Unexpected Massage
#28 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
The randomizer wheel I used when deciding which vignette to write decreed who was last in April was first in May!FA: HonorableThief wanted a followup to Wet Sauna, Dry Sauna!
You've lost track of time in the Lapras' belly
But then an equally huge musclegut Tyrantrum is here to play... and finding out his intended playmate has an occupant just sweetens the deal to him
Contains: Endosomatophilia, Pinning, Belly-to-Belly grinding, Teasing, Belching, Tight Bellies, and Deep Kisses, all including you, the reader.
This was written as a reward for the $15 and $25 tiers on my Patreon! Again, people who pledge $1 or more can vote on polls. $5 or more you can add to the suggestion doc, which is where the ideas that get voted on on the polls come from. Wow, one third of my recipients of the Reward Vignettes are at the higher tier! I'm humbled by the support.
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You've lost track of how long you have been inside the lapras. The overwhelming heat and the flowing steam within the broad belly are soothing, as is the bass humming of the larger male. True to his word, it never grows hot enough to cause discomfort, just feeling all of your joints loosen as you settle into the flesh. It has been easy to simply drift in and out of consciousness.
You start when on the other side of the protective walls there is a loud slam.
From above you hear the lapras soothingly croon as he pats over the belly with a resonance like a bass drum. "Settle down kid. Now..." He clearly is addressing someone else at the end there...
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"What do you want?" The lapras says aloud to the intruder.
Closing the door, an equally massive tyrantrum smirks, a bass rumble escaping his throat as he pats over his own muscle-gut. He poses, flexing his pecs and arms for the other massive pokémon. "What, I can't come to get nice and close to my favorite water type?" His gruff voice resonates in the increasingly crowded sauna. With a shift of his weight, his gut is pressing against the lapras' own.
The lapras blushes as the other pokemon compresses the steamy chamber you're resting in. "Do you really have to do this right now? I've got a kid in the sauna."
The saurian grins broadly at this news. "Oh-ho, do you now?" He clamps both of his strong claws on either side of the water type's belly. "Awake in there, scout?"
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Inside, you swallow, and start to answer.
Before you manage more than a syllable, the whole chamber compresses around you as a bass belch steals most of the air from the formerly so roomy a chamber. The flesh that formerly cradled you from beneath now presses on you from all sides, leaving your head in a small pocket of air.
The belly starts to slide back and forth, and you realize it must be the other male outside. Your cheeks flush deeply at how the pillowy walls slide and grind into you.
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The tyrantrum had put his whole weight onto his broad belly to compress down onto the lapras' own and is now rolling his hips with an insufferable smirk. His huge tail sways, the tip dragging along the wall and scraping over the door of the sauna while his eyes focus on the other big pokémon's own.
Your host blushes deeply, fidgeting where he is pinned. His shell is braced down onto the bench and his knees rest on the floor just to fit this way, which just puts him at a better angle for the saurian to grind down on you. "D-don't worry kid..." He pants softly, taking a deep breath and then swallowing.
The rock type perks as the swallow is accompanied by the belly below offering more resistance.
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As the lapras swallows, you feel fresh air rush in, giving you an inch or so of clearance on all sides. His voice rumbles down to you. "You'll be okay."
You pant, flustered yourself by this experience. Slowly you get up the strength to press your fingers into the stomach wall, feeling the firmness of the tyrantrum's own gut through the flesh as it rolls and presses.
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The dominant pokémon chuckles, leaning his muzzle in close to the lapras' own. His claws grip onto the other male's love handles as far back as he can without trying to dig his fingers into the shell and gropes firmly. "Just gonna be keeping it tight on you for a while, scout." He rumbles playfully, keeping eye contact with your host as he addresses you within.
The lapras goes to swallow air again, but his breath is stolen by a deep kiss.
The tyrantrum uses the gesture to do more than put his partner off-balance, shifting more of his weight onto the lapras and compressing further.
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The stomach walls sink back together around you, leaving a larger air-chamber around your blushing face. You feel the tyrantrum grind and press firmly while the sound of deep kissing resonates down to you. Well, you had been meaning to look into getting a massage sometime....