Rock and a Hard Place

“Dammit, why is it riding up again?! I got a bigger size! This itch is unbelievable…”

Even after getting a new suit to fit his expanding assets, False Angel keeps running into some… issues.

One day, his suit rides up his ass and can’t be unstuck easily, with an unbearably squirming itch trapped right in between his cheeks.

The wrinkles and lighting accentuate his perfectly rotund ass cheeks, but no matter how appealing, he’s desperate to find an answer… 

Unbeknownst to False Angel, that one day, he sat down on you in his new suit, and the powerful suction from between his temporarily spread cheeks sucked you deeply inside his ass crack, just outside his anus, separated just by the elastic.

At first you squirmed, irritating Angel enough to notice. But then you realized, you really liked being between a rock and a hard place. So as he tugged, you stayed put, keeping the wedgie in place. 

There’s something so alluring about Angel not knowing you’re inside his ass. Maybe if you can press hard enough, you can pass through the sphincter and go deeper inside him…

But for now, you’re squished between a tight-suited beefcake’s cheeks who’s only getting bigger, and you’re loving it.

Thanksgiving Special- Magnus’ Ending (Ending 2 of 3)

If you were wondering if I completed a “Magnus Wins” scenario for Thanksgiving, then yes and although I love Diva, couldn’t feel bad this went unused…

Magnus settled backwards uncomfortably and his bloated belly wobbled due to the bloated woman inside him. The sensation of her sliding and bobbing around in there like a bar of soap in a sink sent waves of guilty pleasure throughout his body. Though dazed and ready to settle into a food coma, he couldn’t help but bite his lip…

Ruyadan sat herself before the slumbering Magnus’ great gut, embracing it, putting her ear up to it to hear Diva’s pleased moaning. Magnus’ occasional shifting and peristalsis was like the world’s slowest massage, but both Diva and Ruyadan basked in the feeling, in their own similar yet different ways. His insides were slick, meaty, and hot– fitting a meaty, muscular warrior as much as himself– but Diva’s being stuck between a belly and a soft place left her little room to adjust herself, her body testing the limits of his belly with a womanly-shaped bulge. Eventually, the sound of Magnus’ heartbeat, of both his and Diva’s working, churning bellies, the gurgling and groaning as their bellies struggled with merely containing their meals lulled remaining two to sleep.

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He’ll have to work hard if he wants to work Diva off his belly and butt.