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“Mmh… simply wonderful, Anon darling.”

“Of course, Princess Bloona, my liege.”

Bloona, great, vast and voluptuous, lounged like the royalty she was overlooking the pool of her palace. She lay on her side, yet still her titanic hips were wider than her dutiful servant, Anon, as he knelt aside her massive lounging mat, her human dressed in nothing but a string speedo, showing off his immaculately crafted, muscular human body, nipples bearing golden piercings- plus his package arranged in a tasteful bulge by his skimpy swimsuit.

At the moment, her doting servant fed her grapes from a golden platter, reaching right up to her mouth as she lay, popping them in one at a time. “What a wonderful sunset this evening, Princess,” the tiny, musclebound 6’3” human said, looking out with her for a moment as the next grape was plucked from the vine on his platter. “All the glorious lands that belong to you, announce your radiant splendor.”

“Hm, hm, hmm… you spoil me so,” she chuckled deeply, and as his hand approached her maw, she leaned forward to suckle his entire hand all the way up to the wrist. She felt her human freeze, before smiling to feel her gentle tongue caress his fingers, having pulled that grape from them before she retreated with a final lick.

“I live to spoil you, Your Majesty,” He hushed, leaning in. Princess Bloona sat up some, raising herself over her kneeling manservant. With her free hand, she caressed the side of her rotund, bodacious tummy.

“In that case…” She spoke slow, sighing greatly in each pause. Her mouth hung open, gusts of steamy breath coming from her maw and making her human blush deeply. “I desire… Your human warmth,” She said. Anon nodded dutifully and came closer, touching her body, laying himself against her. There he was, sandwiched up between her breasts. His athletic, hot-blooded form soothed hers- but that soothing could be more intimate, deeper, more total. Every part of his anatomy radiated welcoming warmth, but so much of it was wasted where it was not touching, caressing her. Her mouth hung open, breathing heavily in his blushing, smiling face.

“More, Your Majesty?”

“More…” She hushed. Her arms curled around his back as she lay beneath him, her pillowy body cushioning his tight, dense, hot one. Hard musculature she caressed with a finger, her other hand gripping the back of his neck. “You always know… what I want, Anon,” She whispered, kissing-close. Anon nodded, and she opened her mouth wide.

That grinning face of his approached, and he opened his mouth to speak one last time before he would envelop himself within his beloved princess and become the blissful, living warmth at her core.

“AW, HE’S FUCKIN CHEATING! HOW DID HE KNOW I WAS THERE?!”

“Wh- Wha?!”

Bloona awoke with a start, jolting up in bed and finding herself back in Anon’s apartment bedroom. The room was dark, all except for the stark light of two computer monitors, with Anon silhouetted by one of them. “God dammit,” He hushed, watching the killcam in his video game. Though, he heard Bloona awaken, turning over his shoulder. “Oh, did I wake you up? Sorry.”

“Wh… When did you get home?” She yawned, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes, kneeling up in bed. She was naked at the moment, and even though her skin could cloak her privates, during her dream her nipples had materialized on her breasts. She took one look down, felt the cold of the apartment and their uncomfortable firmness, and took a moment to concentrate and melt them back into nothing; the dark areolas softening and lightening before she was featureless once more.

“Uh… About two hours ago?” He said.

“Two hours ago?!” Bloona said, raising her voice a little. Anon could tell she was hurt by this revelation. All the while she spoke, she grabbed the sheets she’d tossed and turned in, pulling them around herself as a little cloak. “You didn’t wake me up?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” He said, looking her up and down, seeing the pouty look on her face and her quivering lower lip protruding on her blimp-like, almost-draconic muzzle. “You’re really cute when you sleep.”

“...I’m cute all the time,” She continued to pout, before yawning again, throwing her arms up, smacking her lips. “Well… Now that we’re both up…” She noted the time, around nine-o-clock, as she crawled across the bed in her bedsheet-cloak hanging from her shoulders, coming up to the back of Anon’s gamer chair, lovingly draping an arm over his shoulder and rubbing his chest. “Can we, uh…” She hungrily smacked and licked her lips in his ear, patting her belly audibly.

“Can we what?” anon said, raising an eyebrow as he turned his head to her.

“...Can we…” Bloona activated her internal tanks and with a slow hiss inside her hollow body she began to grow, soon resting her chin atop his head as she knelt over him for a moment, before spinning his chair around so he faced her. She looked at him again, biting her lip, and with both hands she patted her impressively-sized paunch, her chubby belly wobbling in his face. “...Y’know.” She oscillated her eyebrows down at her human.

“Uh- H-hold on Woozer, talking with my girlfriend, BRB,” Anon turned for a moment to speak into his mic on his headset to one of his gaming clanmates, before reaching for the hotkey to deafen his chat, taking off his headset. He looked back up to his now giant blimp girlfriend kneeling over the entirety of the bed, her head nearly reaching the ceiling, legs and tail plumping up and pushing off a couple of Bloona’s Squishamal plushies beside her. Both of her hands rested above her tummy, index fingers extended and slowly poking against each other as she kept blinking at him with big, bright, almost-sad eyes. “What do you want? Use your words.”

Bloona took a pause to grunt in frustration, before those poking fingers of hers pointed down to her waiting belly. “Y’know. Can we…?”

“What, have sex?”

Bloona, fed up, shook her head, those sad, pleading eyes of hers getting angry. “No, I wanna eat you! duh! Come on!” she scoffed in frustration, shoulders rolling as her arms folded in one another.

“Pfft, what did she say?!” A voice came through that headset. Anon, face pale, turned back to the keyboard and made sure to hit the right key this time.

“...It’s Thursday,” Anon said, almost confused. Bloona grit her teeth.

“Why should that matter?” She cried, feeling more hurt by the second. “C’mon. I know Friday’s our day for that, but who’s to say we can’t have some fun, huh?!” Anon sighed, turning back to his game- but Bloona reached out to grab his shoulder and keep him from turning fully. “Look- doesn’t have to be an all-night thing!” Anon gazed to that giant hand grasping his body, eyes slowly drawn back up to her pleading face, her eyes full of desire. “C’mon, five minutes?”

“Five?” Anon asked, incredulous. “What’s even the point, then?”

“Okay, if you say so… fifteen.” Bloona let a bratty side-eye and smirk overtake her sad, pleading demeanor, going back to fidgeting with her index fingers.

“I went to the gym after work. I’m tired,” He reasoned.

“That’s okay! I’ll do all the work this time, alright? Just go limp and relax. I just want to feel you, all warm in here…” She rubbed her waiting, soft tummy.

“Fifteen minutes?”

“Fifteen minutes. I swear.”

Anon took a moment, and sighed, getting up. “Yess,” Bloona hissed with a smile, both hands now coming to grab her little human.

“Wai- Oof!” He was quickly yanked towards her, his giant blimp girlfriend now taking up the entirety of the bed as she flipped onto her back, holding her boyfriend atop herself as she rocked back and forth a little in her hug, her fat engine-tail wagging as it hung off of the end of the mattress. She nearly took up the whole room now, many more of her prized Squishamals pushed onto the floor by her growing frame. “Hold on, hold on,” Anon said amidst Bloona’s great giggles. “Don’t you want me to take a shower first?”

“I’m not picky,” She grinned as she rubbed the tip of her muzzle against Anon’s nose with a giggle, before she whispered, “...I kinda like the flavor.”

“Ugh, weirdo,” He groaned. “Well, you’re not the one who’s gonna be sitting around in it,” Anon grunted.

“Only fifteen minutes, darling. You can shower after.” Anon rolled his eyes as Bloona grinned, before slowly licking her chops and opening her mouth- only Anon reached out to push her jaw closed with a clack of her rubber teeth.

“Hold your horses,” He said, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t take out the trash.”

“What?” She said.

“The kitchen trash. It’s your turn.”

“Maybe I’ll do it while you’re in there,” She advanced again, Anon’s arms holding her head at bay still, even as her own hand curled around his skull and pushed his face closer to her waiting, salivating maw.

“Ah-rrgh-Absolutely not,” He grunted. She even marveled at the strength of her human, able to stave her off like this. She grew larger and stronger to try and overcome his ability to resist- but as she did, he was able to deftly slip out from under her enlarged clinch. As her arms grew, so too did the space it encompassed, allowing him to escape. Anon slipped down off her squishy belly, bouncing off of her barrel-like tail with an audible squeak from the engine within, as was usual whenever that tail of hers was squished or hugged. She did try and close her legs to clasp him between her thighs, but he was too quick for that, colliding with the wall, edging up against it.

“H-hey! Get ba-” She shouted, sitting up- and immediately hitting her head on the ceiling. “Agh!”

“Oh- Jeez, are you okay?” Anon advanced again, but once again had to dodge one of her arms blindly fishing out for him.

“Why’re you being such a tease?!” She growled, baring her teeth now, a tear of pain ebbing from one of her eyes.

“I’m not! You’re the one trying to get out of doing your chores!”

“I’ll do the stupid trash! C’mere!” Anon dodged another reaching swipe, Bloona wrenching herself sideways to be able to scoot around the room at her maximum size. Anon dodged this, but one of her long legs collided with the wall beside him, stopping him from escaping.

“You said you’d do the trash when you got off work,” He reasoned, seeing that huge leg and foot in his way. He could stoop down and crawl under it- but he didn’t seem too intent on fleeing.

“Yeah…” she growled, glaring at him. He was now leaning on that giant shin of hers, eyeing up to her. It was his turn to be the brat. “I had a long day too, okay? Working a call center isn’t exactly free money,” she said.

“Well, I see the hard work you put in every day. And I appreciate that,” He said, now speaking genuinely, fondling and massaging her hanging calf of that giant leg beside him, squishing the big, air-filled muscle-like mass. She sighed, beginning to shrink again, all the while Anon held that foot high. He walked it back as it retracted during her shrinking, until she was left sitting on the edge of the bed, human sized once more, with him holding her foot up and slowly and firmly rubbing the balls of her feet.

“What are you d-” She watched as he brought his face in, and sensually kissed her upper sole, slowly and sweetly. Her brow raised, a huffing scoff escaping her mouth. “Are you serious now?” She exhaled a silent laugh.

“You’re not the only one who gets to be weird here, sweetheart,” He placed that foot down before leaning in, kissing her forehead and holding her head in a hug where she sat. She felt herself pressed against his dense pecs… That blissful human warmth she so craved. One of her hands scratched at her belly, rubbing her place of longing as she experienced that warmth. She stood up, still displaying her frustration and shoved him back gently. He was grinning- and very obviously pitching a tent in his own boxers, almost childishly displaying his erection.

“Don’t make this a contest,” Bloona, amused, said as she let herself smile as she picked up her blouse, throwing on the loose pink shirt and stepping into her fuzzy slippers. She turned back to Anon one more time, seeing him goofily oscillate his tongue in his mouth, holding his fingers up to that tongue in a v-formation. She laughed as she exited into the living room of the apartment, with its conjoined kitchen. Rolling her eyes, she pulled up the tie-able tabs of the trash bag, not before having to wince and gag at the smell. “...Like he’s trying to get me to lose my appetite…” she grumbled, tying it off and going for the door.

As soon as she’d opened it, a young woman in glasses was standing there, glaring right at her with her arms crossed.

“Bloona.” The woman tersely greeted.

“Uh… Hiiiiie, Holly,” Bloona slowly said after jumping a little in her slippers, surprised, and soon slightly creeped out by how Holly looked her up and down, popping a bubble of gum in her lips. “Wh- What d-”

“You know, hitting the wall of your apartment is awfully poor neighbor etiquette,” She informed, head bobbing side to side. “I could make a complaint if I wanted.”

“Uh, I’m… I’m sorry-” Bloona tried to sidestep the woman, but she merely stepped in front of the AZC girl she lambasted.

“You’re going out like that?” She motioned across the android girl, up and down- specifically motioning to the fact that she was bottomless.

“My privates are cloaked. I’m not exposing myself. Can I please get by?” Holly took a moment, blinking slow with a whip of her lashes, before stepping out of the way. Bloona shut the door behind her and hurried down the hall, once again having to circle around Holly in order to pass. Bloona stopped at the stairs leading outside, spying the dumpster in the parking lot below. Wanting to hurry back to her tasty, warm human snack as soon as possible, she hurried her pace, jumping over the bannister, the intakes on her body popping open and her engines gunning to life. Three floors up, her jets fired as she swung the bag, alley-ooping the trashbag into the dumpster. It collided with the wall of the dumpster, the bag nearly popping open as it teetered before falling in, all the while Bloona hovered above in the crisp night air to the tune of her five jets whirring, rigidly watching and praying for it to not spill. She wasn’t as good of a shot as she hoped, but at least she got it in there. Still hovering, body plump and tight under her blouse as she’d puffed up to improve her buoyancy, she sighed in relief, boosting herself back to her level and touching down, deflating a little to ease the tightness of her clothes as she walked, cute bunny slippers flopping with each step.

“That was fast,” Holly said, leaning on Bloona’s front door on her phone, still smacking away at that gum.

“Yeah. I can fly,” Bloona said breathlessly, a little winded.

“I can fly,” Holly mocked, head wobbling obnoxiously, before rolling her eyes. “Think that makes you special, rubber girl?” Bloona just stood there awkwardly, wondering what exactly Holly wanted- or what she was even doing.

“Uh… can I get p-”

“Shh. I’m in the middle of a conversation?” Holly said, as if it were obvious, before going back to texting. Bloona huffed through her nostrils, lip beginning to curl upwards into an uncharacteristic snarl.

“Move.” It was quite unlike her, but Bloona began to let her anger overtake her usually light and happy demeanor.

“Did you hear me, blimp-bitch? I’m texting.” Bloona’s lips curled further, and for once, her teeth were bared. Bloona began to swell again, growing taller as the girl ignored her, still blocking her way back into her apartment.

“You got a problem?”

“Yeah, and she’s blue, fat, and stupid. You think you’re scaring me?” She said- but as Bloona’s blouse began to rip, Holly’s eyes widened. Bloona’s breasts broke free of her shirt first, before the sleeves shredded. Bloona grew to the ceiling, towering over Holly. One blue hand descended upon a shoulder, and then another hand on her other one. Holly, now frozen, could do nothing but look up at the titan domineering over her, an evil, sultry grin growing back on Bloona’s face. Holly, blushing madly with a pale face, saw those giant breasts bouncing just above her own head, this huge, motherly, voracious goddess now towering above.

“Oh? Nothing to say? Am I exposing myself now?” Bloona spoke, voice deep and rolling now. She pressed those boobs against the girl, sandwiching her head in her cleavage as she whimpered. Her skin was clammy- but there was warmth in her shivers. Bloona leaned in, her breath steaming up Holly’s glasses. “...Prey?”

Suddenly, that door was open from the inside, and Anon stood there behind his frozen neighbor, and his gigantic, hungry girlfriend.

“Hello, Holly.” Anon’s terse voice rang out as he sighed, almost cringing. Holly finally winced, looking over one of Bloona’s giant hands on her shoulder to the boyfriend of the monster who had her in her grip. “Bloona. Come inside.” Bloona huffed through her nostrils like the angry mama-dragon she so resembled.

With a “hmpf”, Bloona picked the girl up, turning and putting her down a couple feet away so she could pass. Not even shrinking, Bloona shoved herself into her apartment, squeezing through, Holly watching in awe as her gigantic ass and tail got stuck in the doorway. Rather than shrink to resolve this, Bloona in her stubbornness instead turned sideways to finally force herself in. A moment after she did, Anon slipped past.

“Gimme a moment, Bloona.” He stepped out into the hall, glaring at Holly. “Holly. Stop trying to get my android to vore you by pissing her off.” Before Holly could protest the accusation, Anon stepped back inside.

“Damn it! So close…” Holly punched the air a little bit- until Anon cracked the door again.

“...Or, just ask her. Nicely.” He slammed the door this time, a lock clicking into place.

Anon stepped back inside, and after turning around, was immediately met with the sight of Bloona laying there in their living room, gigantic and smiling, now that her prey was trapped with nowhere to go. He opened his mouth to speak, but she kicked a foot forward and pinned his chest to the door with it, wiggling her toes down below his face. “My, hero.” her voice was full of venomous erogeny, smiling with her fangs gleaming in the dark of their mostly unlit apartment- her glowing eyes providing most of the light here. This gigantic woman, hidden by the dark, yet taking up nearly the entire room- the danger that Anon felt made his heart race, and she could feel it under her foot.

“You… Gonna replace the trash bag now?” Still playing things coy, her prey nodded to the trash can sitting empty and bare beside their kitchentop peninsula of the kitchen area. Her glowing eyes narrowed, and she took that foot away to hook it around his torso, yanking him forward.

“Shut up and get over here, prey.” She held a hand up and curled her index finger, beckoning him to crawl atop herself. He approached between her great legs, bouncily laying down upon her fupa and lower belly, jiggling atop it like a soft, light waterbed. With a knee on the inside of one of her huge thighs, he boosted himself up, wobbling atop her as he went. He paused to kick off his boxers, and soon he crawled onto her chest. His penis stood tall between her breasts, his hands already squishing the pair of big blue beachballs as he grinned at her.

“Mind if I…” He pressed those boobs together onto his erection, working the giant, squishy, squeaky masses up and down on it for a quick moment. He waggled his eyebrows, biting his lip, playing it cute. “Since I’m doing you a favor.”

“Ugh.” Bloona rolled her eyes, one of her hands coming to the side of her face to prop herself up, glaring at him as she scoffed, chest heaving, rocking her lover where he teetered. “Same deal, then- You do all the work.”

“Ah, you’re an angel, babe,” He said, leaning over those giant tits to kiss her on her chin. She simply raised a huge hand to cover his entire face, gently pushing him back down.

“Alright, nips or no nips?” She asked, referencing the fact that her breasts were currently featureless.

“Hm… Kinda like the clean look,” He said, whisking his hands across each breasts’ face, only seeing some of her rubber android seams, her closed jet intakes higher up on her chest, but nothing protruding.

“Really?” Bloona scoffed. “You are a weirdo.”

“We’ve been over this, babe,” He winked at her and she rolled her eyes. “On the other hand, though, I could use a stimmy toy to play with,” He smirked. “Alright, grow ‘em.” She didn't break eye contact as she focused, and the dark spots grew and pointed. He ran his hands over them, intertwining his fingers in the nubs with a childish grin. She too, couldn’t help but smile- his hands were warm. Gentle, yet forceful.

“Now get it over with quick- I’m hungry.”

“And who says cumming fast is bad?” He laughed, proceeding to get great armfuls of her giant tits as he straddled her, working them up and down, his pelvis coming up, then down, up, then down. He proceeded for a good two minutes, all the while Bloona watched him, amused- in her matriarchal state, she at least could derive good satisfaction out of ogling the body of her lover. He was athletic enough, breathing heavy and hot, warming her with every thrust, every burst of friction.

“C’mon, fast food,” She chided. “You cum way faster when I fuck you. How come you’re taking your time now?”

“Gotta get a good rhythm… ah… I’m getting close, trust m-” She reached out suddenly, grasping his neck. She felt his warm, beating jugular, his throat swallowing as he looked up in surprise, and she stifled both his breathing and his pulse. “B-Bloona-” He gagged, before grinning at her, his hands coming up to try and free his neck- But her grip was solid. Trying to pull away or resist was futile. “Whatever happened… rgh… to ‘you do all the work’?” He tried to joke hoarsely.

“You think this is for you?” she laughed. “I’m just giving you a time limit. Either you cum, or you pass out. Either way I get my meal. Now get back to it; clock’s ticking.” Anon resumed his humping-and-pumping, locking eyes with her as she smiled evilly. She could tell by the dumb look on his ever-reddening face, he loved this treatment, this threat.

“Keep… Talking…” He nodded, desperate for her to continue with her voracious teasing, sweat beading off of his body and making him glisten in the dim darkness.

“What’s that, snack?” She obliged. “Gutslut says what?”

“Wuh-hhhghhh…” He snorted, eyelids drooping. “Haaaah!” He was humping harder now, like his life depended on it. She could feel that desperation.

“You wanna cum before you go down? Hm? Before you’re food, for good?” She spoke that last word with the spite of a true dominatrix through vicious grit teeth. He was slowing, growing weaker- but he had arrived.

“Haaaahhh….” He cried out, strength waning, and this time she felt his member pulsing hard, strong. Wet warmth seeped past her cleavage and she winced as a glob of hot love hit her on the cheek, barely missing her eye. Another couple bursts, spilling onto her chin and neck.

“Good, good…” She cooed lovingly. She released his neck just as he began to droop into unconsciousness. “Good human.” he took a breath of sweet, sweet air, spilling backwards, down her belly as he finally slid to rest, bouncing off of her tail between her legs with another squeak, sitting up against the inside of her giant thigh like a couch. She sat up, propping herself up by her elbows as she looked down past the mess he’d made, down at where he sat catching his breath, massaging his throat. “Good snack.”

“God… you’re so hot,” He shook his head, still panting, gazing over to the gigantic body sat next to him, up at the glowing eyes staring down at him behind a hungry, drooling grin.

“Now go get me something to clean this mess up with, food.” She motioned to the viscous blotches of liquid on her face and neck that sparkled in the darkness. Anon laughed breathlessly, slapping her lower belly a couple times and letting her ring out like a drum, body woob-ing with deep, voluminous cavernousness. He stood, those blue eyes following him as he vaulted over that thigh and squeaked past her giant ass into the kitchen, pulling out a roll of paper towels- as well as a fresh trash bag. He opened it by pulling it through the air with a POOM, holding shut the open end of the bag for a moment as this giant amusedly watched him in the dim room, watching him hold that plastic bag inflated.

“Hey, look, it’s you,” he said. She was not amused, keeping her cool, slight grin; her smug huntress’ eyes still trained on him. “Eh?” He bat the outside of one of her boobs with it. Her tit was just barely bigger than that inflated trash bag. “Alright, I get it, I’m-” He approached that trash can, but she flipped over, suddenly lunging for him.

“Grr-Nomf!”

Her great maw descended over where he stood, quickly slipping his head and shoulders into her mouth and soon her throat. Anon froze, but didn’t struggle, as she got up onto her knees and worked her mouth over that muscular chest of his. He dropped what he held, her arms coming in to grab him around the hips and pick him up with a grunt, his legs kicking instinctually as they left the ground and Anon cried out, feeling himself become inverted though his head was submerged in warm, wet darkness. Soon she was sitting back down again, gulping and gyrating herself underneath him to let gravity hurry her lover and meal to its ultimate destination.

“Ulp… Glp…” She licked his thighs and calves as he went down, feeling his head and arms soon touching the bottom of her stomach. She savored that sweat, that taste- sweat, being salty, was mildly toxic to androids, having a similar effect on their bodies as alcohol. She was steadily getting buzzed as she accepted his wholeness into herself, feeling his body curl in there, letting his legs follow him in.

“Aah… Haah…” She sat there, still staring up at a ceiling a good foot away from her face, if that. Jaws still agape and now empty, she breathed as she felt that warm, heavy mass sliding down her esophagus- until finally, he was completely inside her stomach. “So warm…” She murmured in bliss, giving herself a second to truly enjoy the sensation she had been craving all day before going to clean herself. “You know, you’re really not funny.” She picked up those paper towels and began to dry herself.

“You were smiling,” he responded. She felt him make his final adjustments before settling in, taking up the entirety of that bean-shaped organ, stretching it and giving her a protruding upper belly. She could feel him breathing, the sensation both peculiar and comforting to her. She couldn’t see him, but feeling the expansion and contraction of his chest against her stomach wall gave her a content, calm feeling.

“Hard not to smile at an idiot,” She chuckled, reaching to throw away the cum-sopped rags- only to see the trash bin without its liner. She pulled the bin and the discarded bag to her lap, daintily installing the new bag into the trashcan she held. At her size, it was practically the size of a big gulp cup in comparison. After this, she picked up the towels to throw away, until finally, she reached for Anon’s phone on the counter, using it to set a fifteen minute timer.

For Anon, he was held snug in there in near total darkness, laying with legs folded, sopped in the sweet digestive brine of her android stomach. He’d descended head-first so his head was in the lower portion of the stomach, near to the intestinal entrance with his legs in the half toward her esophagus. Therefore as she sat level, his legs were a little elevated, his head at the bottom of the decline. It wasn’t all that steep, his blood wasn’t exactly rushing to his head, but to some this sort of position would have been uncomfortable, claustrophobic. Anon, still breathing heavy, let his tiredness soothe any claustrophobia he felt, the oxygen depleting and the air growing heavy, hot, and humid around him as he breathed. He wouldn’t outright suffocate, as android guts were oxygenated as a function of their very specific digestion tract in order to digest their very specific food. Humans weren’t on the menu- but that didn’t stop Bloona from enjoying her mate as a meal for other reasons.

Laying there, breathing air that grew more stale, wetter and hotter, Anon was sweating. His heat was being siphoned off by Bloona’s cooler body around him, but still, all of these factors ought to have culminated in a bout of claustrophobic panic to anyone else. Anon didn’t even make any effort to get up and turn around, lay his feet in the deeper part of her stomach with his upper body reclined in the entranceway of her stomach. Instead, he seemed to enjoy the unnatural pose he was in. He could close his eyes, pretend he was helpless, and leave it at that. No need to wiggle about anymore… Time to take a short nap, and leave the world as it is.

However, Bloona had other plans. Anon felt a hand rub his head and shoulders from the outside, Bloona’s hand and arm coming up underneath him, instinctively supporting her lover. “You comfy, sweetheart?” She asked sweetly, giving him a gentle rub from the outside, feeling the curve of his shoulder down and to the right of her abdomen, her left hand pressing in to feel his legs, Bloona getting a feel for Anon’s pose and position.

“Bloona. When, have I ever, not been comfy in here.” He semi-sarcastically grunted in playfulness. He readjusted his shoulders, feeling Bloona start to lay back on the floor of the living room, against the couch. The gravity was shifting and he was sinking into her, away from those groping hands.

“Just checkin, ya grump!” She playfully scoffed back, giving him a smack near his head that resonated through the stomach like a drum. Upon doing this, she gave a little burp, stifling it with a hand. “Am I not allowed to check in on my boyfriend?”

Anon sighed. “Hm. Shall I make a ruling, as the entity in question?” He jokingly pontificated, Bloona giggling. “DENIED!” He swung his fist into the stomach wall to make a bump she could see, like swinging a gavel.

“The sovereign of this land, Princess Bloona, overrules! Checking upon the boyfriend shall be enumerated in law!” She playfully bantered back in-kind.

“Oh, well. I guess that’s that- Hey, wait, Princess?” He asked.

“Why yes,” She continued her goofy, royal voice. “Did you not know you are within the belly of rrroyalty? You should feel honored!”

“...Who’s the queen, then?” Anon rocked to put his hands behind his head, kicking one leg up over the other as he asked with a smug grin, smugness that was equally reflected in his voice.

“Wh- Queen?!” Bloona said. “Who says we need a dumb queen?”

“Hey, watch your mouth- Your mother would hate to hear that.” Bloona just gave him another little smacking rub.

“Look, peasant, I like princesses, okay? They get to wear fancy dresses, go to balls, and be pretty.”

“Those are hardly ruling duties. Who’s running this kingdom? Seems like an awfully flimsy head of government.” Anon was chuckling, even as Bloona grasped him with both hands, smushing him this way and that and disrupting his pose, jostling him about as she growled playfully.

“Grrr…” She continued to smush, Anon simply keeping limp and allowing it to happen. “The aesthetic matches my innate cuteness. I’m not some stuck-up old hag of a queen, I’m a young, lovable, adorable princess.” She paused her groping to explain, before releasing him, letting her stomach, and its occupant, bounce.

“I don’t know if swallowing people whole is adorable,” He said. “Seems like something a big ugly monster would do.” Bloona gasped at the gumption of her snarky significant other, growling again as she flipped onto all fours. Anon grunted, surprised by the nearly one-hundred-eighty degree shift in gravity, flung to the outside wall and hanging there in that stomach. Bloona swung her bouncing, wriggling gut to one side, then the other to discombobulate her brat of a boyfriend, grinning with evil delight.

“Well… I’m just so cute…” With each pause, she grunted and swung him, feeling him flip and slosh around in there and helplessly try and brace himself. “I can do anything… And it would still be… Adorable!”

“Alright, alright- Oof! Uncle, uncle. You win, princess. I’m stuck in the cutest belly on earth.” She giggled, her very giggles vibrating the belly that hung beneath her.

“Now he gets it.” She sighed, going back to kneeling, doing it slowly so Anon wouldn’t be totally thrown out of wack again. Anon simply rotated with her, slick stomach walls helping him flip over.

Knock. Knock knock.

“Uh… B-Bloona?” A voice, from outside.

“Who’s that?” Anon asked, barely able to hear outside stimuli. Bloona gripped him instinctively.

“...Shit… It’s Holly,” Bloona growled in frustration.

“Spit me out and I can handle her for you,” Anon said.

“Look, I… I just wanted to say I was sorry,” Holly’s voice rang. “I just… I’m sorry, I don’t know how to act around people… I really do like you, Bloona.”

“Huh, uh… No need,” Bloona muttered down to her prey again. Bloona then began to crawl over to the door, looking through the peephole. Holly was there, minus her glasses, in her casual lounge-wear, one of her hands holding up two fuzzy, pink bunny slippers. Bloona’s.

“You, uh… You left your slippers out here, too. I brought them for you-”

“Oh, uh… Thank you Holly,” Bloona spoke through that door. Holly seemed puzzled.

“Is… Is that you, Bloona?” Bloona had forgotten she sounded different when she was at her max form. Now her voice was low and heavy, as opposed to her chipmunk-like squealing at her human size. “Look, I was… I was wondering… Your owner- your boyfriend said-” She stammered on.

“Is she apologizing?” Anon asked in surprise, Bloona feeling him slip around in there to better position himself to listen through her stomach wall.

“Yeah,” Bloona whispered- but at the sensation of her stomach’s occupant moving about, she happened on a rather devious idea. All the while as Holly yammered, Bloona’s grin grew. “Hey, Anon,” She whispered to him. “Can I…” She pat her stomach. Anon understood immediately, grinning.

“It’s pretty cramped already in here…” Anon said, also grinning, this grin audible in his voice. “But you’ve got some space, I bet…” He jabbed the stomach wall that bordered her intestines.

“You won’t mind?” She asked, a little surprised Anon was hearing her out on this. “You’re… Not territorial over my belly? I always figured you’d only ever want me to eat you.”

“Nah, go ahead. I’ve got my space, Holly can have a little sleepover in hers,” Anon said, once again bumping his arm towards her lower guts. “Stomach’s mine when I’m in it, though.”

“Oh, you’re the best boyfriend,” Bloona giggled, beginning to turn herself around on all fours- facing her giant engine-tail at the door.

“I, I just, always wanted to try it, even if it seemed really weird- I’d make fun of people who did it, but I’m pretty sure deep down I-” Holly was still explaining herself to the door, with only parsed whispers on the other side.

“Holly,” Bloona asked, over her shoulder, stifling an excited giggle. “You got your phone?”

“And I- Huh?” She asked. “Uh, no- I’m just in my pajamas, wanted to get you back your slippers-”

“You can come in, Holly. Door’s still unlocked.” Holly, blushing and excited, opened the door- only to face Bloona’s huge ass and big, open-ended, stubby tail, the gigantic woman on all fours and smiling at her over her blue shoulder. That tail-engine kicked on without a moment’s delay, Bloona bobbing backwards to immediately shove it into Holly’s face.

“wh-MMMPH!” Holly was sucked into it as Bloona’s intakes, built into her shoulders, shuttered open and blasted air forward, her rear tail engine reversing. She felt the girl sucked into that barrel-like tail of hers, immediately pressed against her anus in the inside of her tail and her head shoved through. Holly’s legs kicked behind her, feet dangling in the air as Bloona leaned forward, putting her elbows on the ground and raising her rear into the air to hurry Holly along into her lower chambers.

Glorp!

Anon was jostled, of course, as Bloona shifted her poses, wiggling her butt in the air to speed this along- As Anon heard muffled cries grow more distinct, closer, soon coming from just the other side of the stomach wall. His space was suddenly encroached upon by the vague, human-feeling bumps of a person beside him, now pressing into the other side of the stomach he inhabited. “Hey Holly,” He said from the other side.

“Mmgh…” Holly’s face and mouth, pressed into the wall of Bloona’s large intestine, did not have the space to speak coherently.

“Get… Up there… Stupid bitch…” bloona’s dominatrix side took her over as she felt those struggles go deeper into herself, her belly sagging with an extra passenger entering it. Before long, she felt nothing left in her tail, the entirety of her obnoxious neighbor now sealed behind her tight asshole. Bloona lay there on all fours, breathing, feeling now two distinct bumps moving independently inside of that hanging paunch- one plumping up her high stomach, the other swelling her lower gut.

Her engine sputtered, and with a gust of air, she ejected her own slippers, as well as Holly’s, and even Holly’s pajama bottoms and underwear. Bloona raised a leg and kicked close her door, before getting up on her knees.

Holly cried out, muffled in there as she felt gravity shift- but given she had virtually no room to move, she wasn’t entirely discombobulated by her own chamber moving. Calling it a chamber was a bit of a reach, given that it was more of a thick piece of rubbery tubing. It had a good enough amount of give to it, but she basically could only breathe by looking directly forward in said tube, gasping for breath- not before that shift in gravity made her feel weight press down from above. “Hey, Holly,” She heard Anon’s voice above her, his body practically laying atop her. She was breathing quickly, hyperventilating- her very chest was being squeezed by the intestine she was in, making her breathing difficult, labored. She did have enough space to fold one of her arms against her chest, working it up by her face so she could have more breathing room. It was dark, humid, and sickly-sweet smelling. “How ya doin?” Anon asked.

“I… I can’t…” The rush of it all almost staved off her claustrophobic panic. “I can’t breathe…”

“Yeah, it’s like that down there, I know,” Anon reassured.

“Bloona…” She whined. “I’m sorry…”

“Just relax. You’re safer than you think.”

“Oh, is the bitch begging for mercy?” Bloona, emboldened by her power, began to rub her lower gut, attending to the woman lodged sideways along the upper straightaway curve of her lower intestine, resting beneath Anon’s particular chamber. Holly cried out in fear to feel hands kneading her from the outside. “You’re in my colon, you stinky skank, just where you belong. How does that feel? Gonna cry?” Bloona snarled as she then noticed Holly’s lost sweatpants and underwear beside her. “These your panties? Who’s bottomless now?” Bloona groped for Holly’s face, who began to weakly scream in terror, fearing to be suffocated. “Bet you’re gonna touch yourself to this. I bet you’re so wet. You like this.” Bloona herself was marveling at how full she was- before letting out a long, powerful belch. Of course, this only really deflated Anon’s chamber, his space shrinking again. Now he figured Holly and himself had about the same space, even if he was handling his compacting far better than her.

“Yeesh, princess,” Anon chided. “Give her a break, it’s her first time.”

“Just getting it out of my system, darling,” Bloona giggled, voice lightening as she sang out, the evilness in her tone dispersing for a moment for her to reassure her owner she was, in fact, not evil.

“This… This is…” Holly whimpered. “Pretty hot…” She let out a nervous giggle. “M-more, mommy…” She requested of her captor.

“Oh, god, don’t get her started on the mommy thing,” Anon rolled his eyes. Bloona just squealed in glee as she attended to her prey, rubbing over each of them. Her belly bulged, supported by her legs as she sat criss-crossed, letting out another burp, reveling in not only one center of radiant warmth within, but two.

“Oh, you wish you were my daughter,” Bloona hissed, leaning back against the couch and the wall, where she sat on the ground. “Then you’d be royalty too, stupid peasant girl. You serf. Knave.” She spoke poshly.

“W-what’s she… Nngh… Talking about?” Holly asked her gastrointestinal neighbor.

“Just go with it, it’s her thing today,” Anon muttered back, exasperated by Bloona’s roleplaying.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

“Oh! Man, was that really fifteen minutes?” Bloona said, reaching to stop Anon’s timer. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“...You actually set a timer?” Anon asked incredulously.

“Y-yeah,” She stuttered as if it were obvious, wondering what he meant by the tone he used. “You… We did agree on fifteen minutes.”

“I figured you’d forget about it and I’d be in here all night,” Anon said with a grin.

“O-oh,” Bloona stammered further, blushing, going back to attending to her guests she lovingly- and domineeringly- rubbed. “Well if that’s the case- HURK!”

“H-hey!”

Holly had cried out as Anon stood, wrenching himself sideways to turn around, immediately stepping down onto Holly in the chamber below his. Bloona felt him rise, climbing up her esophagus- though she stopped him at her throat, feeling the bulge of his head in the front of her neck as he tried to worm up. “Hold- Grrrgh… Hold on!” Bloona, with grit teeth, winced and gulped, putting her hand up to Anon’s neck bulge to physically push her strong mate’s body back down her throat. He slid back into her stomach, lying atop Holly once more.

“Don’t… Don’t leave me Anon…” Holly pleaded fearfully, wriggling in her chamber beneath his.

“Heh, first time a human’s said that to me,” Anon joked back, going to get back up.

“Hey, c’mon, I’ve never had two people inside me before,” Bloona pleaded to her human who was currently trying to escape her. “It’s incredible being this full… you’re both so warm.”

“Yeah, and I wanna get out and give you a rub. I’ve never done that either, not with you having eaten somebody. I gotta see that,” Anon reasoned, and Bloona figured she would oblige- Anon was a fantastic belly-rubber, after all.

“Just lemme get to the bathroom so we don’t make a mess,” She said, beginning to crawl on all fours back there, letting the two hang underneath her once more inside her big, hammock-like paunch.

“I… I don’t wanna be alone in here…” Holly begged. Anon sighed.

“You are literally, surrounded by another person. Chill.”

“Man… you two are heavy,” She got to the doorway to their bedroom, feeling the momentum of the both of them sagging her gut down tremendously. She figured she could get used to two guests at once, but this was new to her at the moment. “Now hold on-” She fit her upper body through the doorway, having to twist to squeeze through. Anon felt the doorframe push into him as Bloona passed the barrier, Holly crying out when it was her turn to slip by. Bloona did, of course, reach down to try and protect her prey, a hand feeling for Anon’s head so he wouldn’t be bonked, then Holly’s.

“Hold still, Holly, I don't want you to get hurt,” Bloona requested, as Holly was wriggling again upon being squeezed in such a way.

“See? She likes you after all,” Anon murmured through that stomach wall to his neighbor, all the while Holly whimpered fearfully.

“Alright,” Bloona commanded, poking her head through the bathroom door, raising her ass in the air once more to let Anon slide up and out of her esophagus. “Come on out, dear.”

Anon emerged from his dark chamber of soft sound and plush, warm surroundings to the blinding light of the bathroom’s lighting, the hard echoes of sound bouncing off of drywall and glass. With a splat he hit the linoleum, The hard tile chilling him to the bone instantly. Bloona regretted to let one of her prized belly-filling, heat-providing prey go, but a deal was a deal- and she wanted one of his excellent belly rubs.

Anon, shaking, got up and wiped saliva and android stomach fluid from his eyes, looking to her in the bedroom. Bloona, still massive, crawled back atop their bed and sat there, a hand on her plump belly. He’d seen the bump he’d made in her before, sometimes she would camera-call with him when he was inside with his phone. Her stomach was in the upper third of her belly, and usually her bloat was high and heavy with him in there. But with somebody in her guts, like Holly was- Her lower, somewhat flabby belly now bulged low and just about spilled over her big hips, Holly supported just above Bloona’s pelvic area. It was dark, but he could just about make out Holly’s form in there- laying sideways, perpendicular to Bloona’s upright posture, legs and body bent a little in a self-comforting curl. Holly murmured something and Bloona looked down to that wiggling mass, smiling warmly, controllingly, rubbing across her. She looked up, giving Anon a toothy, predator’s grin. Pleased at her latest catch.

“Just you and me for a bit. Anon’s in the shower.” Bloona lay back against the headboard wall of the bed, once again criss-crossing her legs underneath them. She picked up one of her Squishamals for a moment, to turn to her belly and pretend she were showing her paunch to a little friend, using the stubby arm to pat herself and making funny little animal noises to amuse herself. Holly, of course, having no idea what was going on, lay there plainly.

Bloona hiccupped, seeing Anon begin to rinse himself off in the shower, the light from the bathroom spilling through the open door into the more dimly lit bedroom. “You know, my stomach’s up for grabs now… If you can get to it,” putting her plushie down and with a grasping handful of rubbery belly-flesh, Bloona jiggled her prey, who spoke to her again in a muffled voice. “No way I’m pooping you out then putting you in my mouth. Yeah, yeah. Just go forward. Shouldn’t take too long.” Bloona sat back, stretching her arms out to the sides in a yawn before reclining her head against the wall, nearly at the ceiling, and putting her hands behind her head restfully as she felt Holly begin her journey. That wriggling struggle to advance, feeling Holly descend the curve of her large intestine and make her way to the small… She felt how she constricted the girl, felt her labored breathing, her wiggling. Holly was warming up from the strenuous exercise, and in turn this warmed Bloona.

Bloona, given she was only a bit over twelve feet tall at her max, wasn’t exactly big enough for Holly to outright crawl through her, the young woman having to do a combination of sort-of crawling, sort-of pulling the tubing around her down and past herself. It wasn’t uncomfortable for Bloona- feeling those hands reach and grasp inside there, wiggling along as best she could. “This is really your first time?” Bloona asked. Holly responded in the affirmative, in a barely-heard mutter only she could really hear. “You’re pretty quick. I mean, you’re skinny- How tall are you? …Five-five, huh? …Yeah no wonder, swim team’ll do that to you.”

“Agh…” Holly’s head emerged into the stomach’s sphincter, taking a breath of the relatively fresher air- and a good whiff of Anon’s sweat residue.

“There you go, there you go…” Bloona felt the woman writhe with far more freedom as she arrived in the larger, roomier organ. “Good girl.”

“Mmmh…” Holly lay there, body nearly fully outstretched as she stretched in the freedom of the organ about the size of a large suitcase, if that. She stretched diagonally, her head near to the esophageal opening with her legs splayed in the lower part of the stomach. Bloona noted how much smaller she was compared to her boyfriend, who was certainly large as far as humans went. She must have been half his weight. She soon curled back into a seated position, slipping back down above that intestinal sphincter, in the lowest recess of the great stomach she was trapped in. “Smells… Smells like Anon…” She sniffed, given he was in here minutes before. “Mm…” She wiggled where she sat curled, warm and tired.

Anon returned soon, drying himself, standing there in the spilling light of the doorway, looking over the glossy blue goddess who sat there, waiting for him. Holly was in a different position, he noted. Bloona rose a hand, curling a finger to beckon to him.

With Anon, he brought a simple tube of lotion- though Bloona was made of slick rubber, it still helped to lessen the friction when it came to a rub-down of such a large area of her body- perhaps even the most pronounced area of her body. “Well, well, who do we have here,” Anon acted out in feigned surprise as he climbed onto the bed, seeing that big, bumpy belly of hers. She scooted forward to lay her upper body down, once again hanging her legs and tail off of the edge of the bed. “Hey, Holly. How’s my girlfriend been treating you?” Anon slapped both hands on that stomach and the girl within trembled, exclaiming in surprise.

“A-are you rubbing me?” She responded, barely audible to him, feeling his hands work over her.

“I’m rubbing my girlfriend’s belly. Do you mind?” He said, working the sides of that big, billowing paunch. Feeling hard protrusions of another person still within, feeling her move and shift.

“You know, you’re usually really bashful about this sort of thing around other people,” Bloona noted. Anon, in the middle of his rubs, simply smiled.

“Well, Holly’s weird so I guess I don’t feel that judged.” Anon gave that belly a couple more slaps, playing it like bongos for a brief moment. “You liking it so far?”

“I… It’s real weird,” The quiet voice from within answered. “I think I-” Anon gave a gentle smack on that blue rubber drum of a gut before him, it ringing out with a dampened bloomp which interrupted his trapped neighbor.

“I’m not asking you,” Holly seized up at the strike, that bulge of hers growing still for a fearful moment. Anon looked to Bloona, who had her eyes closed, a smile on her face. Anon straddled her gigantic hips, getting a good angle to work his rubbing- up, and down. Up, and down. He lubricated his hands, applying the lotion- a type that was good for both androids and humans- And Bloona squealed softly in joy at the sensation. He practically laid on her belly to rub it, his chin on the top curve of her gut just before her cleavage, able to stare through the crevasse of her giant boobs and sweetly smile in her eyes for a moment, before rearing back to work his strong, sensual hands around the centerline of her tummy.

This was the life, Bloona mused to herself in silence. Pampered by her favorite human, with another, admittedly less favored one currently earning her recompense by filling her appreciative belly… warmed inside and outside… She burped slowly, belching low and slow just for her man, who grinned and blushed at the sound.

Not quite on the level of royalty… But damn close, she mused, placing her hands across his back and shoulders, scritching the back of his neck like a large cat. He appreciated it too. Hell, maybe even Holly was enjoying it, jostled as she was by Anon’s rubs.

She could get used to this kind of treatment.