stay here with him for a little while, maybe give him a little more...tender loving care? After all, your fat ass was getting in the way last time~"

"Seriously? I'm still full of his seed, stuff's gonna leak down my legs-"

"And? It's not like you have fur to stain. Just keep your legs together and that blubber should contain it anyway~" Samira responded cheekily, casting a bold wink at her sister - the response to this was a mildly offended gasp, followed by-

"Fuck you, goddamn lazy ass. I'm getting to stay with him next time." Kamilla shifted herself with a huff, putting on a bit of an attitude more for show than actual offense towards what Samira said - rather bring annoyed by the fact she had no comeback for that one - and set off out the room to go fill up the tub. Watching that blue, jiggling lard ass walk out the room was practically enough to get you hard again, each step rippling up her thighs and mounds and causing tremors the likes of which that would probably rank on the Richter scale.

The fact she had to squeeze through doorways with those hips was icing on the cake, really.

With her out of the room, Samira would reposition herself - lying on top of you, each part of your body eclipsed by hers, glorious, welcoming warmth enveloping you from chest to toes, before giving you a rather lewd look, a hand going down to your member as she would further adjust herself on top of you.

"So...What now~? Ya just want some passionate kissing today? Bury your face between my breasts~? Maybe something more interesting?" She would ask, gently stroking your member beneath the great, soft expanse of adipose that was her gut, the welcoming flesh squishing around it until she finally had it nicely positioned to slide into the depths of her navel, sinking her weight back down well and truly.

The sensation of having your repeatedly stimulated, rather sensitive cock enveloped by such plush, conforming squishiness was something beyond merely heavenly - throbbing furiously enough to disturb the mass, threatening to blow a load simply by having it eclipsed under Samira's weight.

To add to this, you were pretty much a perfect fit for her - the tip of your member pressed against the end of her cavern in a particularly snug manner, devoured by the mound of marshmallowy, jiggling fat right down to the hilt: even the throbbing of your member was enough to disturb the ocean of blubber from within.

Safe to say, after the pounding you'd just recieved, you would be unable to stop yourself from groaning aloud out of both relief and pleasure, the jiggling, conforming passage ushering in a blissful sensation that... somewhat embarrassingly, forced you to blow your load once more, turning the warm, furry space into something closer to hot, furry and sticky.

"Ahhh...uhm... Ain't that gonna stain~?" You would ask innocently whilst your member throbbed wildly, still coating the cavern of adipose with your seed as you did so - the response being a rather sly, particularly lewd grin, followed by:

"Pfft, maybe, maybe not. Ain't like I actually care that much." Samira would respond, finding it rather amusing that her gut of all things would make you cum so quickly. "Anyway..." She took one of her great, plump breasts in her hand, and gave it a not so gentle squeeze - a trickle of milk emerging from the huge jug as she did so, and lowered it down to your face. "Fancy something to drink after all that? You must be exhausted~ At least replace some fluids, huh~?"

Whether you had opened your mouth to respond or not, Samira would lower herself so that you recieved a mouthful of breast nonetheless - the huge, squishy mass overflowing over your lips and pressing over your face as she sunk her weight into you, the pressure forcing the first of her creamy, nourishing milk into your mouth - and from there, you would gently fade off into bliss for a while, filling yourself with revitalising warmth until Kamilla would finally call the two of you through to the bathroom.