Lara Croft Lives Large (Full) by PudgyProse, literature
Literature
Lara Croft Lives Large (Full)
You could have read this months ago by being a member at patreon.com/pudgyprose! The $5 tier patrons are encouraged to submit prompts every month for me to choose! I release full stories weekly and multiple stories per month! “Enough on your plate there, Lara?” Roderick Cane said as he wandered poolside. As befitting her retirement, Lara was lounging by the pool. The famed treasure hunter, now nearing 36, Lara had traded dungeon diving for buffet poaching. Her days were spent enjoying the warm breeze of Greece and the spacious pool that had recently been installed in her second mansion. She was a woman with wealth beyond compare. She had bet against her own life many times, and each of those bets had paid off. Now, entering the middle portion of her life, she had decided to stop gambling and cash out on her winnings. She had purchased several estates, found a boy toy (Roderick), and began to ease into a life of comfort. Perhaps, just a bit too much comfort. “Roderick, my mouth is
It took me long enough to realize the half-giantess in the massive crystal ball wasn’t Cinder herself but merely her likeness – the most vivid likeness possible. I’d never seen anything like it: a perfect, almost life-size depiction of the woman, disturbed only by trails of mist still swirling-away within the magical orb. I’d heard of such magician’s tools before – crystal balls that could be used to spy on far corners of the world as if one were standing within arm’s reach of what they desired. To see it with my own eyes was as awe-inspiring as it was shocking: awe-inspiring for the vivid detail it showed of Cinder’s body; shocking for the fact that her body was half-naked! “A giantess,” the cult’s newest member named Khalid reached-out to the orb’s surface. “I’ve always wanted one…” his fingertips brushed against the orb’s glassy surface amidst more hacking, wheezing laughter from his peers. “She’s not in the ball, New Blood,” his sponsor,
Kawakami Fan Fiction - Part 2 by MattXYuriLowell, literature
Literature
Kawakami Fan Fiction - Part 2
"Mmph! *chewing* Mmm this penne is delicious!" The maid declared enthusiastically while continuing to load spoonfuls into her plate and soon after into her mouth at a consistent pace. "Well you made it, I just gave a little instruction" I replied before sipping from my own glass of wine. I was glad she had helped herself to seconds from the giant pot of penne, she really did come here hungry. She must be working long hours, most women I meet don't publically indulge like this, especially in front of an audience. I was happy she seemed to be a little more comfortable with being herself around me. I happily enjoyed my meal while admiring my guests appetite and more importantly her co-operation. It didn't take long for the young women to finish her second bowl and drop her spoon into the empty bowl with an audible *clank*. "Phew! That was just what I needed." The maid leaned back into her chair with a look of content washing over her until suddenly Just then the maid's cheeks turn a slight shade of red. "I'm sorry master- I didn't ask permission to have seconds!" "Seriously, It's okay, you can relax! I would imagine someone like you probably doesn't get to eat as often as you would like with the hours you work. It's no surprise that you must have been hungry." The maid grew visibily more relieved in response to what I had to say as her guard began to drop. She almost looked grateful even if it was just for a moment. "...I can honestly say I've never had a client like you before." She said before cautiously sipping from her wine glass. Finally I heard a hint of honesty in her words, the words from another human being and not a paid actor. "Please, help yourself to another bowl if you'd like." I enthusiastically offered. "Oh I couldn't, I've already had plenty. Surely you would want some left over for another meal." "I would enjoy the meal a lot more in good company. When was the last time you had a good meal?" I replied. The maid began to blush before responding. "So when you said you had a 'special need' this is what you meant? Do you want me to eat more?" "I wont lie to you, that's exactly what I would like. I know this probably seems strange, it's certainly not any sort of conventional foreplay but I'm just very attracted to it. It's okay if you don't want to." The maid was puzzled, she had never had such an odd request before in her line of work. Instinctively her first impulse was to politely decline. However this man seemed to genuinely care more about her well being and comfort than what her job actually required from her. He seems to take more pleasure with this moment in her company than the desire to have sex. She thought it was somewhat sweet, she hadn't felt like someone was actually trying to take care of her from another client before. And so the maid decided to agree to her clients unorthadox request and she began to load a 3rd helping of penne into her empty bowl. "If it would please you master, I'll have some more." "I would like that." I replied with a heartfelt smile. The beautiful young maid once again resumed the process of filling her cheeks with spoonfuls of penne. After several bites she began to feel noticibly bloated as her taut belly began to stretch outward and press further into the fabric of her maid outfit, still she felt compelled to at least finish what she had loaded onto her plate as to not be wasteful. Bite after bite the bottom of the bowl grew more and more visible as it's contents disappeared into her belly and with each bite she grew more determined to finish what was in front of her until eventually once again the bowl was empty. *clank* "Mmph- *gulp* Ugh... That was *BMMPT!* aah- excuse me! That was delicious master." The maid proclaimed while trying to stifle a belch, she then began to uncontrollably blush. "No need to be so formal, it's a compliment to the chef right? I'm glad you enjoyed it. Would you like some more?" I asked casually. My question only seemed to cause her to blush more. She paused for a moment before responding "...You want me to have some more?" "It would me happy if you ate your fill, yes. But please if this is too much just let me know, I don't want to overstep my bounds." I replied. The maid looked at me with a somewhat nervous expression and then her eyes were drawn back to the pot of noodles. There was still enough contents for a couple more meals. Then the maid looked down at her midsection to see a noticible buldge protruding from her maids dress. She knew she had already eaten far more than she ever willingly would in one sitting although as uncomfortablly bloated as she was even she had to admit she felt a strange yet pleasant sensation from her full belly tightly pressed against her dress. It was a feeling she was not at all used to but then again this was a night like none she'd ever experienced before. She thought to herself, why not see where this experience takes her? And so for a fourth time she grabbed the ladle and began to fill her bowl with more penne. I was honestly in disbelief, I really did expect this woman to leave my apartment by now, never in my wildest dreams did I ever expext her to actually agree to my ridiculous request. I was happier than I'd ever been in a very long time having this beautiful woman agree to my fetish fantasy proposal. My excitement only grew thinking about where this could potentially lead and what the rest of the night may bring, only time would tell. For now I was simply captivated watching her help herself to a 4th bowl of penne. The maid continued shoveling spoonfuls of noodles as her cheeks ballooned outward. She looked so cute while pounding them down with a bit sauce staining the corner of her lips. Multiple closed mouth belches were stifled in between each spoonful which only made her blush harder but each time our eyes met I comforted her look with a smile in hopes of making her comfortable. In truth with each gaseous outbursts I became more sexually frustrated, she had no idea what she was doing for me, or maybe she did, maybe that's why she agreed in the first place. Despite this being her fourth helping it didn't slow her down. It almost seemed like she wanted to stuff herself silly at this point. She must've stifled 5 or 6 belches in the time that it took her to make her penne completely disappear. The highly anticipated *clank* from her dropping her spoon into the empty bowl made itself heard. The maids hands were immediately drawn to her belly now more bloated than she had ever intended. She chewed her final bite in slight discomfort as she hoped to digest the giant pile of noodles now residing in her belly, this caused another gaseous outburst to uncontrollably lash outward. What started as a closed mouth burp eventually forced her mouth open. "BMMMOOOAAARRRPP! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry- BMMMPT! ... BMMMPT! excuse me- BMMMMPT!"
(WG, BBW-SSBBW, stuckage, non-graphic sex) “You’re looking a mite disquiet, miss.” If a gaze could kill, the pilot had no doubt he’d be plummeting out of the door of his fixedwing into the steel-gray sea below. Perhaps much worse than that; it was a truly dirty look. He sighed and turned the rear view mirror to a different angle so his passenger could merely stare daggers into his back instead of his face. But he’d prodded her well enough to break her sullen silence. “You… peon,” the lady snarled, “do you not know how to address your betters?” “Shore do,” he replied, “but you’re no better’n me now. ‘Magine you had a whole slew of fancy titles too before you decided to be a silly tit and got tossed out of the clubhouse.” “How… dare you,” she spat out, her face jam-red with fury; “I’ll have you spiked on a pole for speaking like that to me!” “Rather doubt it,” the pilot yawned. “Mind you, I’m also the one what brings in most of the mail and special order whatsits, so if I werse
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